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Express Bus Terminal Station (고속터미널역) Line 3 – Station #339, Line 7 – Station #734, Line 9 – Station #923

May 19, 2013

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

It always takes me a while to get my bearings when I arrive at Express Bus Terminal Station, whether I’m there to catch a ride out of town or on my way to somewhere in the neighborhood.  Three lines merge here, one bus terminal is two terminals, there’s a department store, two shopping malls, maybe more, and jammed in between all that are shoe shops, makeup boutiques, salons, and even a sauna.  I could live here.  A couple times I’ve been so turned around that I thought I might have to.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Probably just about everyone in Seoul has been to this station before, check that, probably a solid majority of Koreans, full stop, have been here, as the Express Bus Terminal (고속터미널) is the biggest bus terminal in the country, linking the capital to pretty much everywhere on the mainland.  The terminal is divided into two separate buildings, with the original building, where the Gyeongbu and Yeongdong Lines (경부선, 영동선) depart from, sitting on the plaza where Exit 1 drops you off.  It’s also accessible directly from the station, though I’ve always had trouble doing things that way.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Inside the old terminal was a smattering of people buying tickets, lineups at the ATMs, some travelers wheeling luggage or shouldering bags, others using the coin-operated internet stalls, sailors and soldiers on break, plenty of folks getting quick pre-trip meals or buying snacks, and the less-comfortably dressed on their way to the fifth floor wedding hall.  A few regional tourism signs were up, including one for the east coast province that read ‘Gangwondo, always on my mind.’  Buses were headed to Cheongju, Daejeon, and as far as Busan.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

The old terminal is by no means dingy, but looking at it and the newer building across the way back-to-back shows the different Seouls they were built in.  In the old terminal the upper floors are arranged like an indoor market, with floors dedicated to curtains and drapes, flower shops, bedding, and clothing.  Conversely, the new terminal, serving the Honam Line (호남선), is attached to a Shinsegae department store and incorporated into the Central City complex.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

From Exit 8 I walked across the plaza, past the Queen’s Guards and Swiss Guard statues posted on either side of the Shinsegae entrance, to the Central City/new terminal front doors.  There’s something a bit odd about the lighting inside the station, and even in the middle of a good day it feels dim inside.  Like the original terminal there are plenty of small places to eat, but more of them are chain restaurants, and things generally feel slightly less bus terminal-y, as there are as many shoppers here as there are travelers.  Coaches bound for Gwangju or Haenam waited in their slots outside the terminal’s Lego-like red gates, but there were as many shopping bags as there were suitcases, and I spotted two guys with matching nose braces and masks, apparently just having gotten nose jobs together.  To the left of the terminal entrance were the doors to Shinsegae and access to the attached Marriott Hotel, while downstairs was Young Plaza with the usual Megabox, Uniqlo, Bandi & Luni’s lineup.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

A while back we were just down the street, at Banpo Station, and crossed through the space beneath the Sinbanpo-ro (신반포로) – Jamwon-ro (잠원로) intersection, marked as Gangnam Underground Shopping Center (강남지하상가) on the local map, hoping to find something, anything that might be going on in that ‘hood.  At the time though, it was just an empty space, plywood and dim concrete halls.  Now it’s part of the bright, lively GoTo Mall, which stretches under the bus terminal all the way to the Sinbanpo-ro – Banpo-ro (반포로) intersection a couple of long Gangnam blocks to the west.  At that end, closest to Exit 8 or 8-1, was a collection of snack shops, boutiques, a bubble tea joint, and a cylindrical aquarium where a number of fish did fish things.  The other end, nearest Exit 1 or 8-2, was a small food court, a fountain pool, and several flower shops that gave the mall a sweet aroma.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

On the street above, the side of Sinbanpo-ro opposite the terminal is fronted by five-story buildings filled with shops, real estate offices, and hagwons.  A disproportionate amount of the retail space is taken up by a variety of Christian shops.  There were religious bookstores, places selling wooden crosses and Christian CDs, a shop called the Korea Protestant Department Store, and one store with choir robes displayed in its window.

The blocks between these stores and the river are occupied by apartment complexes, but bypassing these it’s a quick walk to the Han River Park (한강공원) by turning right down Banpo-ro from Exit 8-1.  Newer buildings to the right, older ones in paint-flaking domino rows to the left, the sidewalk leading north is dotted with tiles pointing the way to the park and showing images of historical sites in the area.  As you near the point where the Banpo Bridge begins you can either continue along the sidewalk to a set of stairs that leads down to the park, or you can cross to the middle of the road and take the ramp that does the same, the latter route leading past graffiti of laughing kids, a smooching fish and whale, and portraits of what looked like Chinese deities.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

The park was predictably empty in mid-February, the grass still two-thirds covered in snow, though a handful of expats were out playing football, two bikers were taking a break under a canopied rest area, a man on a thick-wheeled unicycle rolled by, and a woman walked a pair of bichon fries that were both spotless white from their haunches up and coated a muddy brown below that.  In warm months, however, this is one of the most popular stretches of the park, in part because of the Banpo Bridge Moonlight Rainbow Fountain (달빛무지개 분수), which is recognized by Guinness as the world’s longest bridge fountain, though just how deep that field is is not something I’ve ever heard the Korea Tourism Organization mention in the same breath.  Competition (or lack thereof) aside, the fountain is pretty impressive, with nearly 400 nozzles and 200 lights and it’s certainly a nice backdrop to an evening picnic or date, though I’m personally of the opinion that if you’ve seen it once, well, you’ve seen it.

The stretch of the park below the bridge is called Moonlight Square (달빛광장) and from there you can see the gilt wedge of the 63 Building and the red and white spire of N Seoul Tower.  In the river in front of the square are the Floating Islands (세빛둥둥섬), though the joke goes that they should really be called 세금둥둥섬, the Floating Tax Islands.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

The Islands, a pet project of former mayor Oh Se-hoon (오세훈), are a trio of buildings on floating bases anchored to the river bottom, heralded as the first such constructions in the world.  They were intended to function as meeting, convention, exhibition, entertainment, and recreational space, and were officially opened in June 2011 with a Fendi fashion show.  Since then, however, they’ve done little but court controversy.  Beset by construction and maintenance problems and unable to find a subcontractor to manage them, they’ve fallen into semi-neglect.  The most recent twist in the tale came in mid-February when the Korean Bar Association requested an investigation be opened into Oh’s handling of the islands’ construction and contractual deals, as there are allegations of financial mismanagement.  Oh, for his part, has blamed current mayor Park Won-soon (박원순) for not opening the islands to the public.  And everyone is upset about what’s (not) happening with their tax dollars.

A pair of security guards was stationed in the booth at the entrance to the footbridge leading over the jade-colored river to the first island, but they had no problems with letting me walk out for a look around.  I was the only one looking to do so.  Sections of uncompleted or faulty walkway were attached to the side of the island and the first building was completely empty inside.  I couldn’t see if the situation was the same with the other two buildings because the footbridges to them were blocked off, so instead I sat down in a funnel-shaped chair and just looked at the buildings and the river for a bit.  They were pretty things, the islands, their aqueous curves graceful and well-harmonized with the river, and I hoped that they wouldn’t turn into a boondoggle.  If they reached their potential they’d undoubtedly be a welcome addition to the city, but whether that would happen or not seemed rather uncertain at the moment.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

The Express Bus Terminal is penned in by large roads, and the area immediately surrounding it is more suited to vehicles than pedestrians, but short walks southwest of the station from Exit 5 lead to areas that offer a bit of respite from the noise and fumes.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Just outside the exit are the headwaters of the Banpo Stream (반포천), a quiet little waterway that empties into the Han near Dongjak Bridge.  Here there’s a walking path and some stepping stones that cross the stream.  Across Sapyeong-dae-ro (사평대로) is Sorae Park (서래공원), which is less of a park than it is a spot for the area’s businessmen to take a break on one of the benches and grab a cigarette.  Sculptures of horses gallop through a fountain pool, shaded by nearby trees.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

If you pass the park and continue south along Banpo-ro, passing Catholic University (가톨릭대학교), you’ll eventually arrive at the National Library of Korea (국립중앙도서관).  The first thing you’ll see is the black glass façade of the relatively new National Digital Library of Korea, or Dibrary, which opened in 2009.  Inside, I was greeted by a little garden of digital screens displaying changing images of flowers.  A section of the wall behind them had white on black Chinese and Hangeul characters in glass, which served as a stark contrast with all the high tech gadgetry around them.  There were of course computers and laptop stations, but also kiosks where visitors could browse newspapers and a few magazines on touchscreens.  Upstairs was a huge spread of computer stations, both desktop and laptop, along with meeting rooms; multiplexes where groups could watch videos; a Digital Editing Zone for video and image editing; and video and audio studios for producing and recording.  I hadn’t been to a library in a long time, and the near-perfect silence was startling, especially in a tech-oriented space in a city as buzzing as Seoul.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

The Dibrary elevator took me up to the first floor, which put me on a plaza in front of the main library.  Large green letters across the top of the building read ‘국립중앙도사관 www.nl.go.kr’ and looking out from the middle of the ‘g’ as if to survey those entering its building was a lone magpie, which had built its nest there.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

To enter interior of the library I had to register for a library card, which is available to any expat with an Alien Registration Card and is a piece of cake to get.  Computers near the entrance let you register (in English) on the library’s website and after you do so the librarian on duty will give you a day pass for use that day.  The next time you come back your card will be ready to pick up.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

I wandered upstairs through the different sections of the library, which, all told, holds over 7.5 million items.  Newspapers and government publications were on the third floor and material related to the sciences on the fourth.  On the fifth floor was the maps and geography room, which was one of three areas I was looking forward to checking out.  I can look at maps for hours, especially old ones, which, in the heroic endeavors that went into creating them and in their utter wrongness, strike me as both awe-inspiring and hilarious.  Unfortunately, though, I had come on a Sunday, and the maps room isn’t open on weekends.  Nor was one of the other areas I wanted to visit: the Information Center on North Korea (북한자료센터).

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Thankfully, I was only 67% out of luck, because the Old and Rare collection on the sixth floor was open.  In display cases by the door were an anthology of Zen teachings from 1377 and a Dharani sutra wood block print from 751.  Inside, a half-dozen old men sat at tables flipping through even older books, and stacks of yellowed and worn books, most bound with string, lined rows of wood and glass cabinets.  In the center of the room was a temporary display of materials from the Joseon era that included answers to exam questions and study manuals for those preparing for medical, military, and astronomical tests.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Just past the library you’ll notice the pedestrian Silkworm Bridge (누에다리) crossing high above Banpo-ro.  Ten white rings provide the frame for white wiring, resulting in a structure that resembles the animal so closely associated with this part of Seoul.  Climb up the steps leading up to the bridge and you’ll find yourself in Montmartre Park (몽마르뜨 공원), a pleasant hilltop park that offers unexpectedly fine views off to the southeast and southwest.  Near the entrance was a spot that I believe is actually used as a reference point for GPS systems and making maps.  Square stones around it signaled the directions of and distances to several cities around the world, including Washington D.C., Pyongyang, Singapore and Berlin.  A number of people were walking their dogs around the path running along the hilltop, and four built or partially-built snowmen still dotted the field in its center.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Also near the Express Bus Terminal is the well-known Sorae Village (서래마을), or Sorae Maeul, which is a ten-minute walk from Exit 5.  After walking west on Sapyeong-dae-ro turn left into Sorae-ro (서래로).

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Sorae Village is also commonly known as the French Village thanks to the French influence that comes with the presence of the Lycée Français de Séoul at the end of Sorae-ro (the school crossing outside of which has its sign written in French, in addition to Korean and English).  If you’re expecting a little slice of Paris when you show up, however, you might come away disappointed.  I asked my girlfriend if the area felt French to her, and she responded by saying it felt more Japanese, which I kind of got.  Japan certainly isn’t a four-week vacation, three-hour dinner kind of place like France is, but people are in less of a hurry there, more ready to savor things, and the little bit of Continental influence in the neighborhood seems able to tug Seoul about that far, if not any further.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

To be sure, though, Sorae Maeul has a vibe unto itself, distinct from the rest of Seoul, and while it’s not French exactly, it seems like here, at least, people have some sort of understanding of la bon vie, of the pleasurable things in life and that sometimes what you should do is better not done in favor of what you would like to do.  In some ways, the area’s reputation for charm is self-fulfilling: its reputation is that it’s a place to catch a whiff of Europe, so people come here to eat, drink, and get away from the more hectic parts of the city, which actually creates an atmosphere that’s more European and makes it a place to eat, drink, and get away from the more hectic parts of the city.  No one comes here to conduct business.  They come here to avoid conducting business, and to indulge in the preponderance of cafes, wine bars, and international restaurants.

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

As I strolled up and down the main street and along some of the back streets, a couple towheaded boys passed by babbling in French, shoppers wandered in and out of fashion and craft boutiques, people looked over the offerings at bakeries, and, perhaps most notably, nobody seemed in any particular rush to get anywhere.  Sorae Maeul may not be a ticket to de Gaulle, but it’ll do.

Express Bus Terminal (고속터미널)

Old Terminal (Gyeongbu and Yeongdong Lines (경부선, 영동선))

Exit 1

New Terminal (Honam Line (호남선))

Exit 8

GoTo Mall

Exits 1, 8, 8-1, 8-2

Han River Park (한강공원), Banpo Bridge Moonlight Rainbow Fountain (달빛무지개 분수), and Floating Islands (세빛둥둥섬)

Exit 8-1

Right on Banpo-ro (반포로)

Banpo Stream (반포천)

Exit 5

Sorae Park (서래공원)

Exit 5

South on Banpo-ro (반포로)

National Library of Korea (국립중앙도서관) and National Digital Library of Korea (Dibrary)

Exit 5

South on Banpo-ro (반포로)

Phone | 02) 590-4142

National Library of Korea: www.nl.go.kr

National Digital Library of Korea: www.dibrary.net

Hours | Digital Library: Tuesday – Sunday 9:00-18:00, Closed Mondays

Silkworm Bridge (누에다리) and Montmartre Park (몽마르뜨 공원)

Exit 5

South on Banpo-ro (반포로)

Sorae Village (서래마을)

Exit 5

West on Sapyeong-dae-ro (사평대로), Left on Sorae-ro (서래로)

Express Bus Terminal by Meagan Mastriani

Oksu Station (옥수역) Line 3 – Station # 335, Jungang Line – Station # K114

December 9, 2012

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Sitting on the north bank of the Han, just across from Apgujeong, the area around Oksu Station has none of the cross-water district’s glam, though it’s not without its charms.  The west side of the station had relatively little that caught my eye, but it seems as though the neighborhood has undergone a fair amount of gentrification in recent years, with new apartments and churches populating this hilly area, along with new generation businesses like pie shops and combination clothing/toy stores that I noticed.

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

The most interesting things here were south and east of the station, and we’ll start with the tiny sliver of Hangang Park (한강공원) that lies between the ITX tracks and the river.  Out an exit that’s not numbered but marked instead as 한강공원방면, a staircase descends to a thin section of the riverine park that’s largely shaded by the elevated highway and rail tracks that cut through the green caterpillar-like tube of the ITX station.  The pillars of the latter were decorated with paintings of flowers and of athletes ice skating, skiing, playing volleyball, and more.  The exercise equipment among the pillars was also decorated with cherry blossom designs.

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Sunlight sparkled on the river as it crawled through its nearly 90-degree left-hand turn, while traffic passed overhead on the trisected Dongho Bridge (동호대교), vehicles on the outer two sections, Line 3 trains on the inner one, all held up by thick concrete legs that cut the midday sunlight and threw shadows across the water like a copse of trees.  On the banks were benches and bike lanes, which were being used by riders bundled up against the cold.  A bit to the east were some basketball courts, and past those, near some sandy banks where the Jungnang Stream (중랑천) empties into the Han, some boys were using the plaza between a small stage and some covered seating for a baseball game.

[Hi folks. Meagan here. As you can see, the day I visited Oksu was overcast and gray, a far cry from the bright, beautiful day Charlie documented. Please forgive the discrepancy.]

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

North of the park, and easily arrived at if you go out Exit 4, turn left and walk along Ttukseom-ro (뚝섬로), is Dalmaji Neighborhood Park (달맞이근린공원).  This terraced park occupies a hill between apartment buildings, with several small spots for badminton courts and exercise equipment and a small square with playground equipment and picnic tables at the park’s rear.  And in fact it would make a pretty decent spot for a picnic, as it seemed fairly quiet (There was only one other old man in the park when I went, on a Saturday afternoon.) and it offers good views over the river and the east-central part of town.

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Coming from the station, the set of stairs leading into the park first brings you to Prospect Point (조망명소).  The most noticeable building visible from the point is the World Trade Center (무역센터) at COEX, and you can also make out Seoul Forest (서울숲), Cheonggye Mountain (청계산), and Gwanak Mountain (관악산).  Or, as I did, you might simply watch a hawk circle above the traffic curving around on the Gangbyeon Highway (강변북로) and listen to its loud whsssh, occasionally interspersed with the ticking of trains as they roll into and out of the station below.

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Back at the station, or, rather, underneath it, is Oksu Station Square (옥수역 광장), a plaza with a small stage and what looked to be a fountain, though it was off for the winter.

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Just north of the square, and across the street from Exit 7 is Mata Temple (마타사), resting just below the elevated Line 3 tracks.  According to the plaque on the temple site, the temple was founded in 888 by the nun Daewon in what is now Keumho-dong (금호동), just north of here, before being moved to its present location in 1115.  For 900 years it’s served as a monastery for Buddhist nuns, periodically having new structures erected, the most recent being a 1988 addition for laypersons and students.

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

The hall closest to the entrance had pairs of dragon heads on either side of its door, and behind it was a small oven with a narrow red brick chimney and a small altar with an urn on top.  Occasionally a breeze would kick up and the chimney and altar would be showered in red, gold, and brown leaves from the trees above.  One of these was a protected Zelkova serrata, 20 meters tall and estimated to be 230 years old.

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Opposite the first hall was a pair of doors with door guardians painted on them.  These were much less fierce than the usual representations; their swords were at rest and there was a calmness in their gaze, unlike their usual aggressive, wild-eyed brethren.  Beyond the doors was a stone pagoda in a courtyard between two smaller halls, and next to one of these was a diminutive shrine.  A shelf ran around three of the shrine’s inner walls, ceramic candle holders and urns for joss sticks flanking a glass box.  Inside the glass box a small figure was seated cross-legged on a pillow.  I didn’t know whom he represented, but whoever he was, he was considerably more hip than your usual Buddhist figure, with a rakish moustache and goatee, and even a little soul patch tucked beneath his lower lip.

Hangang Park (한강공원)

한강공원 방면 Exit

Dalmaji Neighborhood Park (달맞이근린공원)

Exit 4

Left, Follow Ttukseom-ro (뚝섬로)

Mata Temple (마타사)

Exit 7

Oksu by Meagan Mastriani

Yeonsinnae Station (연신내역) Line 3 – Station #321, Line 6 – Station #614

October 7, 2012

Apologies for the delay in posting folks! This is entirely my (Liz’s) fault as I have skipped town, actually the whole country to go on what is already proving to be an epic, albeit rainy trip around the world. I have been a little wrapped up in traveling and getting my accompanying new solo blog project started -which is loads more time consuming without a wonderful blog partner like Charlie! I have a few more stops for Seoul Suburban up my sleeve (that I’m finally editing in a rainy Cambodia) before a new fabulous photographer will begin working with Charlie in Seoul. Feel free to follow my adventure around the world at ThisKentuckyGirl.com in addition to Seoul Sub→Urban! Thanks so much! Liz

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It may only be one stop down the line from the recently visited Gupabal, but Yeonsinnae feels worlds away.  Namely, it feels like you’re in Seoul.  Taxis line up on the street, music jumps out of cell phone stores, people nurse lattes and free wifi in cafes.  Step off the main street and you enter neighborhoods of bars and restaurants and then small apartment buildings a bit further back.

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The neighborhood pulse beats strongest at Yeonseo Market (연서시장), which begins just outside of Exit 2 and runs along the sidewalk on Yeonseo-ro (연서로) for several hundred meters below the canopy formed by the awnings leaning out from the small shops on one side and the even smaller temporary stalls on the other.  The latter are almost exclusively the preserve of sturdy ajummas, perched on milk cartons set into the small recesses at the center of the mounds of produce surrounding them.  More old women were serving up snack food, a butcher used a headset microphone to call out the day’s specials, and a pair of twin 10-year old girls walked past me wearing matching glasses and matching eye patches over their left eyes.  (Is it just me, or does it seem as though Koreans suffer from a preponderance of eye injuries/infections?)

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Toward the market’s far end an old man in a wide-brimmed farmer’s hat was tying up bunches of garlic and setting them on the sidewalk and they, man and garlic both, were covered in dirt as though they’d just arrived from the field.  Nearby, a group of ajummas were sitting together on the sidewalk, chatting and cutting and sorting a pile of herbs while an adjacent truck selling fish pumped some incredibly annoying trot music out of its sound system.

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Not far from the station exit, a very old white sign arches over a side street announcing ‘연서시장.’  (Relatively) new blue letters have been added to it, though you can still see the outlines of the old ones where the dirt and grime have settled in less permanently.  Close to the sign you can sneak down an alley into the adjacent building and find yourself in the midst of the market food court, reminiscent of market eateries in China or Vietnam in its mustiness and feel of making do with what one has.  It was warm inside from all the cooking being done, and bare bulbs hung from the ceiling, illuminating menus listed on wood or plastic boards.  Naturally, it was mostly older people who were sitting on the benches next to golden piles of jeon or small pyramids of jokbal, downing makkeolli as steam rose up in front of them.

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While maybe not technically part of the market, the sidewalk running down the opposite side of Yeonseo-ro could be confused for one, with its wide assortment of stuff for sale dashed along the sidewalk: dried herbs, cheap jewelry, make-up, grilled chicken skewers, fresh tofu, animal print stretch pants for the undiscerning ajumma.  I walked past the tables and racks and tarps that held these things after hooking around from Exit 3, while Bukhan Mountain (북한산) served up a noble backdrop to it all.  A quick dip into the backstreets didn’t turn up much, but I did catch a glimpse of a deliveryman heading home on his moped, his daughter wedged into the narrow space between dad and the dashboard and his son riding in the delivery box in the back.

Yeonsinnae-web-11Back at the same exit, I walked straight down Tongil-ro (통일로) on a stretch of the road that was lined mostly with chain clothing and shoe stores, but just after the Mizuno shop I saw a sign on the sidewalk advertising an academy on the third floor of the adjacent building.  It was for 백락 Accordion, and below a photo of a kind but serious-faced guy with an accordion on his lap was the tagline ‘Anyone can learn.’  I suppose that in a city the size of Seoul it shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise that someone, somewhere in the metropolis played the instrument, but it struck me with the sort of bemusement that someone offering janggu lessons in Milwaukee would.

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The opposite side of the street had quite a few more clothing stores, and there was an empty lot where a shiny new glass tower would be going in, pointing in the direction that Yeonsinnae was going.  Not in too much of a hurry, though.  A guy on the sidewalk was busy grinding away at a steel beam with a belt sander, causing sparks to fly all over and pedestrians to scurry to the edge of the road.  But, whatever, you know?  And just outside Exit 4 an ajumma was selling puffed rice bar snacks in mountainous quantities and noshing on a bowlful while waiting for customers, violating rule number four of the Ten Crack Commandments: ‘Never get high on your own supply.’

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If you’re in the Yeonsinnae area and have kids, you might want to take them to the Daejo Children’s Park (대조어린이공원), a short left on Yeonseo-ro-24-gil (연서로24길), south of the station via Exit 5.  They’ll have plenty of playmates, as the place was crawling with kids, and plenty to do.  There’s all of the expected playground equipment, a huge sandbox, and a wall mural with tiles of kids’ artwork.  In a whimsical and potentially saliva-inducing touch, park equipment is done up in a breakfast theme: benches are sausages, the clock tower is a fork stuck in a frankfurter, and a group of girls were using the yolk of a fried egg as a drawing table, the skillet that had just slid it out tipped up behind them.  Keeping an eye on everything was a pair of retirees, clad in matching red mesh vests and caps, working as volunteer supervisors.

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Those without children will probably prefer to head past the string of pojangmachas outside of Exit 6 to the adjacent side streets where quite a few bars and restaurants make up Yeonsinnae’s modest nightlife area, the pungent smell of fried chicken adding the finishing touch.

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Just across from it and from the exit is the triangular Water and Light Park (물빛공원).  Wedged between roads, it had been transformed, at least for the day, into something of a flea market.  People were selling shoes, books, hats, and underwear, and at tables set up in front of a small stage, shoppers picked through a large pile of pants and skirts.

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The ‘water’ part of the park’s title is presumably taken from the fountain in the southwest corner, but it hadn’t yet been turned on for the summer when I visited.  For the moment the ledge around its basin was serving as a spot for local retirees to relax, and they were joined in their pursuit elsewhere in the park by other seniors and by families pausing from shopping for an ice cream break.

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Exit 2

Daejo Children’s Park (대조어린이공원)

Exit 5

Left on Yeonseo-ro-24-gil (연서로24길)

Water and Light Park (물빛공원)

Exit 6

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Gupabal Station (구파발역) Line 3 – Station #320

September 2, 2012

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In the little spur of Seoul that pokes up in its far northwestern corner, Gupabal is barely in the city.  If you zoom in on the station on Google Maps, what you’ll see is an area with two clumps of apartment buildings and a lot of empty white space.  Those apartment buildings feel less like part of the city than they do a bedroom community, isolated and about as suburbia as things get around here, though it’s unlikely that they’ll remain so detached for long.  Along the west side of the road running above the tracks, metal fencing bearing computer-rendered images of fancy apartment complexes indicated where ground would be broken for future construction projects.  Others already in progress were dotted with cranes or the skeletons of half-completed buildings.  And the neighborhood business that was more common than any other was the real estate office.  One strip mall-esque building in a completed development held seven of them, three-quarters of the building’s available office space.  Actually, besides them there wasn’t a whole lot of commerce taking place.  When I tried to find a convenience store where I could buy something to drink, I came up empty-handed after a good twenty-minute search.

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For the time being, Gupabal development is still more about promise than realization.  Looking around outside the station, trees were still the single most abundant thing that I could see.  And that plot of land west of the station behind the metal fencing is still just that – a plot of land, full of bushes and scrub and a rather sorry little creek from which I saw an egret push into the air and fly away.

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Regardless of how much development eventually does come to Gupabal, it will retain at least a slightly more natural feel to it than other parts of Seoul due to its proximity to Bukhan Mountain (북한산).  The mountain’s located not too far to the east, and the station serves as a jumping off point to the national park’s trails, as evidenced by the preponderance of people in reflective sunglasses and hiking backpacks that were lined up at the bus stop between Exits 1 and 2 and the vendors selling them snacks, ginseng roots, and frozen bottles of water.

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Behind the bus stop there’s a small plaza, and in addition to the weekend warriors lounging about pre- or post-hike you’ll also find Gupabal Waterfall (구파발폭포) there, a small artificial falls that was turned off on the day I visited, despite it being May and in the 20s.  As well as the waterfall, the plaza has a small amphitheater built into it, in front of which a man in a suit and an ajumma visor was playing treacly saxophone tunes to the accompaniment of music on the laptop he’d placed on a stand before him.  Behind the plaza a forested hill rises up sharply, and you can follow one of the sets of stairs to its walking paths.

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The two completed apartment subdivisions were in different states of filling in.  Nearly all of the retail space on the first floor of the complex north of the station was still empty, their glass fronts framing just vacant cubes.  The complex to the south, on the other hand, was more or less complete, finished off by dozens and dozens of beautiful azalea bushes throughout the development, as well as a day care center and a new elementary school.

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While there’s generally not as much to see or do around Seoul’s fringes, one feature that does pop up regularly, precisely because it’s on the fringes, is Buddhist temples, and in Gupabal there are several of these, including three that, though not spectacular, are a short walk from the station, and from each other.

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The first of these that I went to was Siyeon Temple (시연사).  After going out Exit 3 I turned right on Jingwan-2-ro (진관2로), following the yellow signs.  After crossing Tong-il-ro (통일로), I continued straight up a dirt road running alongside a large plot of land where a construction company was breaking ground on a new hospital.  Following a five-minute walk I arrived at the temple, which, from the approach, looked more like someone’s house.  In fact, the part of the complex that makes up the caretaker’s home is probably bigger than the temple, and as I walked up to the latter a small, white, long-haired dog came rushing out of the former to bark at me, though it didn’t quite have the courage to make it any further than the stoop.

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The wood temple had colorful and well-kept paintings on the undersides of its beams and a pair of dragon heads, one yellow and one blue, with long curling whiskers that extended from just below the roof.  There was nothing terribly special about the temple, and what was its nicest feature – its isolation amid the trees – had been compromised by the development next door, but as you walk back down to the street you’re treated to lovely views of the peaks of Bukhan-san.  Just be careful where you walk, as at the base of the temple the caretaker keeps bees in 21 wooden hives, the constant, gentle hum they create something like the purr of traffic on a distant highway.

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The second temple I went to was called Bodeok (보덕사), which you could get to by walking north from Siyeon-sa or by heading out Exit 4 and then turning left on Jingwan-3-ro (진관3로).  A statue of a very corpulent Buddha, with five Buddha Juniors clambering over him, greets visitors to Bodeok-sa, and just behind the fat man is a nine-tier pagoda.  The temple complex is very small, the actual prayer room looking like someone had renovated and repurposed their living room.  It had a lacquered wooden floor, and the low light that gently gleamed off the tiles and off the gilt Buddha gave the room an almost sensuous feel.

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Before reaching the temple visitors will pass by the Tapgol Eco Park (탑골생태공원).  The park has a nature learning center, (empty) eco stream, and a marsh garden with a pond that was densely populated by water striders.  A group of old women were having a chat around a picnic table near the entrance and not too far away two old guys, socks off, were napping on a pavilion, but apart from them the park was nearly empty.  This will likely change once the nearby apartment towers get filled in, but for the time being the park is a remarkably quiet place and you can have entire sections almost completely to yourself.

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The final temple I visited was just north of Bodeok-sa and the Eco Park.  Heungchang Temple (흥창사) is not what one thinks of when they think of a Buddhist temple, as it sits right on the heavily trafficked Tongil-ro and therefore suffers from a very un-Zen lack of peace and quiet.  Like Bodeok it didn’t look very old, and the complex was an odd mash-up of temple and house architectures.  On a second floor landing I could see a mattress propped up against the wall in a glassed-in stairwell.  To see if there was anything more interesting I walked toward the back of the complex (There wasn’t.) where I discovered that Heungchang-sa, like Siyeon-sa, had a temple dog as well.  From the end of the chain that tethered him to his house, he took a few moments to regard me and consider whether or not he too thought I was worth barking at, before deciding that yes, indeed, I was.

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Gupabal Waterfall (구파발폭포)

Exit 1 or 2

 

Siyeon Temple (시연사)

Exit 3

Right on Jingwan-2-ro (진관2로), cross Tong-il-ro (통일로)

 

Bodeok Temple (보덕사) and Tapgol Eco Park (탑골생태공원)

Exit 4

Left on Jingwan-3-ro (진관3로)

 

Heungchang Temple (흥창사)

Exit 4

Left on Jingwan-3-ro (진관3로), right on Tong-il-ro (통일로)

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Dongnimmun Station (독립문역) Line 3 – Station #326

April 1, 2012

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Seoul’s modern history is a tumultuous one, but the city keeps her scars well hid beneath hard-earned layers of development and success.  There are some areas, though, where the wounds have been left exposed, and you can get a glimpse of the troubles the capital and its people have been through.  A good place to do that and to gain a deeper appreciation for how far the city and country have come is the area around Dongnimmun, or Independence Gate.

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The station takes its name from the triumphal arch that sits just south of Exit 4.  Near the intersection of Tong-il-ro (통일로) and Seongsan-ro (성산로), the large gray stones of Independence Gate (독립문) frame the south entrance to Seodaemun Independence Park (서대문독립공원).  The arch was constructed in 1897 and modeled on France’s Arc de Triomphe, as seemingly all arches everywhere are.  Previously this had been the location of a different gate, Yeongeunmun (영은문), where envoys from the suzerain Ming and Qing dynasties of China were received.  Soon after the First Sino-Japanese war ended the gate was demolished, and a year later Independence Gate was completed.  Near the gate is a statue of 서재필 (Seo Jae-Pil), a renowned independence activist and the man who was responsible for organizing the gate’s construction.

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Opposite the arch, across Seongsan-ro, is Yeongcheon Market (영천시장).  Covered stalls filled with produce lead down a side street to a larger covered market.  Quite a bit longer than you first suspect when coming from the station, the market building houses, in addition to the usual suspects, a small supermarket and even places selling finches, goldfish, and fishing supplies.

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Back beyond the arch, Independence Park is full of remnants of and memorials to Korea’s troubled past.  The largest and most significant of these is the Seodaemun Prison History Hall (서대문형무소역사관), just up the path from Exit 5.  When you reach the top of this short path you’re met with the sight of a red brick wall about ten feet high with an arched entryway reminiscent of the front of a barn.  Next to the entrance rises a gray octagonal watch tower with small windows in each side.  The tableau is at once stern and quaint: the sturdy bricks and squat dimensions give it an air of authority, but for anyone who’s ever seen or is familiar with modern super-max facilities it lacks the ability to intimidate.  Its slightly nostalgic quality shouldn’t fool you about the horrors that occurred inside, though.

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Built by the Japanese, the prison was opened in 1908 with a design meant to hold up to 500 inmates.  A mere 11 years later it held 3,000, an indicator of how vigorous the Korean resistance was and how harsh the Japanese repression.

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Visitors are taken on a self-guided tour that begins in the Exhibition Hall with an overview of imperialism in Korea, from the French landing on Ganghwa Island (강화도) to the Sino-Japanese War to Japanese colonization.  It also tells you how the prison was expanded in the 1930s by a magnitude of 30 from its original 1,600 square meters in order to accommodate the explosion in arrests of Korean independence activists.  What the history glosses over is that the prison was not shut down with the defeat of the Japanese, but was maintained by Korea’s subsequent dictatorships and put to use for their own nefarious purposes until finally being closed in 1987.

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From the Exhibition Hall you pass into the Central Prison Building, which was the command and control center of the old prison and held the warden’s office.  Here there is a variety of information on resistance movements, with basic information provided in English.  There is also a memorial hall, where the mug shots of some 5,000 killed independence activists cover the walls.  It’s a humbling sight.

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In Prison Building No. 12 the exhibitions continue in the basement with displays on how inmates were interrogated and tortured by their captors.  One of these was simply called water torture (물고문), and consisted of a prisoner being strung upside down by the feet while a prison guard either dunked his head in water or poured water from a kettle up his nose to make him think he was drowning.  I suppose you would have argued that the Japanese were only using an ‘enhanced interrogation technique,’ though, huh John Yoo?

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Above the interrogation and torture chambers, and in Prison Building No. 11 as well, concrete block and steel corridors of cells show the prisoners’ quarters: small wood-floored squares with heavy triple bolts on each door.  When the prisoners were let out it was often to go to the Engineering Work Building, which housed some of the 12 factories that were set up in the prison, mostly to produce textiles and clothes.  Finished goods were used both within the prison itself and also to bolster the Japanese war effort.

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In a rather disorienting contrast with the horrors and deprivations that once occurred here, the grounds of the prison are beautiful.  The stately red brick buildings contrast with the bright green grass of what are some of the nicest lawns in Seoul, and the entire complex is surrounded by hills that are often shrouded in mist, and fronted by the rising peak of Mount Inwang.  I haven’t been there in winter, but I’m sure that it would be equally lovely on a bright, crisp January morning, covered in a blanket of snow.

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The one building that, fittingly, scars the lovely scene is tucked away in the far southwest corner.  The Execution Building is a homely structure of unpainted wood planks that looks something like a frontier schoolhouse.  Inside three benches face what looks like a miniature stage, where a noose hangs above a stool set on a trap door.  There are even curtains, and one wonders if they were opened for the performance or closed before the final act, each its own respective type of cowardice.

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Surrounding the Prison History Hall is the large Independence Park, which has many of the things your average neighborhood park would have – walking paths, exercise machines, basketball courts – but which also hosts a couple of structures related to Korea’s independence struggles: the Patriotic Martyr Monument (순국선열추념탑) and the Independence Hall (독립관).

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The former, a tower of taegeukgis flanked by bas relief of scenes of famous activists, was erected by the Seoul Metropolitan Government on August 15, 1992.  The latter, just a few meters away from the Independence Gate, went through a transformation similar to its neighbor.  Originally called Mohwagwan (모화관) and used to entertain Chinese emissaries, it later hosted forums to promote independence.  Destroyed by the Japanese it was reconstructed in 1996 and now the handsome dark brown wood structure houses memorial tablets and relics.

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Across Tong-il-ro is the neighborhood’s other main feature: an entrance to Mount Inwang (인왕산), Seoul’s most spiritual mountain, and the trio of attractions found on its lower slopes: Guksadang, Seonbawi, and a carved Buddha.

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If you step out of Exit 2 you should notice a sign pointing left up Tong-il-ro-14-gil (통일로14길) to Seonbawi and Inwangsan Guksadang.  Past this the route isn’t well signposted, but the entrance isn’t too hard to find.  From the station exit, make the sharp turn at the sign and follow the road up to the Hanok Restaurant (한옥).  Take a right there, toward the steps that you should see in that direction.  If you’re not sure, the friendly ajumma in the nearby convenience store will point the way, as she did for me.  At the top of the steps is an inclined sidewalk with a wood fence on the right and I’Park apartments on your left.  Here you should see a sign or two again.  It’s only about 200 meters to the mountain path entrance.

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At the entrance to Inwangsan is a brightly painted wooden gate, from which it’s just 150 meters to Guksadang and another 30 to Seonbawi.  You’ll pass a few small temples on the way up, including Seonamjeong Temple (선암정사), where a vicious-looking pair of door guardians scare off evil spirits, one wielding a scimitar, the other holding a boulder over his head.

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I could already hear the sound of drums coming from above, and just a few more steps took me to their source at Guksadang (국사당), a wooden shrine in the familiar burgundy with emerald trim, finished off with bright and intricate detailing.  Vivid robes in several different bright colors hung from a thin rope across a doorway, and inside was a large central altar stacked with fruit and flowers and bearing a pig head, its mouth stuffed full of money.  Several shaman assistants in all white hanbok sat inside, a couple of them on smoke break.  Off to my right I noticed a monk in gray robes and wide-brimmed straw hat ascending some steps, a big plastic bag full of groceries in either hand.  As soon as he disappeared through a gate the drums, which had gone quiet, took up their cadence again, this time joined by a pair of cymbals and a piri (피리), the keening traditional Korean flute.  The female shaman, or mudang (무당), dressed magnificently in royal blue robes and a red hat with two pheasant feathers sticking straight up, began to walk around rhythmically in front of the alter, her eyes closed.

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Guksadang is the country’s most important shamanist shrine, said to house the spirit of King Taejo, founder of the Joseon Dynasty.  Originally located on Namsan, it was rebuilt here after being demolished by the Japanese in 1925.  Korean shamanism is an animist religion or, maybe more accurately, belief system, and one of its primary features is the gut (굿) (pronounced goot), a rite performed by the mudang to do everything from pray for a bountiful harvest to initiate a new shaman.

This particular rite was a memorial service being performed for the surviving family, which consisted of the widow, some sons and daughters, and one grandchild, who seemed far more interested in his ice cream than in what was going on around him.  Indeed, the expressions on the sons and daughters’ faces were mostly ones of forbearance; indulging mom in a belief they themselves had lost.

I lingered outside for a bit, trying to make myself inconspicuous, unsure of whether or not I was welcome, but just as I was about to leave one of the assistants, a woman with a small streak of hot pink in her hair, waved me around to the side and invited me in, and I sat down to watch the ceremony.

Guts are hard to reconcile with modern Korea, but they’re still a common occurrence at Guksadang.  This particular one mostly alternated between the shaman intoning, bouncing, and walking about in front of the altar, and inveighing in a chant-talk before the family.  It also involved more costume changes on the shaman’s part than you’d see at most pop concerts.  The most curious moment came partway through when the family was ushered outside to sit on the temple steps.  They were then given a large sheet of white crepe paper to hold over their heads, onto which the shaman sprinkled first water, then sesame seeds that had been in a bowl together with eggs and what looked like feces.  Several colorful flags were then waved above them, followed by a pair of knives that the shaman banged together, tapped on each family member’s head, and stabbed the air with.  Finally, she took the paper, lit it on fire, and waved it in the air before taking a sip of liquid and spitting it in a spray over the family’s heads.

The ceremony was long – after this climax everyone went back inside for more of the back and forth of chanting and posturing before the altar – and when it reached a point where it began to turn into a session of genuine mourning I quietly made my leave, hiking the 50 meters up to Seonbawi (선바위) (often Romanized as the Zen Rocks, Taoist Rocks, or Immortal Rocks).  Called this because they are said to resemble a pair of robed monks absorbed in meditation, they’re a popular spot for women to visit to pray for a child.  My secular mind was unable to make out anything even remotely monk-like in their appearance.  What they mostly look like is a giant chunk of half-melted butter that someone then took swipes out of with their fingers, or like an ooze creature that had risen up from the ground only to glimpse Medusa and be turned into stone.  You might not be after a child, but the rocks do offer magnificent views across the city, taking in Namsan, Jongno Tower, and the folds of mountains ringing the city.  It’s a peaceful view, and it’s likely the only sounds you’ll hear will be the drumming carrying up from Guksadang and the cooing of the dozens of pigeons that like to hang out on the rocks.

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On your way back to the station, you might want to stop by the Rock-carved Buddha (마애불) that’s down a pathway to your left if you’re standing facing the steps to Seonbawi.  Frankly, it’s not very impressive.  About two meters high and lacking in intricacy it left me a bit disappointed, though it undoubtedly suffers from comparisons to the area’s more fascinating surroundings.

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Independence Gate (독립문)

Exit 4

 

Yeongcheon Market (영천시장)

Exit 4

South on Tong-il-ro (통일로), cross Seongsan-ro (성산로)

 

Seodaemun Independence Park (서대문독립공원)

Exit 4 or 5

 

Seodaemun Prison History Hall (서대문형무소역사관)

Exit 5

www.sscmc.or.kr/newhistory/index_culture.asp

02) 360-8590~1

Hours

Mar – Oct: 9:30-18:00; Nov – Feb: 9:30-17:00; Closed Jan. 1, Seollal, Chuseok, and Mondays (Tuesday if Monday is a holiday)

Admission

Adults: 1,500; Teenagers: 1,000; Kids 7-12: 500

 

Mount Inwang (인왕산)

Exit 2

Left on Tong-il-ro-14-gil (통일로14길), right at Hanok Restaurant (한옥), up stairs and sidewalk

Guksadang (국사당)

Follow the path leading up from the parking lot on your left after passing through the Inwangsan’s entrance gate; approximately 15 minutes from the station

Seonbawi (선바위)

Follow the path up from Guksadang

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Standing at the base of the stairs to Seonbawi, follow the path to the left

 

Parts of this post first appeared in the March 2012 issue of SEOUL magazine.

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