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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

Sangwolgok Station (상월곡역) Line 6 – Station #642

April 21, 2013

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[A short hello! from me, the newest photographer of the Sub→urban team. This is the first post for which I photographed and I really hope you enjoy what you see here as much as you enjoyed looking at Liz's and Meagan's shots. I would love to receive any feedback you may have on the photos you see here and in upcoming posts so please feel free to comment away. Cheers, Merissa]

The on-ramp leading from Hwarang-ro (화랑로) to the Bukbu Expressway (북부간선도로) rose directly above Sangwolgok Station’s Exit 4, and as I walked up the stairs it looked so low that I might bump my head on it.  It’s a weird bit of road design, and on the narrow sidewalk outside the exit I could almost lean over the rail and slap the hubcaps of cars as they rolled up the incline.

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Just a few steps down the street was the Wounded Veterans Memorial Hall (성북구 보훈회관) and I thought it might have some interesting displays, but it was closed on the Sunday that I was in the neighborhood so I couldn’t find out.

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The next left led to the main entrance of the Korean Institute of Science and Technology (KIST) (한국과학기술연구원), the campus of which spreads all the way down to near Wolgok Station.  Boxy gray buildings with large windows stood quietly behind the rolling gates of a stately black metal fence.

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KIST took up the better part of that side of the neighborhood, so there wasn’t much to explore, and I was quickly coming up on Wolgok, so I swung a U-turn and retraced my steps, heading northeast.  On the sidewalk between Exits 3 and 4 I came across an easy to overlook plaque marking the former site of Mareundaemi Hill – Seonghwangdang Tree – Puseok Mountain (마른대미고개 성황당나무 푸석산).  According to the plaque, atop the hill that crossed from Sangwolgok-dong to Jangwi-dong (formerly called Daemi Hill (대미고개)) there once stood a pine tree that represented a guardian god.  The tree ‘would protect the village from calamity and give birth to a boy if people wished.’

Just past the stone marker and also between the two exits, a bright green and brown sign traced the course of Straw Basket Health Village (삼태기 건강마을), a series of vegetable gardens and wall murals dotted among the neighborhood streets.  Just a few steps down the street was the first mural: a picnicking family enjoying themselves near a pond filled with ducks and frogs, while nearby neighbors leaned out of their windows or over balconies and an extremely well-mustachioed ice cream truck driver passed by.  In between murals, little strips of garden sat separated from the street by miniature white picket fences.  Of course the gardens were barren in mid-winter, but if the pictures painted on small signs weren’t merely decoration, in the summer carrots and lettuce were grown there.

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I hadn’t seen anything quite like this elsewhere in Seoul, but with urban farming gaining both adherents and a bit of respect in other countries it’s not unreasonable to think that we’ll start seeing more of it.  At least I hope so.  And why not?  With so many Seoulites suffering from too much stress it might provide some with a bit of catharsis, a chance to forget about the office for a bit and feel the earth between their fingers.

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The chain of gardens eventually brought me past the offices of the Seoul National Forest Station (서울국유림관리소),  a handsome modern structure of dark gray stone and reflective glass, behind which the land was dotted with Korean pines of a deep army green.

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Just beyond the forest station  was Eoreushin Health Garden and Cheonjang Mountain Walking Path (어르신 건강마당, 천장산 산책로).  Like many other parks, Eoreushin had several pieces of exercise equipment, but in an interesting twist some of the machines here were modeled on traditional village apparatuses, like one resembling a mortar for pounding rice or grain and another that looked like a wooden waterwheel you were supposed to turn with your feet.  I think.  That latter one I couldn’t quite figure out.  Beyond the exercise equipment stairs led up into the mountain for a quiet walk between denuded trees and a thin layer of snow.

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From the park I wandered through the backstreets for a bit and then headed back down to the main street.  As I was nearing it a trio of elementary school kids, two boys and one girl, were passing in the other direction, chatting, before one of the boys decided to slip into a rendition of ‘Arirang,’ trying, without success, to get his friends to join him.

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I emerged back on Hwarang-ro near a decrepit old building that sat, mostly abandoned, between a new church and a new apartment complex.  One indication of how deeply it had fallen into disregard was the sign advertising no longer used 016, 018, and 019 cell phone codes that hung in the window of a shop selling cheap, ugly shoes.  Apparently the shoe shop owner hadn’t felt it was worth his trouble to take down.

The building the shop was in had once housed the New Seokgwan Market (새석관시장), and there was still a sign above the central entrance announcing this, but from the looks of things the market had disappeared some time ago.  Now there was only trash piled up inside, though this, peculiarly, was organized in orderly rows – piles of refuse arranged in square sections between aisles as the market stalls must have been at one point.  The scene was lit by a single fluorescent light bulb tube and by the sunlight sneaking in from the doors and through the holes in the roof where the metal had rusted through.  On the edge of the trash piles, next to a couple shops fronting the street that were still open, was an old man sitting in the semi-dark, alone at what appeared to be a makeshift tea shop.

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On the opposite side of Hwarang-ro and at the end of Hwarang-ro-25-gil (화랑로25길) was Jangwi Traditional Market (장위통시장).  Despite this market having the word ‘traditional’ in its name and Seokgwan modifying itself with the word ‘new,’ the reality couldn’t have been more reversed.  Jangwi sported a brand new sign above its entrance, and the market was covered in a brand new green canopy.  The shop signs along the walkway were all uniform and everything was remarkably clean and orderly; even the whole pigs hanging in one of the market’s butcher shops were wrapped in plastic.  No doubt Jangwi had seen some considerable recent investment, perhaps from the city or national government as part of the public campaign to update and increase interest in Korea’s traditional markets.  The result was a market for people who don’t like markets – (almost) all of the charm, (almost) none of the grime.

The market more or less occupied just the one long, very long aisle, and anything one could expect to find in a less polished market one could also find here, including the largest vats of yukgaejang and chueotang that I’d ever seen.

After several minutes of walking, the new green canopy ended, there was a short open section, and then I entered into an older part of the market that either had not been renovated yet or was simply being left alone.  This section was more akin to the majority of Seoul neighborhood markets, with rusty beams holding up a corrugated metal roof, and a mish-mash of styles on the signs hanging above businesses.  When I finally emerged at the market’s far end I was met with the sight of an ajeosshi selling big bunches of green onion from the back of a truck.  Apparently quite popular, he had a dozen people gathered around, looking to buy.

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Also on the north side of the neighborhood is a large park, which, on the station map is called Aegineungteo Park (애기능터공원), on a sign near the entrance, Wolgok Mountain Park (월곡산공원), and on Naver Maps, Odong Park (오동공원).  Take your pick I guess.  Because it’s the first one I saw and it’s the most fun to say, I’m going to stick with Aegineungteo.  To reach it from the station, first go out Exit 1, U-turn, and hang the first left onto Hwarang-ro-17-gil (화랑로17길)/Jangwol-ro (장월로).  To the left is a huge yellow wall with paintings of trees, butterflies, and a giant flower.  Surrounding the painted butterflies, several dozen smaller butterflies, made of fabric, were attached to the wall, but because they were all black they seemed more pestilential that beautiful.

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Not far past the wall I took the soft left onto Jangwol-ro-3-gil (장월로3길) where it and another street meet Hwarang-ro-17-gil in a V.  I passed another wall mural, this one much brighter and depicting a starry-eyed Snoopy-like pooch and his adventures climbing a piano tree, with a digging mole, and with a flying pink whale.  The inclined road eventually came to an elementary school, and I kept following it along the school’s left side as it continued, more steeply, uphill to one of the park’s entrances.

Within the park were a number of athletic and exercise facilities, as well as separate halmeoni and harabeoji resting spots, but the park’s marquee attraction is the actual Aegineungteo (애기능터) or Wide Rock (넓은 바위) (Naming things twice (or more) seemingly the thing to do around Sangwolgok.), a large rock face that juts out from the hillside, creating a natural lookout point.  Accentuating things was a wooden pavilion built on top of the protruding rock.  There was a small book café under the pavilion – basically a shelf with some books that park-goers could read – and some stairs that led up to its main platform, which two ajummas yelled at me for starting to go up with my shoes on.

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You don’t actually need to climb the pavilion stairs to enjoy the view, though.  Simply walking out onto the big stone face of Aegineungteo’s top provides views of Yongma Mountain (용마산), Cheonggye Mountain (청계산), Gwanak Mountain (관악산), and N Seoul Tower.  Closer, the backs of Daehanbulgyo Jingakjong and the Dongduk Women’s University sign were clearly visible, as were hundreds of apartment rooftops and cars moving along the highway in miniature.

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Wounded Veterans Memorial Hall (성북구 보훈회관)

Exit 4

Korean Institute of Science and Technology (KIST) (한국과학기술연구원)

Exit 4

Left on Hwarang-ro-14-gil (화랑로14길)

Mareundaemi Hill – Seonghwangdang Tree – Puseok Mountain Plaque (마른대미고개 성황당나무 푸석산)

Exit 4

U-turn

Straw Basket Health Village (삼태기 건강마을)

Exit 4

U-turn, Right on Hwarang-ro-18-gil (화랑로18길), Right on Hwarang-ro-18-ga-gil (화랑로18가길)

Seoul National Forest Station (서울국유림관리소)

Exit 4

U-turn, Right on Hwarang-ro-18-gil (화랑로18길), Right on Hwarang-ro-18-ga-gil (화랑로18가길)

New Seokgwan Market (새석관시장)

Exit 3

Straight on Hwarang-ro (화랑로)

Jangwi Traditional Market (장위통시장)

Exit 2

Straight on Hwarang-ro (화랑로), Left on Hwarang-ro-25-gil (화랑로25길)

Aegineungteo Park (애기능터공원)

Exit 1

U-turn, Left on Hwarang-ro-17-gil (화랑로17길)/Jangwol-ro (장월로), Left onto Kkumnamu-gil (꿈나무길)

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Dongmyo Station (동묘앞역) Line 1 – Station #127, Line 6 – Station #636

April 14, 2013

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo Station takes its name from the nearby shrine, built to honor the Chinese general and deity Guan Yu (162-219).  Near-ubiquitous on the other side of the Yellow Sea, shrines like these are rare in Korea where, despite its long history as an on-again off-again vassal state to China, the strong Confucian tradition prevented worship of Guan Yu from ever really taking root.  So it was probably rather reluctantly that Dongmyo (동묘) was built, from 1599 to 1601, under the reign of King Seonjo (선조), at the behest of the suzerain Ming Dynasty.  A decade or so earlier, Ming forces had helped Joseon soldiers repel Toyotomi Hideyoshi’s invading Japanese during the Imjin War, a success that the Chinese attributed to the guiding influence of Guan Yu’s spirit.  Accordingly, acknowledgement was expected.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Several of these Munmyo, as shrines to Guan Yu are known, were built in Seoul, but the one just outside of Exit 3 is the only one remaining and is recognized as Designated Treasure No. 142.  Also known as Donggwanwangmyo (동관왕묘), the main shrine is formed by two attached buildings: the front section, or jeonsil (전실), is to be used for sacrificial rites, while the rear section, or bohnsil (본실) houses the statue of Guan Yu and some subordinate generals.  Distinct from similar buildings in the capital, Dongmyo’s design and decoration, predictably, incorporate many Chinese characteristics, including the intricate brickwork and its narrower width relative to its depth.  Though the main shrine building is closed to visitors, you can peer in through the wooden slats to view the large, gilt, seated statue of Guan Yu, his right hand raised and his beard reaching down to his knees.  To his sides are aides and retainers.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

On either side of the main shrine is a long wooden building, empty except for a large stone stele.  Forming the fourth side of the complex’s inner courtyard is an inner gate, the walls of which bear paintings of musicians and perhaps servants.  The paintings are badly faded, and it was only on the third time I walked through the gate that I noticed the faint outlines of human figures on what had at first appeared to be only slightly yellowed wood boards.  Looking closely, however, I could make out some of the details: the folds in a pair of pants, horns held up by two men, another with what looked like a pair of small cymbals.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Surrounding Dongmyo is the Hwanghak-dong Flea Market (황학동 벼룩시장), which you’ll practically stumble into the moment you step out of Exit 3.  Vendors line the sides of streets between Jongno (종로) and the Cheonggye Stream, particularly Jongno-58-gil (종로58길), where the deep burgundy sides and handsome black tile roofs of the adjacent shrine peek up from behind brick walls.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

The median age of both vendors and buyers is somewhere north of 50, and interested parties stroll through the spillover from the larger area of flea market near Sindang Station: cleaning supplies, power cords, remote controls, artwork, comic books, portable cassette players, bass guitars, and just about whatever else you could throw on a pile, which, in some cases, is exactly how things are organized.  Not everything here is junk – a few antique shops can be found in the back alleys nearer the stream, and even some decent vintage pickups are available; the shop just outside of Exit 3 sold L.L. Bean flannels, which I haven’t seen anywhere else in the city.  And even if you aren’t looking to buy anything, simply wandering through and taking a close look at what’s there is sport enough.  My favorite spotting was a sheet of stamps from Sierra Leone featuring the Disney characters, including one that pictured the head mouse himself operating a backhoe underneath the tag, ‘Mickey mining bauxite.’

So close to Dongdaemun, you know that the flea market isn’t the end of the idiosyncratic shopping opportunities available here.  Dongmyo also provides quick access to a pair of specialty shopping areas we already visited via Dongdaemun Station.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Walking west from Dongmyo Station, Dongdaemun’s unmistakable vibe, that cocktail of ceaseless commerce and age, became more and more pronounced, and as I headed toward the old eastern gate from Exit 7 the sidewalk quickly got more and more filled up with street vendors.  The streets and alleys south of Jongno between Dongmyo and Dongdaemun Stations are where you’ll find the Stationary and Toy Wholesale Market (문구, 완구 도매시장), Toys ‘R Us’ wild, chaotic cousin, where playthings both authentic and fake fill the area.  Pink cellophane and cardboard box towers of Barbie and Barbie knockoffs stood alongside toy guns, English learning games, mountains of stuffed Brownie dogs, and Angry Bird pencil cases saying, ‘That’s the bomb!’  A string of plain white animal masks created a slightly eerie contrast with the otherwise cheery color palette dominated by bright blues, pinks, and yellows, and with the soundtrack of electronic chirps and squeals and recordings of kids singing bouncy, upbeat songs.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

South of the toy market, is the Aquarium and Pet Market (애완동물 거리), most easily reached by heading straight from Exit 6.  After passing a cell phone shop with a big sign that read ‘no visa ok!’ I reached the Cheonggye, across the street from which is the strip of stores that make up the market.  Shimmering goldfish in tanks and the rocks and fake plants used to decorate their abodes were for sale, but so too were more exotic water dwellers like tiny aquatic frogs and water beetles (물방개).  Land-based pets ranged from hedgehogs to mice to bunnies who slept huddled up together against the cold.  The sound of the market was a nervous prattle raised by all the birds – common pet species like parakeets and cockatiels, but also chickens, roosters, doves, pigeons, and even a brilliant gold, brown, and ochre pheasant the color of autumn.

On the other side of the one-lane road, the Cheonggye Stream (청계천) continued its course toward the Han.  A group of rocks created a small cascade, and upstream of this the stream’s surface was frozen.  Water pouring out from underneath the firm shell tumbled over the rocks, leaving them wearing a fuzzy crown of ice and the water on the downstream side of the cascade unfrozen.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

South of Dongmyo Station may be full of idiosyncratic shopping areas, but to the north it’s largely residential, though it hardly lacks for things of interest; they’re just a bit harder to turn up.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Out of Exit 9, I passed a corner market with fresh produce and big bowls of shiny black mussels set out on the sidewalk and turned left on Jibong-ro-5-gil (지봉로5길).  Just a few steps up on the right is Naksan Naengmyeon (낙산냉면).  I first discovered this place when we visited Changsin Station, though it’s actually closer to Dongmyo.  I said it then and I’ll say it again: best naengmyeon in Seoul.  Purists might take issue with it, as the one and only thing they serve here isn’t true mul-naengmyeon (물냉면) nor is it true bibim-naengmyeon (비빔냉면), but something of a mash-up between the two, the only choice being how spicy you want it.  Perfectly chewy noodles; copious amounts of garlic, cucumber, and pears…I could go on.  Simply put, this place is the business.  Come any time even remotely around lunch or dinner and be prepared to wait.  Lines often go out the door.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

For no reason other than simple curiosity I followed Jibong-ro-5-gil past Naksan Naengmyeon, as it wound through the neighborhood, turning into a street lined with delivery motorcycles and mopeds, many with bars welded on behind the seat to provide a frame for goods loaded on the back.  After a couple 90-degree turns I stumbled onto Anyang Hermitage (안양암).  It looked small and rather anonymous, but it was there and I was intrigued by the huge rock slope that formed its southwestern boundary, so I decided to pop in for a quick look.

Instead of the usual fierce-looking door guardians, the pair on Anyang’s gates bore vaguely passive expressions.  They held their hands folded in front of them and rode fantastical animals, the one on the left astride a six-tusked elephant, the one on the right atop a blue lion.  The lack of aggression on their countenances seemed to validate the expectation that there really wouldn’t be anything special inside to protect, that this was the kind of temple neither human nor demon would bother with.  Once I stepped through the gate, however, I discovered that Anyang did indeed hold something special, the Rock-carved Seated Guanyin of Anyang Hermitage (안양암 마애관음보살좌상), Seoul Tangible Cultural Property No. 122.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Carved onto that sheer rock face that had attracted me in the first place, the Guanyin is not particularly old, dating only to 1909, but it’s significant in that it was the last rock-carved Buddhist statue from the Joseon period.  The plaque inside Anyang explained that the hermitage was slightly older, having been established by Monk Yi Seongwol (이성월 스님) in 1889.  Among the structures there was the wood and brick Gwaneumjeon Hall (관음전), which had been built directly onto the rock slope to protect and enclose the Guanyin sculpture.  Its doors were closed and I couldn’t see the sculpture itself, but visible outside the hall was an inscription that had also been carved into the rock: over 100 Chinese characters explaining the statue’s carving by a skilled mason.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

I wasn’t sure if the Guanyin sculpture was off limits to the public, but no one was around and so I decided to give a tug on Gwaneumjeon’s doors.  They stuck a bit but opened, revealing a figure seated in the lotus position within a shallow recess in the rock, a small altar and some unlit candles in front of him.  Unlike many Buddhist statues, this Guanyin looked distinctly Korean, with narrow eyes, rounded cheeks, and a wide nose, underneath which was a thin moustache and goatee.  On his lips there seemed to be a faintly pink hue, as if a small flicker of life existed within the carving.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

The hermitage had a slightly mystical feel to it, created by its unexpected Guanyin image, its unusual rock formation, and its obscure location where I reckoned very few other foreigners had ever been.  The surrounding neighborhood too was vaguely mysterious in the way that very old Seoul neighborhoods sometimes are, full of tiny little alleyways that were often nothing more than poured concrete slopes and staircases running through the narrow spaces between homes.  Its agedness gave things a somewhat glum feel, which someone else had noticed and tried to ameliorate, as the area was spotted with bright, cartoon-y murals painted on the walls: a man blowing snot out of his nose, two girls flying atop a honeybee, another girl and her polar bear friend holding umbrellas.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

One other mural, dotted with hearts, simply read ‘꿈 꾸는 학교길’ (Dreaming School Street), but directly behind it was a derelict home that looked like a haunted house straight out of central casting.  A Western-style house, it had long been abandoned, and its façade was covered in dead ivy that also climbed up a crooked chimney.  Windows were missing glass, and beneath the ivy, the house’s plaster was peeling off everywhere, so badly that in some spots it had disappeared completely, revealing sections of rotting wood.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Anyang Hermitage isn’t the area’s only Buddhist spot of note.  Northeast of the station is Myogak Temple (묘각사), part of Korea’s Templestay program.  The temple isn’t far from the station, and it’s well signposted so isn’t too hard to find.  From Exit 2 turn left onto Jongno, then left again onto Jongno-63-gil (종로63길) and take the first right onto Jongno-63-ga-gil (종로63가길).  Follow this as it curves uphill until you come around a bend and spot the colorful temple façade.

According to the Korea Tourism Organization, Myogaksa was established by Monk Taeheo Hongseon in 1930 in a spot where it was said the building of a temple would bring peace to Seoul’s citizens.  That’s a pretty tall order for any one temple, but it does its best to offer it for at least a day or two with its one day or overnight Templestays, part of the popular Korea-wide program.  For details on program specifics see the link above.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

The temple is separated from the road and the world outside by a sturdy stone wall, but just through its doors a set of stairs to the left lead up to the temple’s courtyard.  The courtyard is backed by a cliff where a stone Buddha is carved (much more typical looking than Anyang’s Guanyin figure), flanked by hundreds of tiny Buddha figurines lined up inside glass cases, each containing a tiny electric light that was lit up.  In the rock wall above was a tiny gold-painted niche where a small Buddha, maybe 20 centimeters tall, sat, and further up and to the left another gold Buddha, this one standing on a rooftop, looked out over the neighborhood to the south.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

On the courtyard’s left-hand side was a handsome building of wood and cream and clay-colored plaster, and on the right was a brilliantly painted hall, its main door covered in blue, red, white, and orange lotus carvings.  I climbed the stairs to the hall’s second floor and peeked in an open door where an enormous drum occupied one corner of the room and hanging lotus lanterns covered the ceiling from wall to wall.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

If instead of turning right onto Jongno-63-ga-gil you continue straight on Jongno-63-gil after leaving Jongno you can reach Sung-in Neighborhood Park (숭인근린공원).  At the end of Jongno-63-gil, on your right will be Mirin Temple (밀인사) with its unusual façade and large white ball on the roof.  Turn left onto Jongno-63-ma-gil (종로63마길).  After a couple dozen meters you’ll go up a small flight of concrete steps, after which you should immediately turn right onto a tiny brick alley (not the second right up more steps).  At the end of the alley will be a black metal fence with a small gate to the left – the entrance to the park.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Once inside, walking to the right took me right up behind the Buddha that stands on Myogaksa’s rooftop and then to a rough stone staircase running up alongside an empty stone water channel and into the main area of the park, a long plateau running along the top of the ridge the park sits on.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Like any other park in Seoul, Sung-in has plenty of exercise equipment, mostly of the lightweight variety aimed at senior citizens who just need to get a little movement in, but in the northernmost section of the park (also accessible from Changsin Station) there was some more serious equipment, an outdoor weight room essentially, and four ajeosshis were taking advantage of it, getting in a workout in the brisk cold.  Sung-in is quite large, with quite a few badminton and basketball courts, a watercourse, and lots of trees.  It also has a very charming touch that I hadn’t ever seen in a Seoul park: a little shelter with a small bookshelf labeled Dongmang Peak Open Book Café (동망봉 열린 북 카페) where visitors – primarily kids, from the look of what was on offer – could borrow something to read while hanging out in the park.

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

At the park’s southern end, near where the stone steps had dropped me off, was a lookout platform, and the views from the spot were long and clear.  Just below me was Myogaksa.  And there was Dongmyo.  A bit to the right was Dongdaemun Fashion Town.  And I was pretty sure that I could even pick out the bald rock face abutting Anyang Hermitage.  The city continued well away to the west, but to my left, to the east, it ended, and beyond was a ring of mountains, some of them still capped in a crown of snow.

Dongmyo (동묘)

Exit 3

U-turn, Right on Jongno-58-gil (종로58길), Left on Nangye-ro-27-gil (난계로27길)

Hwanghak-dong Flea Market (황학동 벼룩시장)

Exit 3

Stationary and Toy Wholesale Market (문구, 완구 도매시장)

Exit 7

Left on Jongno-54-gil (종로54길)

Aquarium and Pet Market (애완동물 거리)

Exit 6

Straight on Dasan-ro (다산로), Right on Cheonggyecheon-ro (청계천로)

Cheonggye Stream (청계천)

Exit 5 or 6

Straight on Dasan-ro (다산로)

Naksan Naengmyeon (낙산냉면)

Exit 9

Left on Jibong-ro-5-gil (지봉로5길)

Anyang Hermitage (안양암)

Exit 9

Left on Jibong-ro-5-gil (지봉로5길)

Myogak Temple (묘각사)

Exit 2

Left onto Jongno (종로), Left on Jongno-63-gil (종로63길), Right on Jongno-63-ga-gil (종로63가길)

www.myogaksa.net

Phone: 02) 763-3345, 763-3109

E-mail: yeodiamond@naver.com

Sung-in Neighborhood Park (숭인근린공원)

Exit 2

Left onto Jongno (종로), Left on Jongno-63-gil (종로63길), Left onto Jongno-63-ma-gil (종로63마길), Right after first set of stairs

Dongmyo by Meagan Mastriani

Hangangjin Station (한강진역) Line 6 – Station #631

March 10, 2013

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Practically every neighborhood in Seoul undergoes changes on a weekly basis, some quickly, some slowly.  Hangangjin is one of the quick ones, and is steadily turning itself into one of the trendiest, most culturally fresh areas of the city.

If any one thing can be said to have kickstarted this transformation, it’s likely the arrival of the Leeum Samsung Museum of Art (삼성미술관 Leeum) in 2004, which, among other things, shows that once in a while Samsung does something more than just make money.

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Located just a short walk down Itaewon-ro-55-gil (이태원로55길) near Exit 1, the first thing visitors encounter is the outdoor sculpture garden, which, at the time of my visit featured a trio of pieces by the renowned London-based Indian artist Anish Kapoor, co-designer of the ArcelorMittal Orbit tower that twists above London’s Olympic Village and who was the subject of Leeum’s current Special Exhibition.  The first piece I came to was titled ‘Vertigo’ (‘현기증’), a pair of curved stainless steel rectangles.  Like your breakfast spoon, their concave side inverted and flipped everything they reflected, messing with the viewer’s perspective and causing a mildly unstable feeling.  The structures’ convex sides sat about two meters apart and reflected each other, creating a Russian nesting doll of the same image, each progressively smaller than the last.  In addition to ‘Vertigo,’ the garden also held ‘Tall Tree and the Eye’ (‘큰 나무와 눈’), stacked stainless steel orbs like air bubbles rising from the deep, and ‘Sky Mirror’ (‘하늘 거울’), which did exactly as its name implied.

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

The museum itself is trisected, three different permanent collections in three different structures by three different internationally acclaimed architects.  Museum 1, designed by Mario Botta, houses the Leeum’s collection of traditional Korean art, which contains some three-dozen designated national treasures.  Visitors begin their tour on the fourth floor, where the celadon (청자) collection is housed before proceeding back down to the lobby, through the collections of Buncheong ware and porcelain (분청사기 / 백자), paintings and calligraphy (고서화), and Buddhist art and metal works (불교미술 / 금속공예) on subsequent floors.  Exhibition spaces are nearly completely dark, the only light coming from subtle spot lights that illuminate individual vases and scrolls, giving the galleries a solemn, almost religious feel.

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Museum 2, its building the product of Jean Nouvel, holds the modern art collection.  The second floor houses Korean modern art (한국 근현대미술) – quite likely a great unknown to anyone who isn’t Korean, the first floor international modern art, and the basement contemporary art.  It’s an impressive collection, as a quick listing of names will attest: Koons, de Kooning, Rothko, kimsooja, Twombly, Giacometti, Bacon, Gilbert & George, Nam June Paik, Basquiat, Warhol, Cindy Sherman, Zeng Fanzhi, Damien Hurst.  My personal favorite in the collection – not the best or most groundbreaking, but the one that spoke most closely to my interests and that I stared at the longest – was a work by the Korean artist 박이소 (Bahc Yiso) called ‘드넓은 세상’ (‘Wide World Wide’).  On an enormous light blue canvas, above a map formed by their names written out in Hangeul in a barely visible sky blue script were pinned hundreds of small white papers, each bearing the name of a place that managed to at once capture both the exoticism of the world’s geography and the fecundity of its languages: Araraquara, Erhchiang, Nagykanizsa, Bobo Dioulasso, Oshkosh.

The third section of the museum, the Samsung Child Education and Culture Center (삼성아동교육문화센터), was designed by Rem Koolhaas.

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

The second institution serving as a major cultural anchor for the neighborhood is Blue Square (블루스퀘어) performing arts complex.  Accessible directly from the station, it is Korea’s largest performing arts hall, with space both for musicals and concerts as well as cafes, a florist, a candy shop, restaurants, and souvenir shops.  ‘The Phantom of the Opera’ was in the middle of a run during my visit, and the main lobby had displays of costumes, a Phantom photo booth, and fake roses curling around the bases of the stairs’ handrails.

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Coincidence or no, Samsung has their enormous hands heavily involved in Blue Square as well, with the two main theaters poetically being called the Samsung Electronics Hall (삼성전자홀) and the Samsung Card Hall (삼성카드홀).  All the romance that went into naming those also went into the building itself, which, in stark contrast to the Leeum, is incredibly bland architecturally, its mirrored blue glass façade making it look more like the resident of a suburban office park than a theater.  Offering a little bit of contrast is the structure behind the main building called NEMO, which, aping Platoon Kunsthalle, is made of orange and yellow shipping containers and was hosting a children’s performance called ‘Hello! Madagascar.’

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

The Leeum and Blue Square are indicative of the greater Itaewon area’s tendency over the last few years to get less and less scruffy, a tendency that’s well apparent in the Hangangjin neighborhood, particularly as you get closer to Itaewon.  If five years ago you had told me that Comme de Garçons would open their Seoul flagship store here and not in Apgujeong, I never would have believed you.  But there it is, selling its 400,000 won-plus hoodies just a few steps past the turnoff for the Leeum.  And just a bit further down Itaewon-ro (이태원로) is Beaker, which pairs a Williamsburg aesthetic with Cheongdam prices: Band of Outsider flannels, bike accessories, 33,000 won soda can-sized bottles of artisanal shampoo.

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Not every new wine bar, restaurant, and boutique here is wallet emptying, thankfully.  Shops like Millimeter Milligram, not far from Exit 3, add to the offbeat, artistic atmosphere with quirky stationary, bags, and art supplies, and plenty of cafes provide a place to pause between shops or exhibitions.  One café that particularly stands out is Take Out Drawing (with another location in Noksapyeong), which, in addition to using organic and fair-trade products, also offers two-month artist residences, the second half of which include exhibitions of the residents’ work.  The café’s ‘newspaper’ has, alongside the menu, small profiles of current artists in residence in both Korean and English.

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

When it comes to eating in Hangangjin, Brazilian churrascarias, Japanese izakayas, and Spanish tapas joints, among others, contribute to an internationalized dining scene.  Hangangjin’s cosmopolitanism is just as evident if you turn off Itaewon-ro onto Daesagwan-ro (대사관로), or Embassy Street.  Running southeast from Itaewon-ro, it’s, naturally, dotted with embassies – Thailand, Kenya, Côte d’Ivoire – as well as the Lao ambassador’s residence, more international restaurants, and cafes and boutiques catering to the locals.

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Daesagwan-ro connects to Hannam-dae-ro (한남대로), and walking along the latter between the station and the river gives you a chance to play a bit of embassy spotting.  (If you cross Hannam-ro via the pedestrian bridge near the Daesagwan intersection you’ll also get clear views of N Seoul Tower, the minarets and onion dome of the Itaewon mosque, and the Seoul Finance Tower in Gangnam.)  Among others I was able to pick out the flags of Vietnam, Spain, Burma, Bulgaria, and Italy, which, almost too neatly, had an olive Vespa parked out front.  In addition to the embassies, Hannam-dae-ro (or, rather, down long driveways leading off of it) is also where you’ll find the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court’s Residence, the Speaker of the National Assembly’s Official Residence, and the official residence of the Minister of Foreign Affairs and Trade, the last of these gated and watched over by a soldier with an extremely large gun.

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

If instead of turning right down Hannam-dae-ro after leaving Exit 2 you cross the pedestrian bridge that runs over it, to your left you’ll see a Harley-Davidson store that stands in front of a small residential neighborhood.  Turning down the small side street there, Hannam-dae-ro-40-gil (한남대로40길), took me past a small collection of stone statues – horses, pagodas, a reclining Buddha – and soon led to an entrance to Eungbong Neighborhood Park (응봉근린공원), a large wooded hill cut through with walking paths.  There were also some tennis courts, badminton courts, playgrounds, and a square, but most of the park was left to the trees.

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Of course, for an even bigger park, there’s always nearby Namsan Park (남산공원), which is easy to get to from Hangangjin.  Just go out Exit 1, U-turn, and follow the sidewalk until it ends.  There go up the steps to the left, cross the street, and you’re just outside the park.  At that point there was a sign pointing to a mineral spring (남산약수터), only 200 meters away.  I followed the sign up the driveway of an adjacent wedding hall, and by the time I made it past the parking lot things had already gotten remarkably calm and quiet, the traffic on Hannam-dae-ro just a faint murmur.  The path to the spring then took me past a small artificial stream, its water frozen where the course led over a small drop.

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

The first time I arrived at the spring I walked right past it, not realizing what it was.  My image of the spring was that it would be something bubbling up from the ground, but the Namsan spring instead poured out of two narrow metal pipes that jutted out of a stone wall on a wooden platform.  (Unfortunately, the spring water here is not fit for drinking.)  As an elderly hiker pulled a radio playing old pop music out of his bag and carried it with him to the adjacent exercise equipment, water poured out of the pipes in a steady stream, falling into stone basins underneath.  One of the basins was crusted up with ice around its edges; the other was not, as the water flowing out of that pipe had better aim, and poured neatly into the drain.

Leeum Samsung Museum of Art (삼성미술관 Leeum)

Exit 1

Right on Itaewon-ro-55-gil (이태원로55길)

leeum.samsungfoundation.org

Phone: 02) 2014-6901

Hours | 10:30 – 18:00, Closed Mondays, New Year’s Day, Seollal, and Chuseok

Admission | Adults – Permanent Exhibition 10,000, Special Exhibition 8,000, Daypass 14,000; Kids, Seniors, Handicapped – Permanent Exhibition 6,000, Special Exhibition 5,000, Daypass 8,000 (9,000 for kids)

Blue Square (블루스퀘어)

Exit 2 or accessible directly from the station

www.bluesquare.kr

Take Out Drawing (Hannam Branch)

Exit 3

Straight on Itaewon-ro (이태원로)

http://www.takeoutdrawing.com

Phone: 02) 797-3139

Hours | 11:00 – 00:00

Eungbong Neighborhood Park (응봉근린공원)

Exit 2

Right on Hannam-dae-ro (한남대로), cross pedestrian bridge to the left, right on Hannam-dae-ro-40-gil (한남대로40길)

Namsan Park (남산공원)

Exit 1

U-turn, Straight on Itaewon-ro (이태원로), Up stairs and cross Soweol-ro (소월로) to park

Hangangjin by Meagan Mastriani

Wolgok Station (월곡역) Line 6 – Station #641

January 13, 2013

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

The heavy canopy of Bukbu Expressway (북부간선도로) curved along overhead, while underneath, the Hwarang-ro (화랑로) sidewalks were coated in a thick layer of ice thanks to a slurry-like snow that thousands of footsteps had pounded into an undulating rink, leaving everyone on this afternoon shuffling along like wary geriatrics.

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

Things were only marginally less hazardous on the backstreets, where the same precipitation hadn’t been pressurized quite so thoroughly.  I skidded out of Exit 3, U-turning and then turning right onto Hwarang-ro-11-gil (화랑로11길) (just as easily reached by doing the same thing out of Exit 2), in the general direction of Dongduk Women’s University.  The road was a pleasant one-lane street that was a mix of old and new – ddeok shops and butchers, salons and cafes – with touches of college neighborhood quirk: a statue of a man reading a paper on a sidewalk bench and, just behind him, a bubble tea café called Bee!! that used John Lennon’s ‘Yellow Submarine’ likeness for a logo.

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

The station’s area map had mentioned a Wolgok Market (월곡시장) that I spent several minutes confusedly looking for – It should be right…here – before figuring out that I had been looking for the wrong thing.  Instead of a typical neighborhood wet market the Wolgok one, just after newspaper man, was not really a market at all, but a modern, multi-floor building.  There were tailors (several), a Japanese restaurant, a store selling infra-red home saunas, and, upstairs, a ‘luxury party event hall.’  It was awfully quiet.

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

After leaving the market, I continued on Hwarang-ro-11-gil away from the station before coming to a small intersection.  To my left was the very visible Daehanbulgyo Jingakjong (대한불교진각종).  The headquarters of the Jingakjong Buddhist sect was a huge white building with gold window screens on its upper floors and a golden stupa crowning its top.  On poles out front a trio of flags flapped in the breeze: Korean, Buddhist, and Jingakjong banner.

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

Jingakjong, founded in 1951, is a relatively minor Buddhist sect, and a few things set it apart.  Perhaps the most notable is that in a Jingakjong temple you will find no statues of Buddha; veneration is instead directed at six letters – 옴마니반메훔 – that form a mantra and that are carved onto a large stone pillar in front of the sect’s headquarters here.  Another significant difference is that Jingakjong monks neither shave their heads nor dress in the austere grays typical of peninsular monks and nuns, donning instead gold and brown robes.

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

The sect’s headquarters is a fairly new construction, having gone up within the past five years or so right next to its older, simpler home, and it struck me as an odd thing, more apropos to a cult than a strain of Buddhism.  Its middle section was anonymous light stone and windows and wouldn’t have felt out of place in an office park, but its upper stories, in their white and gold, looked to me like what Asian Scientologists might come up with.  This was all accented with the building’s main pillars, which at their upper reaches had pincer-like sections that resembled the claw in street-side claw games.

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

From the Jingakjong headquarters I continued up Hwarang-ro-13-gil (화랑로13길) to Dongduk Women’s University (동덕여자대학교).  Upon reaching the front gate, however, the security ajeosshi asked me what I was doing and when I responded that I just wanted to have a look around campus he refused to let me in.  Wherever there’s a 정문, though, there’s a 후문.  I turned around, walked back to Hwarang-ro-11-gil, hung a left, took the next left, walked uphill for a bit, and then sure enough, there was the back gate.  There was a smaller security guard booth here too, but the ajeosshi in this one couldn’t be bothered to pull his attention away from his TV set.

Somewhat interestingly – OK, maybe a lot interestingly if you’re a dude – Dongduk is home to Korea’s first university major in modeling (for which you can take a course in ‘professional walking’), which may go some way to explaining security’s attempt to keep me out as I’m sure that distinction attracts less chivalrous men than myself.  Me?  I was much more interested in the fact that the college also offers the country’s sole major in curatorial studies.  Unfortunately, there weren’t any models…um, excuse me, curators to be seen, as the campus was largely empty in the middle of winter vacation.

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

Like a lot of campuses in Seoul, Dongduk has one rather grand looking Main Hall (본관) of gray stone and is otherwise populated with functional but rather bland classroom buildings.  The campus climbs up a hillside from the main gate, and it was as I was making my way to a small park at the very back that the ice finally got the better of me and I found myself sprawled on my backside.  After picking myself up and dusting myself off I (a bit more cautiously now) made it up to the park, which offered views of the surrounding neighborhood and held a stone plaque engraved with a poem, the title of which I wrote down in my notebook as ‘어머니의 달’ (‘Mother’s Moon’) but which was probably actually ‘어머니의 딸’ (‘Mother’s Daughter’).  Anybody out there who goes to Dongduk who can clear that up for me?

From the park I walked back down past the Main Hall and then straight out the front gate.  The security ajeosshi clearly saw me, but said nothing.

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

Back at the station, near Exit 1 the elevated highway of Bukbu Expressway (북부간선도로) met with that of Naebu-sunhwan-ro (내부순환로) and ran together above the Jeongneung Stream (정릉천).  The streambed was wide, but the watercourse was narrow, perhaps only two meters.  On either side of it were rock beds, and a meandering green walking path followed the stream from several feet above.  Close to where the two freeways nearly merged, a cascade of water tumbled down a wall of stone blocks into a pool that was channeled into the stream.  The water wasn’t heated, but in the frigid December air vapor drifted up like steam, and the pool looked rather seductively like a hot spring.

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

While the side of the neighborhood to the west of the station had seen a fair bit of recent development – stream, HomePlus, new apartment buildings – the side to the east, out Exit 4 or 5, was much older – old red brick apartments huddled around narrow streets.  Kids in the alleys threw snowballs onto a rooftop, and water that had dripped out of a rooftop drainpipe was frozen in a little nub on the sidewalk.  Bordering the neighborhood on its far side was the campus of the Korean Institute of Science and Technology (KIST) (한국과학기술연구원), its pretty, snow-dusted, and lightly wooded hill separated from the road by a black wrought iron fence.

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani

As I made to head back to the station from the road abutting KIST, I ventured to do so down an alley that began with about a ten-meter stretch pitched at a 30-degree angle.  A brick wall ran along one side and I braced myself against it as I inched downwards before successfully reaching the point where the alley leveled out.  At the bottom, going the other way, was a mailman on a delivery moped calculating his chances of going up the incline I’d just come down.  About three seconds later I heard a slight crash and turned around.  Sure enough, the moped’s narrow wheels had slid out from under the bike on the ice, and now the mailman was half-pinned under it, struggling to get out without the aid of any traction.  Another passerby and I hustled over and helped pick the bike up, and the mailman climbed out from under, unhurt, and re-deposited the spilled mail in the front basket.  When I was sure everything was OK I continued back to the station.  Slowly.

Wolgok Market (월곡시장)

Exit 3

U-turn, Right on Hwarang-ro-11-gil (화랑로11길)

Daehanbulgyo Jingakjong (대한불교진각종) headquarters

Exit 3

Straight on Hwarang-ro (화랑로), Left on Hwarang-ro-13-gil (화랑로13길)

Dongduck Women’s University (동덕여자대학교)

Exit 3

Straight on Hwarang-ro (화랑로), Left on Hwarang-ro-13-gil (화랑로13길)

Jeongneung Stream (정릉천)

Exit 1

West on Hwarang-ro (화랑로)

Wolgok by Meagan Mastriani


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