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Deogyusan hiking, Saturday 1st December 2012.

December 18, 2012

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Deogyusan isn’t one of the furthest National Parks from Seoul but it’s one of the more awkward places to get to on public transport. As the short winter days don’t leave much time for hiking we thought that we’d  do a couple of hours worth of travelling on the Friday night to give us that bit more time the following day.

We caught the train at Seoul, changed at Daejeon and then got off at Yeongdong. It was after ten in the evening when we arrived and I suppose it’s a bit of a gamble in a small town when you are looking for somewhere to sleep at that time of night.

The first place we tried had rooms, but only for that night and we wanted somewhere for the Saturday as well. We moved further away from the station and tried the Dubai Motel. There can’t have been too many billionaire oil sheiks in town that weekend as we were able to pick up a room for forty thousand won a night. It was clean and smart, but let down slightly by the room being as hot as the Middle East and the bed being just as hard as the floor.

Dubai Motel, viewed from the station.

Dubai Motel, viewed from Yeongdong station.

The next morning we had to get ourselves firstly to Muju Bus Terminal and then on to the Gucheondong entrance to the park. It all worked out very well. If you come out of the railway station, turn right and then walk for about three hundred yards there’s a bus stop on the same side of the road. You can catch a bus to Muju for 1,150 won. They don’t run that often, I think ours left at 8.30am and the next one may very well have been after ten o’clock.

This is the bus stop you want.

This is the bus stop you want.

It took us forty minutes to get to Muju Bus Terminal and from there we caught a bus to Gucheondong. The buses seem to come and go every hour or so, they take thirty minutes and cost 3,900 won.

With very little time spent hanging about we were at the Gucheondong entrance by about ten o’clock. There weren’t many people around although I think that may have been down to the time of year. We were a bit late for the leaves changing colour and maybe slightly early for the main ski season. Whilst there were a few hotels I suspect that a lot of the year they will fill up fairly quickly.

Most of the restaurants seemed to specialise in trout. The ones swimming about in the tanks outside looked too large to be wild, so were probably pellet-fed farmed fish. Shame really, as a genuine wild trout takes some beating.

There were three options for going up to the 1,614m Hyangjeong peak. We discounted the route via Chilbong as that would have brought us out at the ski lift and if anywhere was going to be busy then that was it.

Deogyusan National Park map.

Deogyusan National Park map.

The other two alternatives both went via Baekyeonsa temple. One of them looped around via the 1,594m Jungbong and the other was a more direct but steeper route. We would probably have taken the longer circuit but unfortunately it was closed and so we didn’t have any choice in the matter. There was an excellent sign that not only showed the route and distance but also the gradient along the way.

Every hike should have information like this.

Every hike should have information like this.

The route seemed like two separate hikes. Initially we had a six kilometer walk up to the Baekyeonsa temple that followed the river most of the way. With the temperatures having been below freezing earlier in the week there was a lot of ice on the trail. We only gained four hundred metres in altitude over that section though and whilst it was often slippy underfoot it didn’t take too much out of us.

Baekyeonsa temple

Baekyeonsa temple

The next section was a different matter with a height gain of six hundred metres over 3.7km. The increased altitude meant a lot of compacted snow on the ground, whilst the increase in gradient resulted in a few staircases and other sections where we had to haul ourselves up using railings. There weren’t many people heading upwards but there were plenty who had taken advantage of the ski lift making their way down.

As we approached the summit we could see a shelter to our left. For those who like to see the sunrise from the top of a hill it would be an ideal place to spend the night.

Deogyusan shelter.

Deogyusan shelter.

Three and three-quarter hours after setting off we reached the 1,614m Hyangjeokbong summit. It was fairly busy up there, but when you’ve got a ski-lift carrying people most of the way up that’s to be expected I suppose.

At the top.

At the top.

The views were fantastic. We were above the treeline and with barely a cloud in sight we could see for miles. In one direction there were eight or nine ridges stacked up into the distance.

That's a view.

That’s a view.

It was pretty cold up there and so we didn’t hang about too long. It’s a steep drop down to the ski-lift three or four hundred metres away at Seolcheong. As we passed the people coming up from the lift we could hear a lot of them complaining about the effort they were having to put in to walk that final stretch. Ungrateful wretches.

The ride down to the bottom cost eight thousand won and took twenty minutes. The resort had just opened for the season that weekend and only one of the slopes was in use. Artificial snow was being sprayed onto the others. The place was busy though, mainly with boarders rather than skiers, and as you can imagine they were all togged up in their best gear.

I think that's the baby slope.

I think that’s the baby slope.

We warmed up with some drinks, my selection of honey and pine needle tea tasting exactly like I imagine bathroom cleaner would do. We could have hung around for a free shuttle bus back to Muju but couldn’t be bothered to wait in the cold for it. Instead we caught a taxi and then when faced with a lengthy wait at the bus station we took another cab back to Yeongdong.

I reckon we did this walk at a decent time of year. With the leaves having fallen we were able to see through the trees on the way up, whilst there wasn’t that much snow as to make walking difficult. I imagine it will be spectacular later in the year when the river freezes.

FC Seoul v Jeonbuk Motors, Sunday 25th November 2012, 2pm

December 17, 2012

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I’d had my eye on this game for a while, mainly because for a long time it looked as if it could be the title-decider. Jeonbuk’s loss of form towards the end of the season though meant that Seoul had already clinched the league by the time the game came around and therefore the result meant little to anyone.

The fixture had been designated ‘Foreigner’s Day’ by the home club. It’s their annual attempt to swell the crowd by appealing to non-Koreans who like to turn up at ‘fun’ foreigner activities. There’s a circuit of these things that seem to be obligatory to gap-year kids and when they aren’t being enticed to football games with cheap tickets and free beer, you can find them throwing mud at each other on the beach or making paper lanterns and practising their bowing at a temple-stay. I’m not particularly comfortable in the company of strangers at the best of times, but having to watch a game with a couple of hundred people who know as much about the game as I do about baseball is pretty much my idea of hell.

Still, the stadiums are big enough to keep yourself to yourself if you want to and I caught the subway up to Sangam. There was a fella in my carriage wearing a pair of glasses without any lenses in. I’ve seen this a few time and I presume that they are going for the nerdy look. Fair enough, whatever gets the girl.  What I can’t grasp though is why they don’t get some glasses with plain lenses in them and do it properly. I’m not a violent bloke by any means but I wouldn’t quibble with anyone who advocated a swift poke in the eye for these tosspots.

Fortunately the foreigners were all to be corralled in one particular part of the stadium around towards the North Stand. I declined the cheap ticket and free can of beer and bought myself a regular fourteen thousand won ticket for the opposite Jeonbuk end. There was a relatively poor turnout from the Jeonbuk fans, maybe three hundred or so, although with their season being over it was understandable.

The Jeonbuk fans.

The Jeonbuk fans. Not all of them, but not far off.

The game hadn’t caught the imagination of the home fans either and once again the ground was a lot emptier than I’d expected. The official attendance was announced as 25,316 but in reality there were somewhere between twelve and fifteen thousand people there. The Seoul fans behind the goal were in good form though, celebrating their championship season with cardboard cut-out golden stars and trophies.

The Seoul fans show off their new star and trophy.

The Seoul fans show off their new star and trophy.

Despite the extreme cold I got myself a couple of cans of Max. Drinking beer seems to be the right thing to do at a Korean football game and I didn’t really want the close to freezing temperature to change my matchday routine. I was pleased that I’d brought my gloves though, as I doubt holding an ice-cold can would have been tolerable otherwise.

The opening quarter of an hour belonged to Seoul. Jeonbuk picked up a couple of early bookings and Seoul’s Jung Jo Gook messed up a good opportunity to put the home side ahead when he handled as he tried to bundle the ball home. It didn’t matter though as a few minutes later Molina scored with a header  that bounced up off the ground and then went in off the post. The unusual flight of the ball seemed to wrong-foot Old Man Choi in the Jeonbuk goal. Not only did the whole Seoul team join in with the celebration but most of their subs seemed to be on the pitch too. It culminated in them posing for the cameras in front of their own fans at the opposite end of the stadium.

Whatever happend to a simple handshake?

Whatever happened to a simple handshake?

Jeonbuk had their chances as the half progressed with three of them falling to Lee Dong Gook. None of them were sitters but he has scored from much more difficult opportunities throughout the season. The game moved further away from Jeonbuk five minutes before half time when Escudero went down. I didn’t see what happened but the recently booked Eninho looked to have got the blame and amidst a melee of players, subs and coaches he picked up a second yellow. It looked as if one of the Jeonbuk officials was sent to the stand too although I’ve no idea who or what for. I’m not convinced that the ref knew either.

Bye bye.

Bye bye.

Two beers in freezing conditions was enough to send me scuttling to the bogs at half-time and there was a bloke in there brushing his teeth. That’s not something I’d expect to see at a football match. Now, it’s easy to slag off Korean fellas for their lack of personal hygiene as for every one that bothers to wash his hands after having a piss, there are another ten who just hog the mirror to flick at their carefully waxed hair without going anywhere near the sink. With teeth though it’s a different  matter. I’m convinced that most blokes at work brush their teeth after every coffee, never mind every meal. I’m surprised they have any enamel left on them.

I missed the first five minutes of the second half queuing for another couple of cans as too many of the people in front of me in the queue seemed to be doing their weekly shop. I didn’t miss much though. In fact there wasn’t really that much to miss throughout the second half.

Random action shot.

Random action shot.

Both sides had minor chances, the best of which brought an excellent double save from Old Man Choi in the Jeonbuk goal. Damjanovic very graciously acknowledged his efforts, which I suppose comes a little easier when you are about to win the game and have already won the league.

At the final whistle we got the obligatory ‘We Are The Champions’ and a shower of paper at the trophy ceremony from what must be a specialist celebratory blowing machine that travels the country catering for occasions like this.

"No time for losers..."

“No time for losers…”

I watched for a while as the players sprayed each other with champagne and skipped around with their families. The celebrations culminated in some horse dancing. Of course. No event is complete in Korea these days without a bit of imaginary horse-riding. I suspect that they even do it at funerals. It’s generally my cue to bugger off though and so that’s what I did.

Pocheon Citizen v Chuncheon Citizen, Saturday 24th November 2012, 2pm

December 7, 2012

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The 2012 season is drawing to an end. The previous week had seen Incheon Korail win the National League Play-off Final whilst FC Seoul clinched the K-League. As we reached the final week of November the only competition still to be decided was the third-tier Challengers League in which Chuncheon had come through the play-offs and earned the right to play top of the table Pocheon.

I’d been to Pocheon a couple of years earlier. It’s an unremarkable town with a main street full of the usual shops and a Sunday market that sold everything from power tools to live rabbits and chickens.

Here's a photo I took hast time.

Here’s a photo I took last time.

Still, when there’s not much football left to play I wouldn’t want to miss anything, particularly a final. I took a bus from Dong Seoul and an hour and a half later arrived in Pocheon. They don’t have the market on a Saturday so if I’d been wanting a sackful of dogs or a Chinese monkey wrench I’d have been out of luck.

I’d remembered where the stadium was from my previous visit. You come out of the bus station, head for the river and when you’ve crossed the bridge just follow the road (and the river) to the right. There were  banners and posters advertising the game and there were even a few policemen directing the traffic towards a car park next to the ground. On my last visit there were almost as many players as spectators and so this felt like one of Pocheon’s big days.

The main stand was fairly full as kick-off approached. On the other side of the pitch we had around two hundred and fifty soldiers supporting the home side.

It beats the trenches. Just.

It beats the trenches. Just.

A closer inspection showed that not only were the soldiers banging inflatable sticks together with military precision but they were being co-ordinated by cheerleaders. It’s hard to imagine what cheerleaders do in Pocheon on the occasions where there isn’t a play-off final, but they seemed well enough organised.

The usual gratuitous cheerleader photo.

The usual gratuitous cheerleader photo.

Chuncheon had brought around forty supporters, a few banners and a couple of drums. They kept up a decent tempo throughout but couldn’t really compete with the soldiers fifty yards along the terracing.

No cheerleaders.

No cheerleaders.

The first half was fairly even. Pocheon passed the ball well and were comfortable taking their time and building from the back. The closest that they got to a scoring though was hitting the bar after twenty minutes. Chuncheon seemed content to soak up the pressure and try to hit their hosts on the counter-attack. It nearly paid off just before the break when they had an effort ruled out for offside.

Pocheon are in the red, Chuncheon the bee costumes.

Pocheon are in the red, Chuncheon the bee costumes.

The half-time whistle was greeted with more excitement than you’d imagine and a lot of the crowd in the main stand surged forward to the front. It turns out that the main event of the day for most people there wasn’t the match but the raffle. I had a quick glance at the prizes and  could pick out a fridge freezer, something else the size of a washing machine, ten mountain bikes and any number of sacks of rice and cartons of unidentified drink.

This lot added 750 people to the gate.

This lot added 750 people to the gate.

I hadn’t bothered with a ticket and so left them to it and had a wander around to the other side of the pitch. Besides, I’d have struggled to get a fridge-freezer onto the bus.

The view from the other side.

The view from the other side.

Pocheon started the second half well and should really have gone ahead ten minutes after the restart. A shot from outside of the area was parried by the Chuncheon keeper into the path of Kang Seok Gu, only for him to screw his shot wide.

It didn’t take much longer for the goal to come though and the home side went ahead through Seo Dong Hyun.

Pocheon celebrate.

Pocheon celebrate.

Chuncheon had their chances as the second half went on but for a long time didn’t really looked like equalising. Things picked up for them five minutes from time though when Pocheon’s Park Gi Seo was given a second yellow for dissent.

"You must be joking, ref"

“What did I say?”

The dismissal set up a frantic final few minutes as the visitors pushed for the goal that would take the tie into extra time. There were some nasty tackles flying in from Pocheon, but the ref seemed reluctant to reduce them to nine men.

Instead he evened the numbers up by dismissing Chuncheon’s Park Chul Woo for a dive. I reckoned it could just as easily have been a penalty although my judgement may have been swayed by my seat amongst the away fans.

The failed penalty appeal was Chuncheon’s last chance and the final whistle brought the Challengers League season to an end.

Pocheon celebrate again.

Pocheon celebrate again.

That wasn’t the end of the entertainment. Oh no. We were ‘treated’ to a dance routine from a few of the soldiers. As you might have expected it included what now seems to be an obligatory horse dance.

Maybe they will end up in a Cavalry troop.

Maybe they will end up in a Cavalry troop.

That was enough for me and without waiting for the trophy presentation I cleared off back to Seoul.