Jeju Island, South Korea: 27 - 29 September, 2009

One hours flight from Busan lies the ‘honeymoon’ island of Jeju (or Cjeju), a volcanic wonderland rich with stunning natural beauty. Unfortunately, as with Busan, the Island has succumbed to some seriously poor design and architectural choices as hotels seem to have been erected without care for the surroundings. As I arrived late in the afternoon I jumped in a (expensive) taxi and travelled from Seogwipo across the island to the famous lava caves, supposedly the largest network of volcanic tubes in the world. The taxi ride itself was an experience as the driver chewed on his gum as if he had a speakerphone in his mouth while overtaking around blind corners and frequently driving on the wrong side of the road at ridiculous speeds. I managed to get to the caves unharmed where only 1km is open to the public due to the frequency of collapses in the rest of the network. The cave itself varies in size from 23m high to 2m at its shortest and at the end of the walk stands the largest volcanic pillar in the world at a towering 24ft high. While the caves are dark, dingy and wet, they are stunning at the same time. The sheer force required to carve through the rock makes you truly appreciate the ferocity of the natural world, and to think that theses caves were created more than 300,000 years ago during a time when the human race was still in its very infancy.

While on Jeju I also visited the impressive waterfall complex, one of which is the only waterfall in Asia to fall directly into the sea. The waterfalls, although not large, are still mesmerising to watch as the water tumbles over the volcanic rock into a deep blue pool which washes straight into the sea. I had intended to climb up Mt. Halla but I didn’t have the time, nor the energy if I’m honest. Instead I decided to mosey on down to the harbour for some snap. As I embarked on my journey I was chased by the owner of the hostel I was staying in, Kevin, who said he had something to show me. He informed me that today was the opening of a new bridge which connected the main island to ‘bird’ island and there would be thousands of locals at the ceremony. We wandered down and sat on the seafront, chatting away about football and how much Koreans dislike Lee Chun Soo because of his ‘sneaky ways’ (good job Dave). There was a brief fireworks display and then I became the first Westerner to use the newly built bridge and step onto bird island! The walk itself is brief and too dark by night, but I imagine it is better in the day. The bridge itself is rather impressive, with light projected on the main segment in different colours giving it the image of a luminous sail standing tall in the middle of the sea.

Kevin then invited me for a ‘quick’ drink at a local Korean pub where we sat discussing a number of things including politics, religion, education, business and marketing while chewing on some kimchi (cabbage and chilli). One drink turned into 5 or 6 and by the end of the night I was more inebriated than I had ever been in my entire life. I proceeded to vomit as soon as I got back to my room, some of which was almost an exact recreation of Mat’s centurion effort which went all down the wall. Having to get up at 5:30 did not help the situation and I felt like I was about to die when my alarm went off. I hurriedly grabbed a shower and packed my things, leaving behind traces of dried kimchi and rice in the cracks of the floor. Nice.

Busan, South Korea: 25 - 27 September, 2009

After a tortuous 4:30 start I wearily boarded the Shinkansen from Osaka to Hakata port where I hopped on the JR Beetle to Busan, South Korea. In comparison to its Japanese equivalents Busan is a dump. No thought what-so-ever has been put into designing the city centre, or the rest of the city for that matter. Tall concrete buildings line the street with neon lights and Baskin Robins on every corner; this is not necessarily a bad thing when the design has been carefully thought out, like for example in Tokyo. Uneven pavements, the persistent smell of sewage and the Korean affection for spitting in public only add to the gritty unwashed feel of the second biggest city in South Korea. The first day was spent recovering from the early start and settling into my hostel dorm where a group of rowdy Germans proceeded to barge in at 2 in the morning and wake everybody up. Although, one plus side of the accommodation was the hilarious Korean rendition of Dust In The Wind by Kansas.

On the second day in Busan I went to the Beomeosa Temple which was by far the busiest one I have visited on my travels thus far. Walking along the leafy path leading up to the temple some bizarre traditional Korean music boomed out from the trees and echoed through the forest. Upon entering the temple I was greeted with the bizarre sight of what must have been at least 1,000 women all dressed in pink shuffling up and down the almost vertical stone stairways. Queues of women intertwined leading to various monks who seemed to be signing books of some sort that all the hordes of women were carrying. At the very height of the temple what appeared to be the highest ranking monk was greeting visitors with gifts and blessings while various television cameras whirred away close by. Unfortunately this made it very difficult to make my way around the temple and even more difficult to take photographs. The temple itself was neat and tidy, but not comparable to those I’d seen in Japan. By the end of the visit the music had changed to rhythmic chanting which, coupled with the surrounding beauty of the forests and streams, created a very striking aural and visual experience.

The end of the day was spent at the impressive Haundae beach, easily the jewel in the crown, or more accurately moth chewed beret, of Busan. I had heard stories about more than 50,000 Koreans adorning the beach during the peak season, however, I was lucky enough to see the beach on a beautifully sunny day just after the on-season. Much more thought has been put into the beachside development; tall elegant buildings and corporate offices line the street running parallel with the beach and there is a pleasant park on one side which is home to a wooden walkway along the cliffs. This provides stunning views of the beach and the tidy little light house at the top of the park provides a panoramic view of the bridge to the South East, a satisfying way to end my time in Busan.

Mini Update

It has been a crazy hectic week of temple visiting, sushi eating, arcade stomping, shrine worshiping madness. I simply haven't found the time to update my blog, I would say I'm sorry but I don't regret a minute of it. From sipping whiskey in the New York Bar on the top floor of the Park Hyatt to dipping my feet in a rooftop spa at the base of Mt. Fuji.


Over two thousand photos to sift through and six days of blogging to catch up on... hopefully to be updated gradually over the next couple of days (if i find time). If not then rest assured I am safe and well (other than some serious foot ache from walking) and enjoying exploring all the delights that Japan has to offer.


Sayonara for now!

Yapaaaaaaaaan!

It is official, the trip has begun and there is no more turning back, no chance of a Mog style non-committal flaky reversal of actions. Touch down on the start of the first leg... Yapan!

As expected the flight was terrible, made even more miserable only by my inability to use chopsticks as the indigenous Japanese fellow next to me fought back the laughter when he saw me cutting up my noodles with a knife and fork. Amazingly, upon landing, I was able to bundle my way through the airport train station and catch the right train to Tokyo central. The quiet calm of the Narita Express train was broken when switiching to the hustle-and-bustle of the Yamanote line and standing shoulder to shoulder with the Japanese locals.

One of the first things that strikes you about the Japanese is their affinity for surgical masks. On the plane, the trains, and just walking down the street people don their masks like it's an every day part of life, somwthing which is just so bizarre to the average westerner.

My first port of call was the Oak Hotel in Ueno, supposedly a 'mild' Tokyo district. If this is mild then i fear for what Shinjuku will be like. Advertising, everywhere. The signage adorns every street corner, every building, every bus and train, everything has advertising space on it. It's an overwhelming visual assault on the senses, but, thankfully, there are quiet retreats which intersperse the bright lights. Parks, pagodas, and traditional Japanese culture side-by-side with modern bustling Tokyo - and this is what makes Japan so amazing.

Ueno Park is a prime example of tranquility amongst chaos. Winding wooded paths conceal hidden pagodas, statues of heroic Samuri, torii gates, shinto shrines and expansive museums. You can look one way and see the imposing statue of Saigo Takamori, look the other and see the bright panorama of Asakusa-dori. Brilliant.

Once you work up a thirst there is the experience of ordering Japanese food. This really is a challenge when you have no grasp of Japanese of Kanji. Point, and nod. So I pointed to a tall glass of dark liquid with ice in it; coke, surely. Apparently not, not unless you take your coke with sugar and cream. Yep, iced coffee. A sign of the adventures yet to come....

Sayonara for now!

Adios

Well, the time has come to depart the Motherland for the next 9 months... and I am not the least bit prepared.

In less than 8 hours I will be setting off on the first leg of my epic journey which will lead me to Japan, Korea, China, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Malaysia, Singapore, Australia, New Zealand, Thailand, Cambodia, Laos and Vietnam.

At the moment I am nervous and, to be honest, pretty sad that I'm leaving my family and my house behind for the next 9 months. I don't feel like i've had enough time between doing my dissertation and rushing for holiday essentials to actually say goodbye properly and contemplate on what actually lays ahead.

To all those I am leaving behind, I love you. (The picture at the top is just for you.)

Money, money, money, its mildy amusing.

I’ve recently been looking into sources of finance for my impending ventures. One of the problems with a multi-destination trip is the variety of denominations which are required to survive in each country. These include the Yen, Won, Yuan Renminbi, Ringgits, Baht, Dong, and 6 different forms of Dollar. That’s +1 to Europe’s single common currency I’m afraid (sorry UKIP voters, I’m sure there are many advantages to cutting ourselves off from the largest trading bloc in the world - just look at North Korea as a shining example of a self-sufficient nation).

Cash is clearly not an option – it’s not insured, most bureau-de-changes offer shocking exchange rates, and I don’t have a wallet big enough to carry that sort of moolah. Travellers cheques bring with them similar disadvantages - despite the fact that they can be replaced if lost or stolen,not only do you get a shocking exchange rate, but the bureau-de-change commits daylight robbery by charging a conversion fee of a few percent.

All that leaves is plastic.

If you’re not careful choosing the right credit card then these can be the most expensive method with interest repayments and loading fees soon spiralling up. However, if you pick the right card and make sure you pay the bill on time each month, credit cards will give you the best value for money on foreign purchases. The best two cards for the job are the Santander Zero and the Post Office credit card, both of which offer 0% interest on foreign purchases and give you the best possible exchange rate! However, they do charge interest on cash advances whether you pay your bill instantly or not. Providing you pay off your debts promptly each month the rate for Santander is 2.045% and 2.008% for the Post Office card, however the Post Office card also charges 3% on all cash withdrawals. If you don’t pay off your cash advances each month then the interest repayments will dwarf the benefits at a.p.rs of 27 and 24 percent respectively.

For cash (which is still king in many Asian countries) the best option is a Nationwide Flexaccount debit card which offers the best exchange rate, 0% on cash withdrawals in Europe and 0.84% worldwide. However, a debit card, unlike a credit card, is NOT covered for incidences of fraud or business insolvency – in this case your money is gone, for good.

Armed with this information I set out into each branch to apply for my preferred plastic.

Firstly Nationwide, who were incredibly reluctant to offer me a card after I mentioned that I wasn’t currently in employment. After telling me that I needed to have regular payments going into the account (which is total bullshit by the way, they just want you to use their account as your main one but there is nothing requiring this in the terms and conditions) they said I was ineligible for a card. Knowing this to be total tripe I informed the young salesman that I currently had significant savings with his organisation. At this point he finally caved in and reluctantly gave me the necessary paperwork. Unfortunately, this was to be a recurring theme throughout the day.

Next, Abbey. After asking for an application I was given the V.I.P treatment and introduced to my new ‘personal financial advisor’, how nice. My PFA continued to give me the supportive treatment, telling me how great Abbey is and how concerned about my welfare they are. After 10 minutes of reassuring sales patter we finally got down to the questions. “Are you currently employed?” As I pursed my lips to respond I could already begin to see the disappointment fall across her face as she realised she’d just wasted her best lines on a financial hobo.

Tail tucked firmly between legs I ventured to the Post Office in hope of reprieve. This application was significantly shorter and straight to the point: “Do you earn more than £8000 a year”. “No? Goodbyyyyyyeeeeee.”

Apparently you can’t get any credit without first accumulating some debt. It doesn’t matter about the value of your savings, the number of years you’ve held an account with the company, or you earning potential. This is the first time I’ve really felt the bite of the credit crunch.

Luckily for me, my kind, wonderful, beautifully radiant mum offered to put me as a second cardholder on her new Santander Zero card. What’s that? A free and seemingly unlimited source of finance in my inexperienced hands?! This rounds on me!

A taste of things to come.

I haven’t even departed the country and already I’ve managed to balls something up. If this is a precursor to events I can expect on my travels then I better prepare myself for missed flights, forgotten passports, and misplaced luggage. That’s right, I forgot my final appointment with the nurse. My scream of despair must have been audible for miles and I can’t even describe how annoyed I was with myself. The excuse I gave the receptionist was laughable: “I’ve been out of contact and need to ‘rearrange’ my appointment.” Never has an excuse so vague been believed by so few.

No doubt similar situations will likely arise during my trip, regardless of how well organised I am. I need to learn how to take such mishaps in my stride and make alternate arrangements – at least this was a good dress-rehearsal for that. Luckily, I managed to get an appointment a few days later and my course of vaccinations wasn’t disturbed by my collinder-like memory. I think an appointment book/diary/personal assistant has moved up the priority list. Those interested apply within.