Asia-Pacific Tour: Taiwan, Korea and Japan (Part Two)

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Painting of part of Landscape of the Four Seasons by the monk Tenshō Shūbun from the Muromachi period, running from approximately 1336 to 1573 showing an idealized Japanese landscape, where man was humble and lived in harmony with nature. By Tenshō Shūbun [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Author’s Note: This is a series of selected highlights from two years (1986-88) of budget backpacker travel through 15 countries and a half-dozen US States – hosted all along the way by national and local YMCAs – from the Pacific Islands to selected Asian countries including: Indonesia, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Burma, The Philippines, Hong Kong, Macau, China, Taiwan, Korea, Japan – and the USA.

Traditional multicolored paintwork on a Korean Buddhist shrine

Braving the bitterly cold nights in Seoul – thanks to the toasty mattress on the floor of my ‘yogwan’ (traditional guesthouse) pre-warmed by gas heaters under the floor boards — as icy Manchurian winds whipped down the rocky, barren Korean peninsula.

Dinners out with my Korean friends, followed by coffee at a dedicated coffee lounge, and then to the bar for some Soju — a clear, colorless distilled beverage, typically made from wheat, rice or barley with an alcohol content anywhere from 16% to 54%, and consumed ‘neat’ — straight from the bottle, without being chilled, and without any water, ice, or other mixer – serious stuff!

Even more ‘serious’ was the accompanying bowl of raw garlic cloves (instead of peanuts typically served in the West) taken with the drinks one at a time with chopsticks. Garlic consumption was quite popular in general, and as the packed and heated buses arrived to take me home on these cold winter nights, a hot blast of collective garlic breath would issue forth as the doors swung open. On other less raucous occasions, we enjoyed drinking a milky-white rice wine called makkole, with a much milder alcohol content of 6% to 9%.

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“Here we go again….” as the masses miraculously parted on Seoul’s crowded walkways

In Korea’s “single ethnicity” society — with one race and language enduring for centuries, and a culture deeply influenced by Confucianism — conformity is the norm. It seemed like every Korean man on the street was wearing the same conservative grey business suit, white shirt and dark tie.  And while white people, assumed to be from advanced or ‘wealthy’ nations were welcomed with open arms, this was not always the case for the less commonly seen ‘people of color’ who were perceived to be from a less developed country and relentlessly looked down upon.

Indeed, I used to kid my friend Bart, who was from Ghana, West Africa, and also volunteering at the Seoul YMCA, and who also had a great attitude — suggesting that he must have been the loneliest person in Korea because whenever we walked down the crowded sidewalks along Seoul’s busy boulevards, the ‘sea of humanity’ would miraculously part as everyone hurried to move away from poor Bart – the only black person in town!

Arriving in Japan on an overnight ferry from Korea’s southern port city of Pusan,  I made my way by train from Shimonoseki City, on the southwestern tip of Honshu Island, to Kyoto City for a YMCA conference.  While staying with a Japanese family in Kyoto — eating sushi, and sleeping on tatami mats behind sliding paper doors — I proceeded to explore some of the surrounding area, bathing in the simple, balanced harmony flowing through the countryside, the architecture, the arts, and the people.

From the perfect gardens in Kyoto and the gentle, lilting resonance of a traditional 13-stringed Koto, Japan’s national instrument played by a woman in a colorful, silk kimono, to the shroud of lingering gloom from the terror enshrined in Hiroshima Peace Park, to 14th century medieval castles, luxurious mineral springs and spas, and the rural simplicity of Shukoku Island — and cheerful greetings from beautiful women everywhere, with uninhibited smiles, like swaying bamboos — jet black hair hanging long.

Himeji Castle dating from 1333,  Himeji, Hyōgo Prefecture, Honshu Island I, Asgatlat CC-BY-SA-3.0 Wikimedia Commons

Seated in a neatly manicured garden on a bluff overlooking the city lights and along the bridge connecting Honshu and Kyushu islands — in the cool, fragrant dampness of the tropical evening, a maze of bamboos throws shadows in the artificial light, while bright young people eager for a chance to practice speaking English with a foreigner bring together the soft gentleness of the people and the place.

The Japanese have mastered the art of providing harmony and balance to life – the graceful shrines, temples, gardens, and hot springs offer gentle release to the stresses of the otherwise dazzling neon glitter and fast-lane lifestyle out on the lively, modern city streets.

But soon the golden brown harvest of ripe corn and grain would be white with snow — carried on the chill winds of Manchuria blowing down the rocky outcroppings of the Korean peninsula. Sad to leave Japan after such a brief visit, and vowing to return for a longer stay next time.

But the music, the food, the brightly colored temples and shrines, the tall, craggy mountains at Sorak-San National Park in the north of the country, and the delightful fishing ports were calling to me as well, as I boarded the ferry back to South Korea’s seaport in Pusan, where I sold the coveted Japanese bananas for a good price. I had also done well selling Korean apples when I arrived in Japan.

Bamboo and Japanese Maple, Tenryu Garden, Kyoto. Public Domain

I must remember her eyes – her bright smile and petite elegance. How I would miss the soft gracefulness and warm generosity of the people – especially the women — who radiate genuine pleasure in being noticed, or curt shyness that melts away with perhaps one more meeting, as if we had been close friends for years.

But after four wonderful months exploring Taiwan, Korea and Japan, it was time to drag myself away – because the longer I stayed, the harder it was to leave.

Stay tuned for more stories – coming soon!

You can read more about Jim’s backstory,  here and here.

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