We spent the weekend with Dong-yun's cousin, Yoon-ju, her friend, Hye-jin (not to be confused with my co-teacher Hye-jin, although they have the exact same name), and Hye-jin's roomate, an American foreign teacher named Aynsley, all very cool people. Since Yoon-ju is an artist, she also kindly led us in an art project on Saturday. It took a long time, but it was awesome, and very generous of her to give her time and tools.
Pictures under the cut.
Dong-yun's fiance, Dong-yun, Hye-jin, Yoon-ju, and Aynsley, from left to right. We're in Yoon-ju's studio.
Dong-yun and Hye-jin working hard on their art projects. The idea was you had to draw a sketch on a square of paper. You then transfered that to a ceramic-looking tile and traced the sketch using tiny pieces of broken shell and paste. Quite time-consuming.
I decided to make a picture of the Prince of the Universe, whom I miss. Here you can see both my sketch and the finished tile product.
All of our tiles. Yes, Aynsley's is the inner workings of an ear. She said she can only sketch science-related things.
Dong-yun on the drive to the marathon on Sunday morning. It was very crowded and there was no parking! As usual.
Some guys dressed as workers and covered in mud. They were standing perfectly still, doing the street performer statue routine. I want to go to the mud festival and get covered in mud too.
A shot of the crowd at the beginning of the marathon. Most people walked the 7 km. Runners did a 14 km loop. You can see from this photo how crowded it was. The weather was sunny, so the mud was pretty dry. More like smooth, cold clay. On the sunny side of the road, it was crumbly and rocky, so imagine this crowd all trying to walk down only one side of the road most of the way.
All along the route there were art exhibitions, usually making use of the natural surroundings. There was also periodic music.
At another station there was thick, soft, real mud. I wish the whole marathon had been like this. It was fun to squish around in it.
The trail was on a very lovely mountain. It would be nice to come back another time where there are fewer people. I heard the running track was even prettier.
A monk (or someone dressed as one) picturesquely plays the flute under a tree. Later we came back during his break. He was up there with another guy drinking makoli. Haha.
There was a little stream for cleaning your feet near the end. However, by the time we got there, it was so muddy, it was as red as the trail.
what fun! And you are right, scenery is beautiful - wish I could come there during summer or fall!
ReplyDeleteThanks for blogging as much as you can. I don't comment much but I really enjoy seeing the things you are doing.
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