Adventures in Jeju…

I’m happy to say we’re back safe and sound from our cycling trip around Jeju Island. You can see the road we took on the map. It’s the road that goes around the circumference of the island. The scenery was gorgeous, the people were so friendly, my bum hurt for days on end, and my pinkie finger on my right hand seized up from clutching the handle bar for hours on end. My bum has since recovered, but my finger hasn’t yet.

Unfortunately, with my finger out of commission, and our internet server to be shut down later today for maintenance, I won’t be able to post again until somewhere around Tuesday. In the meantime, I’ll let you know you’ll be looking forward to a 3 part Jeju series. Part One: Jeju nights. Part Two: Jeju Days. Part Three: Janice’s Jeju internal monologue.

Adventures in disgusting chores…

Once in a while, as the evening approaches and I emerge from a heat induced stupor, I realize that some out-of-the-ordinary chores in my house need to be tackled. There are the usual out-of-the-ordinary things like: sorting, organizing and dusting my bookshelves, de-crumbing my toaster oven, getting rid of the plants that were pronounced dead some time during Lent, and vacuuming all the cat hair out of the fan. Then, there is the once-a-month task of cleaning the bathroom drain. After years of putting it off as long as possible (until the water was up to my ankles by the end of my shower), I have since developed a very efficient system. I know, efficiency and I aren’t usually on speaking terms, but this was necessary. So, if you ever find yourself in Korea with a clogged bathroom drain – and unless you’re a bald person who only showers once a month, you will have one – here’s what you’ll need: a plastic glove, some paper towel, a set of wooden chopsticks and a specially trained and certified supervisor. (Catticus is a good one.) Put the glove on one hand, and pick up your chopsticks with the other. Use the chopsticks to pry the cover off the drain and extracate the big, black clogged filter. Then, holding the filter in your gloved hand, pull out the clogs with the chopsticks. (It’s best if you pretend it’s noodles and not gungy hanks of slimy wet hair.) Plop the gunk onto the paper towel. When you’re finished, put the filter and cover back using your gloved hand. Then, pick up the soggy paper towel and chopsticks. Hold them firmly in your gloved hand, then pull off the glove over the gunk in your hand and toss the whole lot in the trash. Finished. You never actually have to touch anything slimy.

I know many of you are (a) really grossed out now, and (b) never going to have to try this at home. Even so, you should never underestimate the usefullness of a set of wooden chopsticks and a plastic glove. Think about it. I’m sure there are some “I don’t wanna touch it” chores around your house. Next time you’re faced with something slimy, reach for the chopsticks. They’re not just for Chinese take-out anymore.

Adventures in stuff I’ve never done before…

5:28am: The sun is rising, the cats are fighting, the eyes are opening, dagnabbit I’m awake.

5:32am: I’m on my bike cycling through the morning mist while the dew is still on the rice in the paddy fields. I’ve never seen 5:30am from a bicycle before. I’ve seen it through car windows, plane windows, airport windows and tent flaps, but never from a bike. It’s really quite pretty and serene. I’m breathing deeply and enjoying the silence. I should do this every day.

5:59am: What on earth was I thinking, and why didn’t I eat breakfast first? I’m never doing this again. Oh good! I’m nearly home.

6:00am: Hooray! I have a witness!! Annelie’s just walking out the door with watering jugs on her way to the garden and can testify to the fact that I was getting home from a bike ride at 6am.

6:01am: I decide (against the wishes of my stomach) to accompany Annelie to the garden.

6:30am: Home from the garden, scarfed down a yogurt, drank another 500ml of water. Decide never to go biking at 5:30am ever ever again.

6:45am: Mmmmm, back in bed. Should have stayed here all along.

10:15am: Mmmmm, waking up again after a nice, long nap. Thinking maybe I’ll go biking at 5:30am again tomorrow.

You may be wondering “Why all the bike stuff all of a sudden?” You may also be wondering why the Vikings never managed to maintain their settlements in North America, but I can’t answer that one. I can answer the bike question though: in a week and a half, I’ll be joining an expedition of 3 young women for a bike ride around Jeju Island. The island is located off the southern tip of the Korean peninsula, and is really a volcano, so it’s shaped like a cone. There’s a 250km trail that goes around the circumference of the island and is apparently quite a nice way to spend a few days. Rumour has it that it can be done in 2-3 days. We’re planning on 5 days, just in case. There are campsites all around the island, and the ocean is always close at hand if we need a swim to wash off the day’s sweat and grime. The kicker is that until yesterday, I haven’t biked more than 20-30 minutes at a stretch since about 1998. I usually just use my bike for transportation around campus, not for long bike rides.

Yes mom, I’ll be wearing a helmet. (And probably also stuff a roll of Charmin down the back of my pants).