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Articles about Travel
Disillusion
By Ga-jin Myoung
I
had once thought that I could live in different way then life would
be sane again, but it was illusion. The day of awakening came to
me on a sunny day when I was walking along the River Avon. At that
time only three months passed since I had run away from home dreaming
about brand new life as a traveller. However, I already started
being sick of all these things: wandering around, looking for a
shelter, suffering from a mob of tourists. I missed smell of clean
bed, nice food, books and CDs. I went up the river thinking of going
back home and jumping into my bed, but I went down the river again
criticizing myself for being such a bourgeoisie which I had loathed.
When I reached a riverside park in the heart of Bath, I found a
man who was calling me. He looked like a vagabond, but I was not
afraid of going to him as I got bored enough after a long walk,
and did not know what to do for the last of the day. I met him and
his friends who had no home, no extra clothes, no refrigerator,
but only a guitar and dirt under their nails. They did not have
even a division between friends and strangers. They treated me as
a friend, and we sat up all night having a party together. In the
next early morning, I told them I was going to Manchester tomorrow
then they asked me came here again in this evening for a farewell
party. I did not answer, but on the way to the hostel I already
knew I would not go back to the park because I was so frighten about
spoiling my dream. It seemed I would perceive that they were fake,
and that kind of life was fake according as knowing them more. They
were beautiful and their life seemed sane, and I wanted to keep
this good feeling in my soul. I realized that dream should remain
as dream, not be changed to reality. I decided to sacrifice my reality
for my dream after all. It was sunny day, and something was burning
down with the sun in my eyes. It was not my dream, it was my poor
reality.
One
Night in Morioka During Summer Outreach Trip to Japan
By Min-sun Sung
This
summer, I went on an outreach trip to Japan for ten days by train
with my church group of about 60 people. We make the round train
trip from Fukuoka, the southern part of Japan, to Sapporo in Hokkaido
Island, where is the northern part of Japan in seven days because
the JR Pass is valid for only a week. We transferred five times
straightly going to Sapporo, where we stayed one and a half days,
and four times returning to Fukuoka spending almost 36 hours on
the train each time to reach Sapporo and turn back to Fukuoka
within the available period. Some Japanese told us in surprise
that no other individuals even had planned the long train journey
across the country since the railroad had been built in Japan.
One day, after we had departed from Hakata Station in Fukuoka
and transferred three times already, we got off the train in Morioka
at 11:35 pm. Since the running hour was over, we had to spend
the night and take the train again the next morning, but we did
not have enough money and there was nobody we could contact in
Morioka to get a room for the night. It was dark and drizzling
outside, all of us were exhausted with fully packed heavy backpacks
on our backs and baggage in our hands and we had no choice but
to stay in the station. However, when we were standing in front
of the waiting room in a commotion thinking what to do, the staff
of the station suddenly appeared and asked us to go out saying
that they had to close the station and nobody could be inside
at night. The leader of our group and people who could speak Japanese
tried to talk them into compliance letting us stay though they
were stubborn. After about one hour of persuasion, we were finally
allowed to stay in the waiting room. About 60 people and our belongings
were crammed in the room, and we put all the plastic line-shaped
chairs aside to make room to lie down. We also put our traveling
bags in the middle of the room to separate the males from females.
Though the floor was cold and the rugs laid on it were not thick
enough, I managed to sleep deeply with thankful heart. When I
woke up the next morning, I felt cold and my left shoulder was
almost paralyzed in intense pain and I could not get up for a
while until my friend massaged my shoulder. At that moment, I
felt I was in a dream, but soon, reality comes to my eyes with
tangled hair and scattered backpacks and suitcases. We had finally
spend a night on the floor in a foreign country! Moreover, quite
many of us, including me, even washed our hair with warm water
in the bathrooms there. I felt actually Japan is a very rich country,
since Korean bathrooms in stations only have cold water. After
that night, our journey restarts and we went on to Sapporo and
got back to Fukuoka by train. Above all, the dreamlike night in
Morioka and tough train journey let me know God's protection and
guidance for us through hardships. I was sure that He made the
way before us and He was with us in peace and joy, for I was happy
regardless of the difficulty we faced and felt strong spiritual
energy, such as willingness to worship and pray, beyond the exhausted
body. Japan, which had been the most unfavorable country to me
and many Koreans, came to my heart as a friendly and memorable
place for my life.
Working
Holiday in New Zealand
By Hung Gyun Kim
I
have been to New Zealand to do working holiday from August of
2000 to August of
2001. The reason why I decided to go to New Zealand was to become
mature with independence and live for myself abroad before my
graduation. Additionally, I did not want to follow the normal
way of life, such as graduation, work and marriage. That was why
I went to New Zealand, although my parents did not want me to
go there. After arriving in New Zealand, I started the language
school at first, but I was interested not in improving my English
but in making foreign friends with lots of culture shock. It was
unforgettable time to meet beautiful people and do various activities
that I had never done in Korea, for example, skydiving, bungy
jump and swimming with dolphins. However, the tough situation
started after the language school, because I had to look for a
job to make money for living, for I found only 600 NZ dollars
was left in my pocket. It was not favorable for foreigner, especially,
who is Asian with poor English skill, to get a job. In spite of
it, I did not care how many times I failed and what kind of job
I got. I kept the purpose to go there in my mind all the time.
Thanks to the mind, I could work at a lot of places such as a
orchard, a few restaurants, a club and a hotel. Even though every
work was hard physically and mentally due to the boiling sun,
the annoying boss and overtime work, all was precious for me,
because I could broaden my sight and open my mind to the wide
world. After completing working holiday in New Zealand, I became
mature spiritually, although my English skill wasn't improved
as much as my spirit. However, I am satisfied with it, because
that was my original purpose to do working holiday in New Zealand.
I strongly recommend that everyone who has kept living in Korea
go and experience overseas once at least. Then, I am sure that
everyone can find himself.
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