Korea's Next Most Pensive Bodhisattva
each more pensive than the last
8 May, 2023 | Seoul, South Korea
After some wandering, I had a lovely breakfast with Kyle at an American themed restaurant - something I like to do, it’s cool to see your culture in a funhouse mirror - and he insisted on.
Kyle had been here just for a brief business trip and only had one more (half) day to explore. He was interested in the Changdeokgung Palace, which I had already had my fill of last week, so we parted amicably after exchanging information for the next time I found myself in east Asia, or he found himself on the west coast of the United States.
Nursing a small hangover, I went looking for a pharmacy from which I could obtain an antacid. Unfortunately, once I found one, it became clear nothing was translated. While I considered relying on the iconography on the boxes, too much ambiguity existed for the likely suspects:
Having largely run out of things to do, I decided to tour a few of the more well regarded parks in the city. I started with a rails-to-trails conversion in the university district a few subway stops from Itaewon, Gyeongui Line Forest Park:
Ultimately, the parks were a bust. The only interesting stuff I was exposed to was more during the journey than destination.
But I wasn’t done! No, there was still the National Museum I had previously abandoned trying to see. It’s a massive facility - from prehistory to current day - so I was in power-walk mode for most of it.
The exhibit that had the most attention paid to it in the museum pamphlets and advertising were the collection of Pensive Bodhisattvas.
If “go ahead yeah, try occupying us and join the rest of the graveyard” was the general theme of the War Memorial, quiet contemplation was the theme of this place.
I made it back to the rental to write and pack up for the long flight home tomorrow. It was then I finally got a chance to talk to my host about more than logistics - this was kinda reason I went with this place rather than sticking with a hotel. His English was workable, but there was a struggle at times to be understood - my attempts at producing a subtle answer to his “I noticed you didn’t come back here last night” probably did not translate.
One thing that stuck out with our conversation was - like so many of the conversations I had outside Japan - the topic of housing costs came up. His family owned and rented out the modest building (a fourplex I think) we were in, and he was adamant that - had it not already been in their family - they it would be difficult to afford to stay in Itaewon. At least, the price he quoted would put even stuff in Seattle to shame.