July 31, 2008
Korean cyclists off the river path are much more friendly. The majority will return a nod and smile. I suspect it is because we can actually share an experience.
I prefer the mountains out of Seoul which take some time to get to. The Koreans on the river path generally use MTBs and cycle in their top gear at ridicuously low cadence. The Koreans out of Seoul labour up the hills like I do and I can relate to that.
July 31, 2008
Am I the only good Samaritan in this God forsaken but fundamentally Christian country? How can people simply walk on by when they see their fellow citizen, or more pertinently, a fellow human being, collapsed on the pavement and choking on his own vomit?
I put him in the recovery position and scooped vomit from his mouth but would any fucker help me? No. The emergency services cannot speak a word of English. It is admittedly my fault for not knowing enough Korean. Why do I have to scream at passers by saying ‘Fucking help me and call an ambulance’?
Thank God for the woman who stopped and translated for me. She shared my disgust of her fellow citizens. Of course, those Christians who pay hefty dues to their freaky churches in return for social advancement can rest happy in the knowledge that they will go straight to Heaven. I do hope so. M
July 24, 2008
Another one for the Korean racist / emotional logic archive. Yesterday, I was traversing a pedestrian crossing with my girlfriend near where I live. One has to be careful in Korea as Koreans can only walk diagonally. Koreans must have some crab genes in them.
As I was crossing, a Korean girl in her mid twenties, walked ‘diagonally’ across me and in so doing, became entangled in my right foot nearly tripping herself up.
Normally, I would leave my foot ‘out there’ to maximise damage but yesterday I was not thinking and there was no intent. My mind was preoccupied with the idiocy of Korean Immigration.
As the Korean recovered from her stumble she rounded on me haranguing me for being rude. I informed her that walking across anyone’s path without excusing oneself was actually rather rude.
She informed me that this was Korea. I actually already knew that. She then told me that it was not America. I already knew that as well because I was born in Great Britain and have lived there for most of my life.
I then proceeded to point at the Manchester United shirt I was wearing at the time and told her that I was from a better country than Korea (most countries are including the DRNK and Japan). Not wishing to antagonise an already tricky international incident further, my valedictory words were ‘Fuck off moron’.
She took her leave but as I waited for a taxi with my girlfriend, she came back for another go which was admittedly quite plucky of her as she was only a little taller than a midget. Two more fuck offs and the finger probably forged her decision to capitulate (as most Koreans do in the face of any international threat).
I do not understand how she perceived that her original act was not rude. That she immediately rationalised this minor incident on racial grounds is worrying but probably symptomatic of some of the problems of this society as a whole. My girlfriend however is Korean and delightful.
July 22, 2008
Even inanimate Korean objects are fundamentally racist and hateful of foreigners. Today, a Korean rock conspired to do approximately GBP500 of damage to my bike.
The fist size piece of ultra right wing nationalist Korean jurassic rock lay, seemingly innocent, in wait for me at the side of the road one third of the way up the climb of Namhamsanseong.
It pounced suddenly from its idleness and jumped into my spokes doing a complete revolution inside my wheel, scratching my carbon forks [to fuck] and beat the life out three spokes, the resultant effect being an irrevocable buckling of my wheel.
I admit the rock was clever. Korean rocks are – Viet Kong-esque guerillas. It attacked me at the point of no return in my ride far from civilization. And I use the word ‘civilization’ in this country in its most loose sense. To borrow the words of Gordon Ramsay, “Fuck me!”
July 22, 2008
I hate people who spell the word ‘supersede’ with a ‘c’. I accept that the word ‘cede’ meaning, inter alia, to yield is spelt with a ‘c’ but the former word is not.
And what is worse, those people (that person) purport to criticise for my mis-spelling of said word whilst holding themselves out as paragons of virtue and English teaching. Fucking idiot.
I hope their ignorance keeps them warm in their beds tonight.
July 14, 2008
I did a short 20 mile training ride to Gwacheon on Saturday evening. It had rained overnight. I did high cadence invervals on the way there.
On the way back, I decided to some speed intervals. I had just completed my first two minute interval and was taking a one minute breather before the next interval. I passed a Korean runner at maybe 20mph and nearly negotiated a slight kink in the road.
My back wheel slid from under me and I slid on my left leg, arse, left shoulder and left elbow on the road with bike still attached into some undergrowth. I did not appreciate that the path was greasy. The torrential overnight rain had combined with the dirt to form a somewhat slick surface on the path.
Still sprawled in the undergrowth bleeding and road burnt, the Korean runner jogged past and did not even look at me. Korea is a largely Christian society.
A minute later another Korean ran up to me and asked in English if I was ok. He took one look at me – and I looked worse than I felt – and recommended that I get patched up. And I duly sough medical attention.
My one regret was that, in the process of my third ‘accident’ in five weeks, was that I was not able to take some Koreans down. M