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Weird Korean Travelers

Written By: jipp - May• 02•20

So I was in Manila with my travel buddy Elizabeth and we stayed at a place advertised as a ‘Home Stay’. It was actually an apartment which was turned into a hostel. We were placed in 4-person room, with two bed bunks.

So quite naturally, I took up the top bed while Elizabeth took the lower bed. While most of the nights we had the room all to ourselves, there was one night when a traveller from Korea came in to take up the other unoccupied bunk bed.

He didn’t talk much, but then most Korean travellers don’t really talk much. Perhaps it is the language.

He would have been another forgettable traveller if he did not do one thing in particular. Before he went to sleep, he’d put layers of newspapers on his bed and I can tell you, the bed was so spotless and immaculate, I seriously did not see any need to do what he did.

And yet he put the newspapers all over his bed. As weird as it might have looked to me and my travel buddy Elizabeth, we would have just shrugged our shoulders off and allowed ourselves to get some good sleep so we could wake up fresh the next morning and continued exploring the beautiful city of Manila.

Unfortunately, it didn’t really happen that way. The newspapers would crumble and rustle under his rolling weight so we had to endure through all the noises all night long. The night turned out to be so long, at least to me.

Unfortunately, he left before we even had the chance to ask what kind of disease he was suffering through that he had to do what he did, or whether it really was his physical needs or it was more like in his head (and yes, I mean mental). While all the questions were left unanswered, even until now, we were actually glad that he only stayed there only for one night – so the suffering of having to endure through the stupid noises he made with the spread-out newspapers turned out to be a one-night stand business. Phew.

But then somehow, it was not the only encounter with weird travellers from Korea during that particular trip. There was one time when we were enjoying a bucket (or two, or perhaps three, I don’t remember now LOL) of San Miguel Light at a local bar near to our Home Stay when a commotion suddenly erupted. It turned out that the bouncers were trying to stop a small group of Korean travellers from leaving without paying for the beers that they had already ordered and drank.

Doing a little bit of digging-in (or digging-out, whichever you think will suit you and your thoughts), we found out that the Koreans had joined a group of locals at a table, ordered beers and decided to leave (without paying), expecting the locals to pay the beers for them. I think the locals already knew the trick, and wouldn’t buy it so they had probably told the bouncers or the waiters that they were not going to pay for the beers that they Korean travellers had ordered and drank. Or perhaps even the bouncers and the waiters already knew. Perhaps, this kind of stupid behaviour which I could only pin down to some superiority complex was not really unexpected from a group of Korean travellers. 

And yes indeed, who would have thought that we’d become a victim of this very stupidity the very next day. We were having another round of San Miguel Light at an open stall by the side of a road when a couple from Korea came to join us. So introducing themselves and we to them, they ordered beers for themselves and continued chatting up with us. I gotta say it was a cheerful conversation and me and Elizabeth were quite enjoying it, except for what they did in the end.

They left without paying.

Fucking wierd Koreans.

P/S : To be fair this was back in 2012, so I am sure the Koreans have changed over the years. And I have met good (and bad) Korean tourists since then. This was only based on the thoughts that I remember coming to me during that time.

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I Left my Heart in Kolkata

Written By: jipp - Apr• 23•20

Kolkata seems to have long moved on from the time when Mother Teresa was still alive. I didn’t really see the sheer starvation that was portrayed in the books about her and her works. In fact I was quite surprised to see how well-off the people of Kolkata were in general. There were still beggars here and there but then we’d see beggars in big cities in other countries too so it was not really much of a big deal.

As I explored more of Kolkata, it turned out to be such a wonderful city for me. It was the capital city of India before it was moved to New Delhi in 1911 so everything is basically there. I took my time taking a long walk, starting with the Museum of India, then to the towering St. Paul’s Cathedral and to the iconic Victoria Memorial and all over the sprawling parks around it.

Kolkata that I noticed is a very green city. A big portion of the whole city area is dominated by parks (or gardens as they’d call) and there is greenery everywhere. It really was a long walk for me, but then Kolkata really is a very pedestrian-friendly city.

The walkways are wide and continuous in most parts of the city so I really enjoyed my time covering a big part of the city on foot. I did lose my way a few times, which was expected because I did not have any internet coverage to google-map my way around on the phone, so I’d ask around. I’d have some friendly conversations with strangers in the process and it really was all part of the fun.

I noticed how Kolkata was quite clean too. Unlike how it was in Varanasi, the people in Kolkata do not really eat betel, nor do they smoke, so I wouldn’t see people spitting on the streets which was very commonly seen when I was in Varanasi. My skin didn’t really command much attention like it did when I was in many other parts of India, but still there were people coming to get a pic or two with me. Even the air in Kolkata was quite clean too and the weather was very much bearable compared to the shimmering heat that I had to experience through in Varanasi.

Now the food.

Kolkata is probably the only place in India where I did not encounter any problem looking for (good) food at all. In fact it was so aplenty I had some difficulty choosing which from which every time. But there is this restaurant chain called Wow Momo that really sparked my appetite when I was there.

The ever-joyous children of Kolkata

I had just come out of some gallery that I randomly entered to escape the sudden rain, and was trying to figure out whether to take a cab back to the hotel or continued walking, when the rain returned with intensified heaviness. Unable to push forward or I’d get drenched in the rain, I looked around and caught sight of this yellow-dominated restaurant.

I ended up ordering a set dish called Sizzler Momo and Thuderzz and quite true to its name it came in a sizzling form. It really had me at the very first bite – hot and spicy and the fact that it was cold and raining outside – it just got right into me that I wanted to scream in excitement, literally. I instantly became a fan of Wow Momo and would make an effort to look for an outlet every time I felt like eating something.

I noticed how the people of Kolkata had special fondness for lounging around – probably to chill out or just to pass time. They make good use of the vast areas of parks that the city of Kolkata is so blessed with. As I walked from the Indian Museum towards the Hooghly River, I could see so many locals lounging around, mostly in groups, and the relaxing vibes in this 7th biggest city in India was unmistakable. Some sections of the parks were even designated for ‘members only’ and there they were, talking and idling around among themselves, as if totally oblivious to the bustling traffics around them.

My evening walk along the riverbank of Hooghly River was one of my favourite parts of the days that I spent in Kolkata. It appeared to be a place where the locals would go to to relax and enjoy the beautiful riverside views. My curiosity about this river led me into doing a little bit of research through which I found out that Hooghly River flowed in from the river Ganges, which needs no introduction as it is considered the holiest river in Hinduism. I guess the Hooghly River must be sharing a good part of the blessing too.

I really enjoyed my moment there, the sight of ferries docking and leaving, and of boats paddling slowly around, and of course of the beautiful Howrah Bridge. Looking from a distance it looks so still, untouched and unwavered, almost manipulative to the fact that it is actually one of the busiest bridges in the world.


Hooghly River and the iconic Howrah Bridge in the distance

The Victoria Memorial was both a wow and a disappointment to me. I was there on a Public Holiday so it was a crowded to the brim. But the good thing was – I didn’t have to pay much for the entry because the indoor parts of the building were closed anyway and the management seemed to have kindly considered that. The building was stunning and grand, I had no doubt about it, and so were the parks around it, but I was expecting more.

The building seemed to be undergoing some kind of refurbishment so there were scaffolding laying around – which was quite a sore to the eyes and pictures. Then there were old and broken furniture stacking up against the marble building, adding more to the eyesore.

The iconic Victoria Memorial

Victoria Memorial also seems to be the place where youngsters come to show off their best dresses. I mean, I know how the ladies in India have the most beautiful casual dresses in the world, but the youngsters that come to Victoria Memorial seem to take it at least a few notches up. I felt so stupid and out of place in my short pants and T-shirt but still I had people coming to take pictures with me, probably because I looked stupid and different. But then I’d like to think that it was my ‘celebrity’ time again. Heh.

I still shiver when I think of all the walking that I did when I was in Kolkata. I wish I had a live-access to internet on my mobile phone while I did it so that I could put a track on the distance. Every time I wanted to flag down a taxi, this curious thought would come to me and I’d go ‘there must be something more to explore and find out down there’ so I’d continue walking. The walk took me to so many places, across parks and neighbourhoods, and along wide walkways and also in the back alleys – and yet I enjoyed every bit of it very much.

I remember how on my last day in Kolkata and I was heading towards the airport and the taxi took me across the city and I noticed that there was much more of Kolkata that I did not get to explore yet. Even so, it is safe to say that it is now my favourite city in India and I would love to return to it again in the future – fingers crossed.

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