지하 Underground

September 20, 2010 § 1 Comment

Your friend promises you that this place is real. He found it, he says, after quite a raucous night of eating a bit too much barbecued pork, and drinking just a bit too much sweet-potato wine. In fact, it is all he has talked about for weeks and if he could only remember exactly where it was, he asserts that you will not be disappointed.

Crafty Bar

The problem is, he can’t remember there being a sign on the door, and regardless, he never did find out what the place was called.

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Almost a Week

April 30, 2009 § Leave a comment

So, I’ve been here almost a week.  I love Korea.

Question: What do you get when you have 12 attractive Korean men, standing on a stone balcony, yelling what appear to be insults and degrading requests to two equally as attractive men, in a dusty soccer field, standing in front of a tent?

Answer: Prime time Korean Television

I know I have written before about these particular kind of Koreans who are famous for being famous. Literally, they have no talent except looking attractive, and doing stupid things on Television. Think Mike Whitney (in his hey day) and Tanya Zaetta. But times 1000 and on TV 24/7.

This particular program ended with the two boys in the field being made to hug and pretend to make out in the tent, and then run around tagging each other.

I’ve been in Daejeon since Monday, and will be here till Friday.  Nathan is doing a job whereby he travels to different towns in Korea, and does pretty much a live version of Playschool for small Korean Children. It’s very cute.  So this week I followed him.

I start my first ‘appointment’ next week. I am going to refrain from calling it a job, because… Well, let’s just hope that govornment officials do not stalk dancer’s blogs.

I’ve had a pretty relaxing week. Have spent a bit of time writing and compiling our Australia Council grant, trying to organise my life, and trying not to think about the fact that I have to work with ‘real’ dancers next week.

Nathan and I went back to a bar that I had already been to on tour.  I’ve probably written about it here, because we celebrated Younghee’s Birthday there.  Bar ‘Ethnic’. Or ‘Ethnic Flower’, depending on what sign you read. Actually, the Korean name on the entrance just says ‘꽃’ (flower).  Giema and/or Polly would love the Ethnic Flower.

Last time we were almost kicked out because Jeonghaeng kept spilling drinks, and other crew members kept burning things in the copious candles.  It is actually an ideal venue, and Nathan and I think we may end up owning one very similar.

Discreet stone street entrance (this month covered in a fake hedge and blue led flower wall, but looked better just raw stone), leading to a concrete bunker-like staircase, taking you several flights underground.  When you enter the room, you are met with several attractive staff, and a long, rectangular pool, complete with misty fog, an overhanging tree and literally hundreds of candles and lanterns all around the space.  The walls and floor are varnished concrete, and covered in cushions, mats and little low tables.  Your shoes go in a satin bag that you carry with you, and right at the end of the room, overlooking the pool up on a dais, behind sheer chiffon curtain is a private table where you can have your tarot read.

They have good cocktails, nice music, and a very worm and friendly vibe. Will totes go back next time I’m in Daejeon.

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