Last Thursday afternoon, I was on my way to Namdaemun market via the subway when I noticed the cityscape giving way to lush vegetation, hills, and few highways.
Feeling adventurous, I got off at Dongjak-dong station with an indispensable umbrella in one hand, and a equally indispensable camera in the other. The first sign that caught my eye was a posting for the Seoul National Cemetery. It's not listed as a tourist attraction in my Korea guide book, but it should be! When I arrived at the main gate, I was debarred entry by two young soldiers because I had flip-flops on. "How about bare feet?" I said. Moved by the visible desperation in my face or at least sensing it in my tone of voice, they convened in hush tones while I waited anxiously for their response. They returned smiling and motioned with their hands that I was permitted entrance. Once inside, I could hear Korean chanting and drums which I quickly discovered was a large, colourful, private Korean performance for some rather serious looking military officials. The performance was in a large vacant parking lot and the officers were sitting under an impressive portico of a large Korean building.
I wasn't sure if this was a spectacle open to the public, as I couldn't see any other tourists, but I couldn't resist the temptation to snatch a few photos. I positioned myself across from the entertainment and nervously began taking pictures in my sacrilegious footwear. The performance was amazing - the best I've seen yet, and I escaped to tell about it haha... Actually, at the end of the performance, I saw a couple of other tourists privileged to see this awesome show, but they were tucked away in the very back of the parking lot. "An inferior view," I thought to myself as I smugly passed them on my way to the cemetery, being sure of course to pass guards in such ways that they couldn't see my indecent shoes.
The cemetery was massive. A Korean version of Flanders Field. I was practically all alone in this massive cemetery of nearly 160 000 dead martyrs and war veterans so I did a lot of thinking and reflecting.
I didn't know at the time what wars these veterans had died in but it didn't matter. Men don't go to war for leisure and recreation. I knew these men died to liberate Korea and to protect the wellbeing of this ancient nation. After lots of thinking about patriotism and dying and conscription and wondering how I could get out of going to war if Canada was to drawn into battle, I made my way to back to the main gate where I was greeted by an infantry of Korean solidiers. I asked them for a group photo and this is what I got!
Lots more to come... I'm just writing entries in the order I come across the pictures. Things are going really well.. I'll try to tell you all about it tomorrow...
Be blessed... everyone!!!





The war dead cannot talk but my good friend Austin said when he was drafted for the Vietnam War...he prayed fervently he would never have to kill another human being....luckily they assigned him to Computer Data Engineer...he said watching the tormented return back from the front lines changed his life...
Great pics Chris...so happy you have such an adventurous spirit....wander for me amongst the poor and feed them some soul food...love of course...
Happy journeys...miss ya and love ya...
Aunt Bev