Well the focal point of why Emily and I chose to go to Korea for vacation this year was to do some Downhill Skiing & Snowboarding. I knew I wanted to go to a country that had this feature and also wasn’t far from Taiwan. It came down to China, Korea or Japan. China I ruled out because I was unsure of what visa kinds of things Americans needed for going there and just something about the choice didn’t sit right. Japan got nixed because all the reports I’d heard were that its an expensive country…..definitely no good! Thus the Republic of Korea was the lucky winner.

So I started doing some research on the different ski resorts Korea had to offer. My plan was that Emily and I would hit two of them. In reality we ended up at one for three days. Yongpyong Ski Resort lost to Vancouver for hosting the 2010 Winter Olympics by only three votes and the internet consistently listed it as Korea’s best skiing. I figured if it was almost good enough for Olympians than two kids from Michigan would definitely be able to have a good time. It also had the bonus of having a hostel right at the hill which cost a whopping $8 USD per night for a bunk.

The resort is pretty big. There are several hotels to choose from, condominiums, apartments, restaurants, and one of the hotels even has an indoor water park. The vertical at its highest, if I remember right, was around 4,000 meters…..now that I think of it though that might just have been above sea-level and not a true top to bottom measurement, I don’t know. They don’t get enough snow for skiing though. Consequently the snow is mostly man-made. Its sort of strange to see the white slopes with skiers zipping by meters away while riding the chairlift above the wooded hill with only a dusting of white directly below your feet. I think my biggest complaint was that there was a fair bit of ice on some of the runs. In some places there were patches bad enough for ski-patrol to put up mini-blocks in the middle of hills. I also felt like the grooming could have been better as well. On the good side of things it was good skiing. I’d place it above Searchmont in Canada but below Loveland in Colorado in terms of length of hills, which is pretty much what I was expecting. Searchmont’s snow is way more fun though and Colorado’s prices are way higher so I guess its hard to compare. It was great to be skiing again!

For the first day I rented a board and Emily and I skied hard morning and afternoon. The next day back on a board I was a little sore though. We took it easier and explored some more of the hills….there are like 31 runs total. We went out for a few runs that night but that didn’t last very long as we were both tired and were afraid of injury. Day three Emily decided to hit the Korean bathhouse instead of the slopes so I rented a pair of skis and got a ticket for the gondola which serves the 5 km long intermediate trail and the double-black racing section of the resort. Upon reaching the summit though I discovered the racing section was closed…..what a bummer! It wasn’t too bad though because there were other blacks and double-blacks that I had already skied in other areas of the resort that weren’t bad at all. I particularly liked the hill that was formerly used for racing called Silver. The 5 km trail was fun too. An easy ride and pretty views it wove back and forth down the side of the mountain! Perfect for couple or family skiing.

While we were at the resort there was also some sort of competition going on. We kept on seeing signs for “Pyeongchang IBU Biathlon World Competition” or something like that and saw people walking around in matching uniforms with different countries’ flags on the sleeves and stuff. I really didn’t find out what it was all about though and the events or whatever must have been somewhere besides the skiing hills because we didn’t come across any of them.

One very pleasant surprise was the crowd. Everything I had read on the internet about skiing in Korea included complaints of crowded slopes and long lines for lifts. Thankfully this led to my decision to ski during the week which was probably the reason why the longest we waited in line for a lift during our three days was no more than 5 minutes at most. I didn’t feel that hampered at all going down the runs by other people. An interesting side-note is that we heard quite a bit of German which was weird because last year scuba-diving in the Philippines there were tons of Germans as well. I guess they just get out more than the rest of us.

We also made out with prices. My lonelyplanet guide book published in 2007 put the exchange rate at 700 or so Korean Won for one US dollar but when we were there it was like 1300 Won per $1 USD. We were also grateful that at Yongpyong’s restaurants and convenience stores the mark-up wasn’t as disgusting as it is at US Ski Resorts. Lift tickets and rentals weren’t terribly expensive either, plus staying at the hostel got us coupons for 30% off. I think I figured it out to skiing all day with a rental at full-price was like $90 USD per person. Considering thats about what you pay at Bittersweet in Kalamazoo, MI, which has never even been heard of by the Olympic Committee I’d say Yongpyong is a pretty good deal!

Enough with all the money details and reports on the hills and crowds. All in all it was wonderful to be on slopes again carving up the hills on a snowboard and skis. It was great having my nose go numb while the rest of my body stayed cozy and warm under thick layers of clothing. It was wonderful to get a hot meal and a beer and be able to  truly appreciate its warmth and comfort after a full day of exertion. It was even wonderful to remember simple pleasures like using a window sill as a refrigerator. I’m glad we had this opportunity and now I can proudly say: I’ve skied Yongpyong!

 

Several Sundays ago Pastor Joel told the church that if anyone wanted to help out there were two ongoing ways we could. Option one: if you are an early riser come early to church and help set up as we meet in a space at a university so it must be set-up and taken down every week. Option two: teach children’s church. I am not an early riser so I very quickly ruled out option number one.

A few weeks ago I approached Pastor Joel and asked for more specifics on teaching children’s church. We talked about getting involved in the church more and he expressed interest in me helping with videographic projects because my Thanksgiving video was such a hit. I told him about being involved in small churches and such back home and how I was up for anything. All of that didn’t hinder him from helping me with my original question though and sign me up to teach children’s church. Today my turn to teach came!

Pastor Joel’s instructions had been that they weren’t using a curriculum presently so I had about 40 minutes to teach the youngsters anything I wanted. What fun! It got me thinking of the children’s church lessons I had given back at Immanuel Christian Fellowship in the States and that got me excited. Following curriculum has always been less appealing to me then just telling stories from the Bible. With curriculum my brain has a certain amount of stuff to get through which gets me thinking about the end-game whereas loosey-goosey makes me zany, childlike, and fun. Sometimes, like now, I realize just how weird it is that I can see these things about myself but for some reason I still can’t make my reaction to curriculum the same as my reaction to loosey-goosey. Self-realizations are strange things.

I just recently finished reading through Genesis so after thinking over a few stories I decided on Joseph. Saturday I made myself a little cheatsheet of the high points in the story so I could find my way if all the pressure of being in front of a group of kids made me lose my train of thought. I also picked out a Bible verse that we could memorize and thought about questions I could ask the kids before and after to stimulate greater reflection and life applications from the story. All this preparation was making me nervous!

Well Emily and I got to church, took our seats and enjoyed ourselves as usual singing songs to praise the King of Kings. Then greeting time came and afterwards the kids and I adjourned to our conference-room turned children’s church facility. Uncle Moses, an extremely sweet older Taiwanese man who teaches children’s church a lot and has basically taken on the mantle of filling in whenever there isn’t someone else signed up to teach decided that he would be my assistant.

First we played an introduction game because “I’m new” I said “and don’t know everyone that well.” The kids were great! There was 1 boy (poor fella) and 4 girls from 10 to 5 years old. Once introductions were over the kids were getting the picture that I was a different sort of teacher then they were used to and conversation was flowing like crazy from all over the room. By this I mean the kids did not sit quietly by and listen respectfully once they realized I didn’t expect them to. It was great! This lack of order did not prepare them for what came next though.

We started talking about Joseph and his family. We talked about how his family was kind of strange. After all his father had two wives and Joseph had all these brothers and Jacob actually had favorite children, Joseph being one of them. Jacob even had a favorite wife. We also talked about how Joseph’s family was kind of like those of us there because his family lived far far away from their relatives in a foreign land which was not the custom and how we live far far away in Taiwan from our relatives in a foreign land. I should mention at this point most of the kids were from America. It was really cool to see light bulbs go off in their brains realizing that they have similarities with weird, polygamous, Old-Testament families. “Who wants to help us act out the story and play the part of Joseph” I asked. This amount of craziness proved to be too much and instantly I was looking at an empty conference table as they all dove underneath it to ensure I didn’t misinterpret anything as a gesture of volunteerism.

Well after they got used to me acting out all the parts myself they decided they wanted in on the action and came up for air. Stepping from side to side, signifying my jumping from Jacob to Joseph in a conversation about the colorful coat my actions made one little girl in between giggles tell me “this is the craziest Sunday school I’ve ever been to.” Pay dirt!

I got no where near the end of the story. We stopped where Jacob has been told Joseph is dead and Joseph has been sold as a slave in Egypt. I asked them if they could remember the story until next week when we could continue it and they said they could. Uncle Moses had brought snacks so we all enjoyed ourselves for a few minutes until the big church let out! The little Taiwanese, five-year-old, adopted girl who’s parents are a mixed-couple so she speaks perfect English had sat on top of the table the whole lesson. She definitely seemed to be in her own little world most of the time but during snacks she looked up at me, smiled, and said “I like you Michael.” “I like you too” I answered back.

Teaching children’s church seemed to change something. After church more people were talking with us and it seemed like there was this threshold we had crossed in terms of how the tried and true members of the church thought of us. It makes absolute sense. Its a very transient church since many foreigners come to Taiwan for 6 months or a year to learn Chinese or teach English in a cram school and then leave. Teaching children’s church seems to have helped communicate our membership into the New Hope community. Not that we weren’t welcomed before because we definitely have been, very warmly. Its just now it seems like we’ve reciprocated that welcome and communicated our acceptance of the community membership. Its a great feeling!

 

What better topic is there than to write about weird stuff that happens while we go to the bathroom here? I’m not really sure that there is any so I better get started.

This hasn’t been happening the entire time we’ve been here, in fact it only started a few weeks ago. It only happens here in our house’s bathroom. At least I’ve never experienced it in any of the other bathrooms here in Taiwan or anywhere else for that matter. It has become regular enough so that when I use the bathroom I wonder if it will happen but it hasn’t escalated into an every day kind of regularity. Its still irregular enough so that I wonder if it will happen ‘this time’ but then again I can still get caught off guard when it does. I don’t know why it has started but theorize that it might have something to do with the construction going on across the street from us.

Imagine yourself sitting down in your own house on your own John, or Loo (shout out to Darren), to take necessary actions, making life that much more comfortable. Now imagine a sudden gust of cool air shooting into the area where necessary actions are being performed from the hole in your John that makes it uniquely connected to the outside world unlike all the other chairs in your house. The sudden gust lasts for about a second. Short enough to wonder what just happened but long enough to know it happened. While you confirm with yourself that you did indeed just experience a gust of cool air shoot up from the hole in your ‘special chair’ imagine your nostrils suddenly sending signals to your brain that there is now a vile and rancid odor that wasn’t there moments before. Mercifully, much like the gust, this odor wafts through and is gone.

Now imagine that this was really happening at someone’s house somewhere in the world.

After reading the above paragraphs I feel it necessary to point out that the water levels in ‘special chairs’ here in Taiwan are significantly lower then in the USA. If you need to reimagine the above without the geyser you thought about but that wasn’t there please feel free to re-read this post.

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