Monday, October 17, 2005

Stream Walk

As planned, we took it very easy Sunday. Not planned, SY called and was sick, so we cancelled the cooking lesson. Hopefully can squeeze it in Tuesday sometime.

We finally found the stream near the apartment. According to my map, it is called the Anyangcheon (안양천?) Stream. SC told us on Friday about one pedestrian bridge over the expressway, some distance south of here. We walked to it and arrived at the Stream. Near where we arrived were several soccer and at least one baseball field. Which brings up a question I have had for some time. In America, in my city at least, the soccer and ball fields have grass. Last year, my friend WJ who plays soccer told me that Korean soccer fields are almost always dirt. Until yesterday, I just assumed that it was difficult to grow grass for some reason. But at the stream, just next to the dirt soccer fields were several large, grassy areas for picnics and resting. So obviously grass can grow easily, but is not used for the soccer fields. What's up with that?

The walking path for bicyclists, roller bladers, and pedestrians, along side a stream, is very similar to a walkway/park we have in my city, except that here in Seoul it is much larger park. We walked along the stream for about 20 minutes, and arrived at a point where it appeared might be another crossover. And, we were approximately even with the grocery store where we wanted to go on the way home. It was a little difficult to tell precisely, so we headed up the 500+ steps to road level. We discovered to our surprise, that there was no crossover, but instead a very nice additional walkway, tree-lined and much less crowded than the one below by the stream. We then noticed, from our high altitude vantage point, that just below us where we had been, there was a pavillion with some archers. We observed them removing the typical archery targets from the field, and at first I thought their shooting was over. Then we realized they were doing some long distance shooting. I am not a good judge of distances, but I would say the remaining target was almost 100 yards away. It was very hard to follow the arrows through the air, but some of them we could see arriving at the target. It's a good thing these archers had some degree of skill, because the walkway was just adjacent to their shooting range.

We had enough of the archery, and proceeded south on the new, high-altitude path looking for another cross-over. Shortly, we found one, and crossed back to familiar territory. As we arrived on the other side of the expressway, we realized that we had passed this cross-over on our first outing looking for the stream. It is clevery disguised as an art sculpture and small park, and it is not obviously a crossover when viewed from the sidewalk on the west side of the expressway.

So, we walked first to the playground near the Carrefour so YS#4 could play for a little while. Then we went into the store for some necessities, like milk and potato chips (Mrs. Stumbler also bought some nacho chips - she plans to make some cheese nachos this week for a snack). The only photo I took yesterday was this interesting presentation of choco pies:

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With shopping done, we headed home. YS#4 and I went downstairs to order some Best Health Care chicken, and waited for it to be prepared. I can no longer have food delivered to my apartment, because I cannot operate the remote entry security system, so I just wait for the food to be prepared and carry it up myself. While we were waiting, a man with two girls about YS#4 age came to order chicken, too. The three girls played together for awhile until the food was ready, then we headed upstairs to the apartment for dinner.

After dinner, we watched the third Pink Panther movie, "The Pink Panther Strikes Again". This is the one with that classic movie joke:

Clouseau: Does your dog bite?
Hotel Clerk: No
Clouseau: [bowing down to pet the dog]
Clouseau: Nice doggie.
Clouseau: [Dog barks and bites Clouseau in the hand]
Clouseau: I thought you said your dog did not bite!
Hotel Clerk: That is not my dog.

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