An energetic Saturday

A plan to go picnicking under the cherry trees on Saturday had to be put off due to a dental emergency but the day still dawned sunny and relatively warm (or at least not freezing) and I wanted to take full advantage.

After a gentle start to the day, I headed off to Mangu Park. Mangu is one of the parks I haven’t seen yet. I’ve tried to find it before and been unsuccessful, as it turns out because I got off the bus too soon. This time, I had checked the bus route map properly and had a better idea of how long I’d need to wait. I took the 814 bus. It was around midday on a Saturday, so there were lots of people on the bus. After a couple of stops, I found a seat and watched the world from the window.

After a while, we reached the park. There are different types of parks in Daegu. Some of them, like National Debt Repayment Movement Park, are small parks set up for people to sit in pleasant surroundings (and listen to piped elevator music). Some are bigger parks with more serious walks and sporting activities like Duryu Park. Mangu Park is not a huge park. In fact, it’s a bit of an odd shape, stretching across a main road. Some of the space that it does have is taken up with trees and lawns sloping down hills and benches where people were peacefully sitting and chatting or reading. The rest is taken up by monuments of various sorts.

The most fascinating is the Daegu South Gate. This is, quite literally, the old South Gate of the city of Daegu or Yeongnamjeilgwan. Daegu was first fortified in 1590 (Joseon Dynasty). As usual in Korea’s history, the Japanese invaded within a few years (1592) and destroyed it all. The walls and gates were eventually rebuilt with stone in 1736 and stayed in place until 1906. In 1980, this gate was rebuilt and moved to Mangu Park, where it looks out across the Geumho River. The information board suggests that this structure is based on the original gate but is larger. I’m not sure how exaggerated the current structure is but it is certainly imposing. The two story wooden structure with typical Joseon roof, colours and designs, sits atop a stone (brick?) fortification. There is a tunnel under the middle of the ‘gate’. I walked into this tunnel and did a double-take when I looked up. On the ceiling, there was a fascinating, and huge, mural of two long, thin dragons twisting between clouds and other designs. Western dragons are a lot more solid than Eastern ones. These ones looked like snakes with dragons heads and spindly arms and legs. At the end of the little tunnel – it wasn’t even really a tunnel, just an opening under the gate – were two huge wooden doors and then a view down a hill to a river valley. I love the huge wooden doors. I think they may be my favourite part of traditional Korean architecture.

Beyond the gate, I wandered along paved paths. Along the edge of a path was a fence covered in golden-yellow forsythia flowers. An Asian spring seems like it should be all about cherry blossoms and they are around but so far the forsythias have been far more prominent, painting the spring with swathes of yellow flowers.

Across the bridge above the multiple lanes of fast, flowing traffic, there were more flowers. A few cherry trees proudly showed their spring glory. There was another plant, the name of which I haven’t quite figured out but whose beautiful, creamy-white flowers are some of my spring favourites. In the flower-beds, the city has recently planted flowering pansies in all sorts of beautiful colours – from yellow and deep red to bright purple and velvety dark blue. I considered walking down along the river, but decided to stay on the top of the hill and take a look at the monuments.

The first was a horse and rider statue dedicated (I think) to General Kwak Jaewoo who was apparently the first militia leader to successfully resist the Japanese during the 1592 invasion (although, I’m not sure how successfully given that they seem to have invaded anyway, but what do I know?). The horse and rider reminded me a little of the statues at Rhodes Memorial in Cape Town. There was also a monument-thingy on the back of a particularly scary-looking turtle. Often these turtles that hold up monuments are fascinating and quite pretty. This one wasn’t.

The main monument of the park on this side of the road, and the one that fascinated me the most, is an alter (read: a high tower rising from a hexogon-shaped structure with picture panels) holding memorial tablets for volunteer soldiers who died fighting the Japanese between 1592 and 1598. The monument is fairly modern and fancy. Part of me wonders if this is something that organically exists or if it is part of the ongoing attempt to build the pride of Korean children in their nation  (which, for the record, is spectacularly successful to the point of being a little scary). It was also bare and stark and the panels were beautiful. Whether it is a memorial that is visited by families and that matters to people or is simply a political project of nation-building, a monument remembering those who passed away in defence of their country hundreds of years ago is a little awe-inspiring.

I could have wandered the park for longer, but I had seen most of it and gotten some nice pics – and been reminded how much of a difference natural sunlight makes to pictures – so I found the bus-stop and headed home.

I didn’t stay home for long. A friend and I had made a tentative plan to go for a mini-hike just across the main road from the area where we live. I’d never tried walking on that side and for one reason or another, nor had she. From the road, it looked like it would be a short, simple walk but with just enough steep hills to make it a bit of a climb. It turned out that we had significantly underestimated how many paths there were and how far they twisted into the hills. It will probably be even lovelier when the trees are in full, summer leaf, but I liked it as it was. Because there were fewer leaves, it was possible to look out across the valleys. It felt free and out of the city, even though the city still sprawled below us. We walked along paths and around corners and took turns and twists and tried out some of the exercise equipment randomly scattered around the forest. Eventually, we found ourselves over the hill near the back of the Children’s centre, where we stopped and spent a little time going up and down the mini-obstacle course before climbing back up the hills, to the bizarre accompaniment of a helicopter flying over and playing the sound of a whistled tune. I realise this sounds odd. It was odd.

We walked for almost an hour and a half and did some climbing and got some exercise. I really enjoyed it. I’ve never been the hiking type. In fact, I’ve never really been an outdoorsy person, but it appears the lack of outdoors in Korea is rapidly driving me in that direction. That’s okay. So far it has been fun.

For now, I’m heading off to work, somewhat bitter that I’m working on Easter Monday when everyone in South Africa is mid-long weekend, but I’m simultaneously a little bit excited about the prospect of a Cherry Blossom festival next weekend, so there are definitely silver linings.