Ways to Live Life in Korea.

Some suggestions on how to have an awe-inspiring time as an expat in South Korea.

Photo cred: Cindy Le

Naked Women Everywhere. A Tale from a Korean Bathhouse.

As the woman manipulated my naked body onto its side, I caught a glimpse of my skin. Not the skin still clinging to my body, but the layers of epidermis that had been scrubbed off. It was sprinkled onto the bed in dark grey rolls. Did that come from me? Why is it grey?

I was undergoing a body scrub- a common Korean method of deep exfoliation. I was at a popular Korean hotspot, where being naked is the dress code. I was at a jjimjalbang.

A 24-hour, gender-segregated bathing experience, jjimjilbangs are rooms filled with saunas, hot tubs and tables reserved for massages and scrubs. It's a common place to spend your mornings, afternoons, evenings, weekdays, or weekends with your friends, siblings, children, or parents.

After I paid my 8,000 won entrance fee and received a key and towel, I followed my friends into the female locker room. Here, we threw our shoes into our designated lockers and walked into a large open room. To my right was a woman sitting on a chair selling soaps, hairnets, and eggs (because everyone wants to eat eggs after they bathe). To my left were floor-to-ceiling mirrors designated for blow dryers, hair straighteners and lotion bottles. In front of me were semi-opened locker rooms. This is where we headed. We matched our key numbers to our lockers and started undressing all while having a broken-Korean conversation with a half dressed woman who proceeded to slap my friend on the ass.

After we stripped and said goodbye to our new admirer, we walked toward the Jacuzzi room. We opened the steamed covered glass doors and BAM. Naked women everywhere.
I thought Korean would be prudish about baring their nude bodies, but this conservative culture proved me wrong. Everyone was just letting it all hang out. And you know what, it was beautiful. Women embracing their bodies, embracing what God gave them.
No one covered up. No one giggled. No one stared.
We were all the same. We were all beautiful.

After showering, my friends and I soaked in the hot tubs as I absorbed the sights around me.
At one end of the room were low mirrors, resting on shelves. Short stools stood nearby waiting for women to sit on them and groom themselves. Water splashed, and rags lathered with soaps washed the skin of the women on these stools. I noticed mothers washing their children and friends washing friends. To be washing another while naked was a casual and common act.
At the other end of the room were short partitions dividing the area from the rest of the room. Three tall plastic beds occupied the area. A board advertising various massages and scrubs hung on the wall above. On each bed, laid a woman receiving a service by an ajumma wearing laced lingerie- these were the only clothed women in the room.

I continued to soak as my friend, Devan was called to a plastic bed. We both paid for a scrub and she was the first to undergo the experience. After soaking in four different tubs, I was finally called over. It was my turn to receive the infamous Korean scrub. My ajumma was wearing a red laced lingerie set that didn't cover much. She scowled as I tried to gracefully hop onto the water drenched bed. She lathered me down with oil and then began the most vulnerable thirty minutes of my female existence.

I laid on the bed- completely naked, mind you- as my red lingerie friend began scrubbing my skin with a coarse exfoliating glove. It wasn't painful, but it also wasn't relaxing. This scrub was designed to make your skin feel like a newborn baby. Her hands found areas of my body I didn't even know existed. We became very close, her and I. Very close. She may not have said one word to me as she scrubbed my naked body, but we had a new kind of relationship forming.

Layers of epidermis had been scrubbed off. It clung to my skin, it littered the bed. It was dark and grey. It looked like dirt. All that dead skin came from me! She moved my arms, opened my legs, closed my legs, tilted me to the side, oiled my breasts, scrubbed my butt. I wondered if she was scrutinizing my form or comparing it to a Korean body. Did she think my feet were huge (because they are)? Did she dislike my prickly leg hairs? But more importantly, did she want me to look at her? What is the eye contact etiquette while laying on a bed naked as another woman exfoliates your skin? Do I keep my eyes open? Do I close them?

In the end, I decided to just close my eyes and stop over-analyzing. This woman scrubs hundreds of bodies in a week. I'm sure to her one naked woman is the same as the next.
Thirty minutes later she sat me up, threw water over my body to wash off any signs of dead skin and sent me on my way.

I felt... raw. That's the only word I have to describe it.
I met my friends in one of the tubs and touched my skin. It felt soft, fresh and oh, so clean. Devan said she felt the same. We kept touching each other's arms to compare. We giggled as we shared our scrub stories.
We showered one last time before exiting the Jacuzzi room. We returned to our lockers and dressed into the clothes that would take us away from the naked culture and back into the conservative one we were used to.

If there is one thing you must do as a guest in Korea, it's experience a jjimjalbang. You won't regret it.

Devan, Kate, Lorrene, and me.

A Guide to Using Bathrooms in Korea.

Useful tips for your trip to the hwajangshil.

In most public restrooms the toilet paper is outside the stall. Make sure you grab the amount you need. If you forget and it's too late, you better get creative.

Some restrooms won't provide public soap. I suggest carrying hand sanitizer with you at all times.

The squat toilets. Common in Korea and a bit tricky for first timers, these toilets will test your aiming abilities.

Don't worry, there are western style toilets for you non-adventure seekers.

If you were lucky enough to remember some tissues before you squatted, make sure you throw them in the trash bin. Flushing them will result in flooding and sidestepping puddles.

Probably more useful than hand sanitizer, tissues will save your behind (literally). Great for when you forgot to grab TP or when the hand dryer is nowhere to be found.

Eat up.

Everything I eat in Korea is good for my health.

At least, that's what my Korean friends tell me.

Korea prides itself on having foods with holistic health benefits. Just look at kimchi, it's considered the healthiest food in the world.

I'm often told that this is good for your heart, and that is good for your brain. Everything is good for something. So here's a small list for you to see how "healthy" I eat in Korea.

garlic

ginseng

eggplant

seaweed

onions

anchovies

aloe juice

twigs (made into tea)

What do you think? Are you ready to hop on the health craze of Korea?

14 reasons I love Korea

In no particular order,

The food.

What's not to love? With so many choices (and not all include kimchi), Korean food is delicious, healthy and filling. Some of my favorites:

• Bibimbop- means 'mixed rice' in Korean, it includes rice, hearty diced vegetables, and meat (optional) drizzled with gochujang (chili pepper paste). 
• Samgyupsal- thick pork strips grilled (do it yourself) and served with lettuce leaves, onions, garlic, kimchi and gochujang.
• Bibimnamyong- similar to bibimbop, but served cold with noodles
• Mondu- Korean dumpling filled with various options, such as meat, shrimp and kimchi.

The English.

It's good to see that my job is aiding in the effort.

The free samples.

At cosmetic stores (which are everywhere) the sales woman will throw in some samples with your purchase. Within no time, you end up with a cupboard full of awesome creams and moisturisers to try.

The "Genius, Korea" inventions

Korea has some great ideas. From the button on restaurant tables when you need your server to umbrella bags to keep the floors dry when raining, they're genius.

The hiking.

With so many mountains in this country, a girl can feel alive out here.

The Asian peace sign.

Finally I know what to do with my hands while posing for a picture.

The parks.

So many to enjoy and all are clean, spacious and inviting.

No tipping.

 I didn't truly appreciate this until I went back home for a few months and ended up crying at a restaurant after the bill was sorted. Okay, I didn't really cry but a part of my soul did die. America needs to jump on the bandwagon of awesomeness that is the no tipping rule in Korea. With tax included and no tipping, it sure saves you a lot of money.

The bakeries.

I don't think words will do these heavenly sugared baked goods justice. From cakes to croissants, bakeries are a dime and dozen and that's appreciated in a country with no home ovens.

The public transportation.

Amazingly efficient, clean and cheap AND all maps, signs, and announcements are available in Korean, English and Japanese.

Coffee shops.

There's a coffee shop on every corner in Korea. And not just Starbucks. We're talking Tom-N-Toms, Angel-in-us, Holly's, Cafe Bene and Coffee Flower- just to name a few. Just be thankful you didn't have to tip at lunch 'cause an Americano here is extremely overpriced.

Norebangs.

A Korean term for karaoke room, norebangs allow you to listen to your tone-deaf friends sing their hearts out. You will never have more fun. Bold statement, but so true.

Friends.

Living abroad can get tough at times. Thank goodness for the friends that keep you sane and make you smile. I love you, guys!