Driving up to my apartment on the first day I arrived in Korea, I couldn’t help but notice a huge, seemingly unkempt field not 50 yards from my place. It looked like a wasteland; a forgotten landfill a mile long. Great, I thought to myself, I traveled all this way to end up somewhere that looks pretty much like Marysville. Now, two weeks later, that vast field has transformed into something quite different: row after neat row of rice and sweet potato seeds planted by hand by local farmers. There’s not a tractor in sight. You can see the farmers – old men and women – bent over for hours working the land, each tending to their own little tract. I walk through this field everyday now on my way to work. It saves me about 10 minutes off my commute time. Funny how things work out sometimes. What I once thought was a blight in the middle of a city I now like to consider my scenic route. Pics.
