Today, in Seoul, we visited the DMZ. This area is an active military zone and is where we visited the third tunnel of aggression. We were required to show our passports and walked to down the tunnel. In the afternoon, we walked through Nandemoon market and went to the Korean theatre show called Nanta (my favorite!). It’s a cross between Stomp! and rhythmic chopping, blended in comedy that transcends languages.
We said goodbyes to our guides Miran and Salem, thanking them for their hospitality, planning and assistance around the city and transportation.
We posed for one last group photo with the cast of Nanta before taking taxis back to the hotel.
We closed our group’s adventure with prayer in the hotel lobby, because our group splits at 0430 in the morning departing for the airport.
Red-eye flights are either great for sleeping or make for a long next day. Our flight left Siem Reap at 11 pm and we arrived in Seoul at 6 am local time (after losing a few hours to the time zones); air turbulence kept most of us from resting.
We arrived in Seoul, went through customs, found our bags and were met by our shuttle driver. Four of us sat in the back seat of a van and rode for 2 hours through morning rush hour traffic (our other team members were in the other shuttle) to meet our guides.
Seoul traffic is similar to rush hour traffic in the States with lots of cars, stoplights and buses. Temperature is very similar to the upper Mid-Atlantic states of the US and a 50 degree temperature drop from where we had been the past two weeks.
At the hotel, we were met by our guide from Scranton Women’s Leadership Center, Miran. We must have been a strange sight: beleaguered, bleary-eyed and sleepy, we changed shirts in the hotel bathroom, grabbed a bite or eat at the adjacent McDonald’s, and reviewed our schedule for the next 2 days.
We walked across the street to the bank so we could exchange currency for Korean Won, then boarded a public bus for Ewha Women’s College tour.
This is where reverse – culture shock will hit and a reason that Ubuntu journeys include a day or 2 of debriefing.
We toured Ewha (including the art museum and campus), found a coffee shop, had lunch, took taxis to the Scranton Women’s Center…and I confused our taxi driver who dropped us at the wrong building. Thankfully, Miran had given us her card, so someone at the GBGM office in the Methodist building called to Miran’s office and they retrieved us. A few hours later, we made it back to the hotel in the afternoon. Checked into the hotel, changed clothes and went back out for dinner and a show called “Jump” – modern Korean theatre filled with great martial arts and universal comedy. It’s somewhere between 36 and 72 hours since we’ve slept. It’s a different culture, with different language, and a different temperature…all of those changes within a short window can lead to cranky women. …
We awoke this morning with no power. Rolling blackouts are common, but the room was stifling hot at 5 am. We learned later that a truck hit a power pole and knocked out power to the area at 3 am. Our hotel was on a generator, but could not keep up with the demand. The power returned at 0630 long enough for us to get breakfast.
Today, we rode a boat to the floating village on the Tonle Sap River, stopped at the Mustard Seed preschool, and toured the Artisans d’Angkor Silk Farm.
Several of our teammates went back to the hotel to prepare for our flight to Seoul. Meredith, Thida and I rode in a Tuk-Tuk with Kevin back to Angkor Wat since she was unable to go with us the previous day. After that quick trip, we said our goodbyes to Esther, Sophany and Thida at the Siem Reap airport. We had a 5 hour overnight flight to Seoul…
Today, as we prepared to go to Angkor Wat, we said goodbyes to Marilyn and Joseph. We loved our time with these wonderful missionaries who have given their lives to serving Christ and the people of Cambodia. Their stories of survival and joy for a life of service have been inspirational highlights of our journey. Roberta gave Marilyn a Ubuntu Sister pin in appreciation of her time with us.
We visited Angkor Wat, Bayan temple and the Tomb Raider temple. Like many parks and monuments, Sundays are very crowded. Our guide reminded us that we must show our temple passes (3×3 tickets with our photos) at each temple entrance).
Angkor Wat is a place where one could spend days, as opposed to an afternoon, exploring the ruins and temple grounds. Cambodians get in free to the temple and families often picnic on the grounds and children play in the moat surrounding Angkor Wat.
Cambodia has many temples, some yet to be revealed to the public due to their locations and others because they are surrounded by landmines.
After touring the temples in 98 degree weather, we had dinner and saw traditional Cambodian dancing, visited the night market and rode a Tuk-Tuk back to the hotel.
After lunch, we returned to the church for a craft, worship, communion and our closing ceremony.
We boarded the bus for our 3.5 hour ride to rode to Siem Reap. We stopped along the way to see a famed bat tree which is the daytime resting place for thousands of bats outside of an abandoned home which was once used by the Khmer Rouge.
Along the road, we saw rice – drying fields, small boats, Lilly – pad farms and road construction.
We arrived at the hotel …preparing to see Angkor Wat. .. tomorrow!
0730 arrived early as we loaded the bus after checking out from our hotel. We rode for 4.5 hours on “good roads”…the National Highway #6 is partially paved and mainly dirt.
We stopped for lunch at the BooLoom Restaurant and were early for our time with the youth. We rode another 20 miles to visit with Sophany’s mother. This had been the highlight of the trip. This is what ties everything together. Sitting in her mother’s home, on slatted floors, eating bananas from the yard, we could hear the mama pig as she quieted her piglets, men sawed boards, and chickens clucked in the yard. Sophany shared her personal journey with us and we prayed with her and her mother. Sophany showed us the pigs that her mother raises…pigs bought by UMW. My sisters, you’ve wanted to see where our UMW funds go on an international level…they go to women like Sophany’s mother who goes to the local market each morning to cook porridge for children on their way to school.
We boarded the bus and rode back to the dormitory that houses 61 girls and 9 boys who attend the local school built by the queen of Singapore and passed a church built by Methodist congregations in the US.
The pastor greeted us and after a brief tour of the Susanna Wesley dorm, we worshipped with the youth…they too loved the “chicken dance” and hokey pokey.
Faith, Hope, Love in Action…the wiring for lights inside the sanctuary were wired by two of the young women who studied electronics. They added lights to say thank you for your support of their dormitory and education opportunity.