Danoje Festival

One of my co-teachers approached me about 2 weeks ago with this handout about about a festival in Gangnueng and he told me that it will give me a good taste of traditional Korea and that I should sign up for it. So I did. It turns out that I was approved for a 2-day jaunt up there during the school week, and at first didn't want me to miss school, and I was like "duh, why'd you tell me about it then". But they came around, and so did Micah and Laura's schools, so we took an early 4 hour long bus ride to some province way up there near the DMZ on the east coast.





















The Danoje Fesival. It was about honoring dieties who had magically impregnated humans. It consisted of a lot of Makoli. Do you know what Makoli is? It is this rice wine stuff. It will give you a headache if you have too much. I've been told that by quite a number of people.
















So there was a parade with lanterns and torches and Makoli.

And a big swing, and Makoli.

Then we had to kill some time so we drank some free Makoli and watched some dancing:
Then we ate some tofu and drank some Makoli.
















Can you read Korean? Above Micah's head it says " 2009 gang (r/l)ueng dan o je":
















And there was this guy. He had a little gourd under his kilt:

It was kind of a whirlwind. We drove to this cool ridge and took some pictures.

And there was a neat-o bathroom. The toilet had foamy bubbles in it that would distentegrate the goodies. It was all Mario:
















And then we were riding the bus back home. A fantastic two-day adventure if you ask me. This feeling was intensified in me because we were also getting paid, (and not having to take any vacation days). The bus was a really nice one, it was almost like a plane. But it was a bus:
















We were ascending into heaven: