May 3, 2013 Jeonju, South Korea
Yin-Yang Weather
I have never realized how much the
weather could matter to one's well-being. One of the rarely
advertised features of the misnomer that is the “Land of the
Morning Calm,” [a.k.a. Korea], is its wildly unpredictable but
consistently unpleasant weather roller-coaster. And, of course, the
seriously subzero winters that feel about 10 C colder than they
actually are due to extreme humidity. The weather, like the country
itself, is bipolar. Day-night gradient is 20-30C easily. The nights
are moist, all-penetrating cold that one needs winter gear for in
May. The days – one could walk in a t-shirt. Add to that the
frequent, unpredictable rain, and you more or less have the picture.
I have never been so irrationally
pissed off by the weather. Until Korea. Wise Russians say: “there
is no bad weather – just bad clothes.” Perhaps - in fact, until I came here, I believed them. Or maybe they
just haven't been to Korea. Plus, Russia has a very consistent,
moderate climate without the insane fluctuations of this sort. When
it's cold – it's cold. Day and night. For a few weeks. When it's
warm – it's warm. No tricks. On can anticipate and prepare. In Korea, one needs a Harry Potter
purse that can fit an entire wardrobe – so as to choose the
temperature-appropriate attire.
And, of course, through all that, the
perky Korean maidens run about in their “come-hither” 4” spike
heels and miniskirts, shivering in their short lacy cardigans.
Brrrrrr. Makes me cold just looking at them. And, of course,
ironically, Koreans don't really believe in the “luxury” of being
sick. Nor do they make space for it. A general contract includes 3
[!] sick days a year.
It makes me wonder just how much the
climate influences the national character and the nature of the
country. Can this intense bipolar pattern be one of the root causes
of the extreme polarization of this country? Starting with the
yin-yang flag to the head-spinning combination of the Confucian
politeness and unpredictable, inconsiderate brashness from the very
little old ladies one is supposed to venerate ever so... To the
North-South hostile dynamic and the wild hot-cold combinations of the
local cuisine. And the general surviver/fighter mentality that oozes
out of every pore of this culture as well as the binary emotional range [i.e., "uber-polite" to "witch on wheels" in 0.0001 sec, without any nod to the shades of gray]. One just wonders...


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