We continued weeding.
Each tree I was weeding seemed like a meditation. The repetition of moving from tree to tree like breathing in and out. Thoughts would break in.
I thought about what Y told me.
I thought about what Y told me.
"Not many Wwoofers understand what I am saying at first but then many understand later."
We broke for lunch. Yang made a cold soup for lunch.
Y added, "You will be making fertilizer for the fields."
"Oh I've done that in your fields," I replied.
Y laughed.
"Do you understand Joyce," he asked.
Joyce couldn't eat.
"I'm used to cook food," she said.
Then we had a discussion:
He explained to me more about the lands of souls.
"The highest levels of people remind me of an alien or a Seoul."
After two days, I started to realize that there was more in common with Y than not in common.
"When I think about what you say I have trouble following. What I believe in is love of our mother's. I think our thinking is similar- yes, but maybe my thinking is just simpler than yours.You are thinking about specifics."
"So just try to live a good life for your friends and family and the people around you."
J, the Malaysian Wwoofer was present for this discussion but she was somewhere else. It was hard for her to take it in and she appeared nervous. This would disappear by the end of the week.
Y asked, "Joyce what do you think of this."
Joyce shrugged. "You guys thinking is too complicated for me."
Y asked, "Do you think about why you live?"
Joyce said shrugged.
Y said,
"We will go to to the coast for a swim."
JH, starting speaking in English, "But Joyce wants to go to the beach and then switched to Korean.
After a while, it was discussed and we were to go to a beach Joyce wanted. Y drove us there. It was tourist beach. THere were tubes everywhere.
"Food for plastic island," I said to Y.
"Have fun," Y said.
We got out. We made our way to the water and then I suggested to JH that we head to an inlet over a short wall of rocks where there weren't tubes.
The tide was short where we were so I thought maybe there would be deeper water towards the far end of swimming area.
We starting looking for snails and and sea urchin. Sea urchin are a delicacy. JH suggested we get some and then reminded me that that are best eaten raw. So we looked.
I found some. Each one was too small.
Joyce, who was struggling to enjoy he Wwoof experience and didn't really like the food situation was having fun. She is a quiet one. Studying to be a vet she is more comfortable with the animals than us. Now she was enjoying herself.
We started to head back towards the coast. We were curious to check out the menu.
"Let's eat here," Joyce said, suggesting eating at a restaurant.
"Let's just look at what's available if there is something we can eat?"
"Yes," JH agreed.
"Let's eat junk," Joyce said.
"Let's try to eat something healthy," JH suggested.
We found a restaurant. I had a bad feeling about the atmosphere. JH talked to the waiter got a menu. The waiter's tone in Korean seemed rude to me. We look at the menu and ordered Ma u Tang which is a spicy fish soup. The sides dishes were not quite dropped on the table. The cucumbers sidedishes were soft. The soup arrived. We put our chopsticks in the mix and we could only find fish heads and some leaves. There weren't even potatoes.
My positive attitude from week spent here showed signs of stress when I told JH,
"This is the worst Ma-u-Tang I've ever had."
And it was. It was a clear scam. I found a new perspective quickly when I passed the kitchen and saw the miserable and aged faces of the people in the kitchen. I felt pity for them.
We got back at 10. We then quickly went to bed.
"I like temple style. When the monks finish eating they put water in their bowl and drink out of it. When food is wasted all the negative energy goes into the environment. From now on food will not be wasted in this house."
"Greg we were talking and we decided that from now on when you have to make the poo 0 - you know what I mean, "you are to take a sickle and dig a hole outside, to make the poo," JH laughed.Y added, "You will be making fertilizer for the fields."
"Oh I've done that in your fields," I replied.
Y laughed.
"Do you understand Joyce," he asked.
Joyce couldn't eat.
"I'm used to cook food," she said.
Then we had a discussion:
He explained to me more about the lands of souls.
"The highest levels of people remind me of an alien or a Seoul."
After two days, I started to realize that there was more in common with Y than not in common.
"When I think about what you say I have trouble following. What I believe in is love of our mother's. I think our thinking is similar- yes, but maybe my thinking is just simpler than yours.You are thinking about specifics."
"So just try to live a good life for your friends and family and the people around you."
J, the Malaysian Wwoofer was present for this discussion but she was somewhere else. It was hard for her to take it in and she appeared nervous. This would disappear by the end of the week.
Y asked, "Joyce what do you think of this."
Joyce shrugged. "You guys thinking is too complicated for me."
Y asked, "Do you think about why you live?"
Joyce said shrugged.
Y said,
"We will go to to the coast for a swim."
JH, starting speaking in English, "But Joyce wants to go to the beach and then switched to Korean.
After a while, it was discussed and we were to go to a beach Joyce wanted. Y drove us there. It was tourist beach. THere were tubes everywhere.
"Food for plastic island," I said to Y.
"Have fun," Y said.
We got out. We made our way to the water and then I suggested to JH that we head to an inlet over a short wall of rocks where there weren't tubes.
The tide was short where we were so I thought maybe there would be deeper water towards the far end of swimming area.
We starting looking for snails and and sea urchin. Sea urchin are a delicacy. JH suggested we get some and then reminded me that that are best eaten raw. So we looked.
I found some. Each one was too small.
Joyce, who was struggling to enjoy he Wwoof experience and didn't really like the food situation was having fun. She is a quiet one. Studying to be a vet she is more comfortable with the animals than us. Now she was enjoying herself.
We started to head back towards the coast. We were curious to check out the menu.
"Let's eat here," Joyce said, suggesting eating at a restaurant.
"Let's just look at what's available if there is something we can eat?"
"Yes," JH agreed.
"Let's eat junk," Joyce said.
"Let's try to eat something healthy," JH suggested.
We found a restaurant. I had a bad feeling about the atmosphere. JH talked to the waiter got a menu. The waiter's tone in Korean seemed rude to me. We look at the menu and ordered Ma u Tang which is a spicy fish soup. The sides dishes were not quite dropped on the table. The cucumbers sidedishes were soft. The soup arrived. We put our chopsticks in the mix and we could only find fish heads and some leaves. There weren't even potatoes.
My positive attitude from week spent here showed signs of stress when I told JH,
"This is the worst Ma-u-Tang I've ever had."
And it was. It was a clear scam. I found a new perspective quickly when I passed the kitchen and saw the miserable and aged faces of the people in the kitchen. I felt pity for them.
We got back at 10. We then quickly went to bed.
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| Covered in nature and scratches, JH snaps this picture while I am weeding. I forwent pants to keep cooler. |
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| The horse weeds the fields with us. |
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| Joyce, the Malaysian Wwoofer and I during the time we were looking for snails. |
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