This morning, a young Korean girl at Covenant approached me.
“Are you Rachel? Did you catch a fish?”
Apparently I was broadcast on KBS last night, one of Korea’s main news resources.
Yup, I’m that famous.
We decided to train up to Hwacheon this weekend to give the secluded Dan & Amelia a visit. Actually, just to go to the fishing festival. (This festival was originally an ice-fishing festival, but was cancelled because of foot-and-mouth disease and freaked-out Koreans. It was rescheduled to now, but the river was mostly de-thawed. Boo.)
I can upload video sometime this month, after my camera recharges. But basically, the competition was to catch trout with your bare hands while wearing shorts and a t-shirt and chasing them around a section of shallow river-water.
The water was so cold it felt like thousands of needles jabbing you incessantly. Right up until you lost all feeling in your limbs. Hypothermia, anyone?
I couldn’t really feel my hands, but I managed to catch two of the slippery little buggers. I actually caught three, but the first one jumped right out of my hands when I held it above my head in triumph. Whoops.
Anyways, since I’m a blonde-and-blue foreigner, the news crews went cuh-ray-zee over me. And I was so cold I was talking even louder, exciting-ier, and faster than normal. I’m sure it was a stellar interview.
I’m a little apprehensive for tomorrow. Wonder how many of my fellow teachers saw me in my bright-orange tee, yelling at the camera about how I’d never been fishing before and I couldn’t feel my feet?
I chattered and shivered for a good five or 10 minutes next to the locker room heater, then we roasted the fish and sat down for a little lunch.
And got mobbed by even MORE cameras, reporters, microphones, the whole shabang!
FIVE waygooks??? In Hwacheon??? Unheard of!
Ryan hammed it up nicely, “Fish in America, baaaad, but this fish? GOOOOOD!”
And then I ate a fish eye.