#jeongbalsan

[travelandlifeworld]

Jeongbalsan Village in Ilsan Goyang #southkorea #jeongbalsan (at ILsan, Goyang, Gyeonggi Do) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn8WWtdNDAt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[michaelkei]

It's connecting for Ilsan LaFesta time scenes. I finally detected course. This part was first. Even if I checked map for there, this complicate here site like maze. Represent that like, here has lotta value stuffs. I sought entrance part. Here concept was also taking upcoming Halloween day. And clock top meeting square is presence anywhere at here Ilsan. That's able to be significant by here hot spots were very wide n be condensed as nice stuffs. That's like that, seoul's diverse univ avenue is compressed on. More detailed scene is to reveal at next post.🤘

[exchangeinseoul]

Theatre in Jeongbalsan

[crimsonblackrose]

One of the places I feel most at home is among plants. So when I saw a giant flower statue on Instagram I had to go and see it and the festival in person.

Goyang city North East of Seoul and I’m somewhat bitter I hadn’t heard about it before as their mascot’s seem to be cats which is a fun pun since the word for cat in Korean is goyangi 고양이. First off, I love cats and second off it’s a pun. How has no one I know mentioned this city before?!

a bike warning, cute cat cartoons can be found at various signs.

I met a friend around noon at Jeongbalsan station 정발산역 (towards the end of line 3/the orange line) so that we could wander around the festival together. I thought I’d be much much earlier so I lugged my laptop with me, only to realize it’d taken longer to get to than expected and my phone was adamant it was going to rain. Thankfully there were lockers in the station so I was able to store my laptop safely away. I also noticed that there was a line nearby at what looked like a ticket office. I wandered over and saw that it was for the festival. I hadn’t realized it cost money so to save time/kill time I waited in line and bought our tickets. They were 12,000 in person. You can try and reserve them ahead of time and they’ll be cheaper.

When my friend arrived we headed out exit 1 and walked along the park towards the lake. Ilsan lake seemed to be where everything was happening. We crossed a bridge over a highway and then suddenly everything was much more festive. There were booths everywhere selling crafts, candles, showing off succulent art, selling food, snacks, and plants. I couldn’t figure out where we showed our tickets as we wandered around in search of coffee (something my friend needs to function.) There had been a lot of  beautiful flower cafes along the park, however they were a bit expensive and she just wanted a super cheap americano.

Eventually we continued walking, and found that beyond some more food stands in the other direction was a Lotteria food truck where she grabbed an americano and I got the first Coca-cola slushie I’ve had in about 4+ years. (When did they start selling those here? I’ve missed slushies and now even my local street food stand has slushie makers!) Near the Lotteria food truck near the lake was an information booth which we headed to in order to figure out where we needed to show our tickets. On the way I noticed a line that said In/Out and we quickly bee-lined to that and joined others handing over tickets to get in.

Almost immediately you see the beautiful flowers. The entrance has a pathway strung up with orchids that you walk under and can pose with. Or in my case stand off to the side holding two drinks so your friend can take some cute selfies.

Then we headed to the next part where a woman was at work putting flowers up on a giant bull, titled “Bully and friends” The flower sculpture was made by a team up between Dubai Miracle Garden and Goyang International Flower Foundation. It was stunning, beautiful and fun to watch her work.

A lot of the flowers and plants were landscaped in artistic designs. Not only were the flowers beautiful but so were the designs. There were so many spots set up to take beautiful photos.

And then I spotted the flower statue I’d seen on Instagram near the lake. It was huge!

It was in direct sunlight and on a bright cloudless day a bit difficult to see how our pictures turned out. I spent a long time trying to make it look like she was holding the sun.

But I really just loved looking at all the flowers that made up her dress and hair and wondering how much work had gone into that because it really didn’t look easy.

It was around this point after a little bit more walking we found a map of the festival grounds and we hadn’t even made a dent in it. There was so much left still to see of stunning flowers that I was a bit dismayed. The day was edging on and I was absolutely delighted but it was hot and I was getting tired. We’d thought all the stuff outside had been the festival (which was somewhat on par for Korea) and it hadn’t been. So we’d wasted a lot of time looking at little craft stalls and food vendors.

We popped into one of the buildings and I got home and garden convention center vibes from the one I’d gone to in Chicago. If I’d been impressed outside, the inside plants was just stunning. The most colorful cacti I’ve ever seen were on display, along with a beautiful Cinderella carriage loaded with flowers, so many spots to take pictures with and of.

Not to mention there was a booth specializing in moss art. Different colors of moss used to decorate and add depth to silhouettes.

Oh and of course a beautiful flower bowl!

There was so much to look at and so much to see, everywhere, it was all at once overwhelming and amazing. Eventually we thought, we must be done, we’re running out of time and should get out of here. (Our goal was to get home before dark and since we were both over an hour away from our homes it meant we’d given ourselves curfews) But then we saw that it continued into a new section with flowers on display from around the world. Like these roses and miniature bonsai from Japan.

And then these from Thailand.

And all these flowers from South Africa.

Or these from Peru

It was so cool seeing flowers I’d never seen before. We didn’t even make it through everything because it was starting to get later and it was a week day holiday. We both had work in the morning. I took a couple more pictures inside before I could talk myself into leaving.

Outside we still weren’t done. We saw more flower trains and some cool roses before heading into an Africa inspired area.

Then several paths filled with flowers that led to a succulent garden and some cacti.

The succulents were set up in a very special way so that a person could stand behind them and pose as if it was the bottom of a hanbok. Then there were books and flowers, which is most things I love all in one spot. Add some tea and I might never leave.

Finally we walked through the ocean themed area in a bit of a rush to get out before the sun would start to set.

There was so many cool things to see at the festival. It was 12,000 won which is a bit steep seeing as most flower festivals in Korea are free, but most flower festivals in Korea are nothing like this. This was insane. There were so many orchids and flowers from all over the world. The amount of work that went into all of the plant art is mind boggling and it’s so beautiful that I didn’t even mind the crowds. This is an annual festival and unlike most flower festivals it’s several weeks long. I’m kinda bummed I’d never heard about it before because this is probably my favorite flower festivals I’ve ever been to. (Might even be my favorite festival in Korea period.) And this year I went to a lot of them. It’s totally worth the 12,000 won entrance fee. (which by the way comes with a 1,000 won coupon to use at a vendor so you can buy a little plant buddy to take home…which is great if you live in Korea, maybe you could use it for something else if you’re leaving….I bought moss because I was very inspired by the moss art)

Give yourself the day to go and explore the festival. It’s totally worth it.

Goyang International Flower and Horticulture Festival 고양국제 꽃 박람회 One of the places I feel most at home is among plants. So when I saw a giant flower statue on…

[ironmaidxn]

𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐕: 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌

Lim Jae-beom (Hangul: 임재범; born January 6, 1994), better known as Jay B (Hangul: 제이비; stylized in all caps), and formerly JB, is a South Korean singer, songwriter and actor. Jaebeom was the leader of South Korean boy band group Got7, a member of boy band duo JJ Project and sub-unit Jus2, as well as part of R&B soul crew Offshore. He made his small-screen debut through the drama series Dream High 2 in 2012. Lim Jae-beom was born in Siheung, Gyeonggi Province, and grew up in Goyang.

When he was seven, after watching g.o.d. perform, he developed the dream of becoming a singer. He started b-boying in his third year of middle school after failing a school test, dancing with friends at Ilsan, Paju, Boramae and Jeongbalsan station, and taking part in competitions. As a b-boy, he used the stage name Defsoul, taking Musiq Soulchild's "Just Friends" music video as inspiration. In 2009 he was scouted by JYP Entertainment at a b-boy competition: he was not interested in attending the audition, but his father pushed him to do so. He subsequently passed the open audition, winning first place with Jinyoung over 10,000 applicants.

He became interested in musical composition and hip hop culture as a b-boy, but at the beginning of his idol training, he thought that learning to sing was meaningless, and concentrated only on dancing; however, after listening to D'Angelo, he started singing and composing his first songs.

[goodman2048]

#아름다운새벽 눈 앞에 펼쳐지는 아름다운 세상(Jeongbalsan-dong, Ilsandong-gu, Goyang-si, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea에서) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtUaU9DgMgg/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=hvlkwjzmj3d8

[psychodramanoriter]

#apeach 먼 여행에 있던 교통 카드는 어디로 갔을까 ㅋㅋㅋ(Jeongbalsan Station에서)

[steveneveral]

Ilsan sunset. 🌇🌆📱📸#일산 #정발산 #호수공원 #ilsan #lakepark #korea #expatlife #traveler (at Jeongbalsan-dong, Ilsandong-gu, Goyang-si, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea)

[jungyongsang24-blog]

Iklan ulang tahun untuk Kyungsoo dari salah satu fansite Jepang di stasiun Jeongbalsan dengan ukuran iklan yg cukup besar, sehingga saat menuruni tangga bawah tanah iklan ini akan langsung menarik perhatian, uhhh banyak ya soo yg pasang iklan 😍 Itu tulisan nya “gohang tabemashitaka?” Waktu dulu EXO pernah jadi bintang tamu di jepang,mc nyuruh member milih,siapa anggota paling manly..terus semua member milih kyungsoo..terus mc nyuruh kyungsoo akting jadi pria gentle gitu..dia malah ngucapin “gohang tabemashitaka?” Yang artinya “ kamu sudah makan atau belum?”..dan itu sukses bikin semuanya ketawa ngakak... Cr. Minshooked V. D.O. Fandom kyungie_chankaisoo #EXO #EXOL #EXOexolsmtown

[bangtanhug]

So on the bright side, then Namjoon pics of him with the lights are magical 😍

YES!!! :D the first kimdaily of the year and Joonie is already stanning ^^ An army said that: “the place namjoon went to is ‘ilsan light festival’ at ilsan lake park!! the light festival is till 2/18! if you’re in korea and wants to visit, admission is free and you can take the subway to ‘jeongbalsan station’ with a few mins walk from the station to the park~“ cr: @btsvminz 

I’m glad he is enjoying his time ~ soon their schedule will pile up again so until then he needs all the rest ^^  

[jaych249]

춥다 춥어 #jeffbuckley #lilacwine #오늘의통곡(Jeongbalsan-dong, Ilsandong-gu, Goyang-si, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea에서)

[dreamsanddoodles]

Ilsan Lake Park #Goyang #SouthKorea (at Jeongbalsan-dong, Ilsandong-gu, Goyang-si, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea)

[kshelmer-blog]

Continuing my adventures of traveling around the outskirts of Seoul...headed to Jeongbalsan for the day (Ilsan area), which is famous for the Lake Park, the largest man-made lake in Korea. Recommended for a day's trip and some different scenery.

[lovesouthkorea]

Western Dom in Ilsan by Aaron Brown

[auroraflx-blog]

Temples

       Steaming green rice cake in hand, freshly made at the Jeongbal Buddhist Temple, chewy, sticky, a hint of sweetness. A large hunk, wrapped in a clear plastic bag as my parting gift, chunks of nuts and other mystery fruit. 

        Arriving this muggy overcast morning, after hiking over Jeongbalsan, buzzing with birds and insects, I was a little nervous. The Tibetan Buddhist services I’d attended in Seattle were half in English and Sakya, a completely different sect of Buddhism. 

The temple stands regally between upscale houses, a beacon of color, twin dragons jutting out from each roof corner, teal, pink and blue geometric patterns climb up the sides, around the open windows to sneak out under the wee, round peach flowers supporting the steep, rippling, dark slate roof. 

Removing my blue slip-ons at the door, I hesitantly follow a group of older women, some in perms and hanboks, up the sleep wooden staircase. The temple is illustrious, three golden Buddhas dominate the front of the room, flanked by intricate paintings of lotus ponds and hundreds of miniature Buddhas reflected in gold. As I wander in the back, shyly looking for a free fuchsia embroidered mat, I gape at the intricate detail, expertly balanced with linear, swooping flowers and interlacing shapes in vivid blues, reds, yellows, pinks and light green. Crane and dragon panels’ center on the ceiling, outer ceiling paintings predominately bodhisattvas, perhaps llamas, expertly rendered. 

Offerings of rich purple grapes, peaches, cantaloupe, white cloth bags of rice and rice cakes line the front on flower and dragon carved tables, light wood shimmering, accented by subtly green and pink stained lotus plants. Two breathtaking lotus arrangements balance each side, fresh blooms glowing, two unopened buds sprout out of the display, Ikebana style. Twin carved serpents twist out of the ceiling, down towards the audience, white teeth gleaming around red apple filled mouths, wire whiskers like vines. 

The ladies in front of me compare floral umbrellas and chat, joined by a friend who looked at me and smiled, all three turning in their seated poses to beam at me, surprised at my presence. “Ne, ne, sangsangnim, ne miguk.” (yeah, yeah I’m a teacher, yes, American) I think they asked if I was Buddhist, but Buddha starts with a “ch” and is very long, so I just smiled and said yes. They said something to a few other women who peered curiously at me, one friendly lady, with bright lipstick and long curled black hair moved next to me to ensure I was on the right page. She was from LA, and assured me she didn’t understand everything either, as she flipped the pages of my black scripture book, filled with Hangul and Chinese to the beginning.

A short, plump, bald and squinty monk entered to sit under the Buddha’s on a gleaming throne, gently striking the round brass gong next to him, the crowd bowed and we starting chanting. Nothing like Tibetan, I had a hard time keeping up, but as the droning repetition continued, eyes scanning for recognizable sound combinations, practitioners swaying gently side to side, cross legged, I reached that trance like calm of concentration and pureness of intent. I’m sure a sociological symptom of repetitive incantations in a group, that religions love to employ, but calming none the less. 

Next, women riffled in their bags for their wallets, lining up to slip donations into a smooth wooden box, missing my cue, I had another chance as the line turned around a lacquered ring nosed cow to drop my won in the sloped slot, continuing in line, bowing, hands open, we received an herbal smelling powder from the monk, smeared on with hands, to pause and bow to a candle framed Buddha with scrolls, the woman in front turned to demonstrate I should pat the powder on my head and bow, standing,  forehead to floor, three more times. The chanting continued, as we turned to the back of the room, resplendent, colorful paintings framing small glass cases, each cubby filled with a white paper slip inked in hangul, a name of a recently deceased relative.  Offering tables to ceiling, each little box had a tiny flame below it, a few blank, waiting. We prayed for their souls on their journey closer to enlightenment, select members of the congregation, including three adorable little girls, age two to seven, lined up to pour water offerings into round porcelain cups, which were swirled, presented, and after three were lined up, to be poured together in a steel bowl. The line nearly complete, a gorgeous song erupted, Korea’s Mother’s song, a beautiful sailing of woman’s voices, who all know the melody by heart. 

Turning to face the monk again, we chanted until my feet fell asleep, then grinning, the monk proclaimed something, everyone sent hands outstretched, fingers burst open, “Fighting!” they yelled, a Korean cheer. My friend explained “Your name, fighting! Your husband’s name, fighting! Your children’s names, fighting!” Then, open palmed, everyone started clapping. The monk went on, smiling eyed, for quite some time after that, my eyes wandering out the upper story window to the swaying green park below, to the bright flowered ceiling, golden Buddha’s, intricate vivid scrollwork painted on every inch of exposed wood, until three of the women, including my friend excused themselves, then another lady. I said my “om mani, padme, hungs,” sending compassion and love to some of my more difficult students, bowed and stepped out, followed by a friendly nun. At first worried, she led me downstairs to a simple wooden floored room, pristine, nine low dark wooden tables were set with bibimbap. She sat me down and oversaw as I added the rich brown flecked rice and spicy red sauce to the squash, mushroom, assorted veggie mixture. 

Eating with a few other early quitters, we shared Jalmokgetsumnida’s (Thankyou, enjoy your food) and dug in. Unsure how to proceed, I tried to wash up, swatted off by an auntie in the kitchen, and proceeded upstairs to the exit. That’s when another adorable lady ran me down to give me the fresh hot rice cake. At this temple and yoga I find myself surrounded by older women, when first in Korea, going out, staying at bars late at night, it was Korean men, forced out at late business meetings, drinking away their stress. It was good to experience the balance and peer into the less visible and loud parts of Korea. 

Like, as I write this, three ladies, by the koi filled, lotus scattered pond, under the traditionally painted gazebo, at first I saw them share lunch, cross legged, passing little bowls of fruit and sides, then, having proceeded to walk the hillside of the park, carefully pluck specific plants…herbs…greens? Now they are sorting them and softly chatting to each other. One of them smiled a “Hi,” as she slipped back in forth in front of my stolen bench. 

[tinasventures]

At Jeongbalsan. Gyeonggi-do, South Korea.