Busan Museum of Art

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Photos by Jess Sternberg (go check her Instagram out here) and the Korean Tourism Organization.

Blogging about the Busan Museum of Art is a stark reminder about how put together I was not upon arrival in Korea. I visited the museum during the second weekend of September – a whole eight and a half months ago! Oy vey. Blame the late blog post on a totally “blissed out, lazy, end of summer 2013” Dylan.

I’m usually pretty ambivalent about museums on the whole. During my summer 2010 trip to Europe, I spent four hours at the Jüdisches Museum in Berlin. It was a thoroughly curated museum, with an excellent exhibit on Jews in comic books. However, I was so overloaded with information that upon departure from Berlin, everything had left my brain. I was not a sponge that summer for anything except World Cup soccer and beer.

This time around, during my year in Busan, I was excited to take in some Eastern-inspired works of art. Given that the Busan Museum of Art is the penultimate subway stop on my journey to work everyday, I figured this would be a good place to start. In addition, Jess and Maddie had their lovely friends Maritza and Steph visiting, and it seemed like a positively cultured way to introduce the girls to the city.

The Busan Museum of Art had some pretty excellent elements. First of all, it was free entrance (great news for the frugal). The complex itself is large, modern, and well-maintained (as it should be – it was only opened in 1998). The museum has five exhibition halls with hardwood floors throughout, along with archives and interactive learning rooms. The exhibits didn’t feel too overwhelming – the average person (read: me) could enter any given section and feel comfortable identifying general themes and representations.

When the girls and I visited, the main exhibit was titled The Art of Prayers, featuring pieces of art donated by the Korean-Japanese artist Ha Jung-Woong. The exhibit consisted of  three different sections: Prayers, Evidence, and Happiness. Each section hoped to represent regret and despair, record “art as historic evidence”, and show “art which provides happiness”, respectively. The section I remember the best was Prayers, which featured a series of woodcuts titled “The Story of Hanaoka”. These vivid reenactments of the uprisings and massacres at the Hanaoka mine in 1945 were particularly realistic and brutal, as well as an exercise in gratitude on my part.

In addition, there were two exhibits by Kim Bong Tae (titled “Accumulation”) and Shin Sang Ho (tilted “Final Frontier”). The Kim Bong Tae exhibit was almost Warholian, but in a totally nondescript way (read: stacked, differently coloured boxes). The Shin Sang Ho exhibit was slightly more interesting, with bright, ceramic sculptures and airplanes inspired by “the unknown world depicted by Star Trek screenwriter Eugene Roddenberry”.

The exhibit we enjoyed the most was the one designed for children (obviously). We entered a dark room, and were immediately delighted when a series of colourful projections began parading about the walls. An older Korean man approached us afterwards to inform us that his young daughter had drawn the pictures and he had turned them into projections. This room of projections was easily the best part of the museum. We joked about the room just needing some EDM to make it a real party.

My trip to the Busan Museum of Art was perhaps more of an exercise in taking derpy photos with my friends than a truly cultural experience. That said, I feel like I did gain some real exposure to different forms of Korean art during my two hour visit to the museum, which was my original goal anyway. You don’t have to remember it all, you just have to appreciate it all.

Directions
To get to the Busan Museum of Art, take the Green Line on the Busan Subway (Line 1) to the Busan Museum of Art Station (stop 205). Go out exit 5 and walk straight for about two minutes. The museum will be right in front of you.

Beomeosa Temple

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Photos by Stephanie Pellett. Check out her personal blog here, her Flickr account here, and her Instagram here for more beautiful photography.

“There is a well on the top of Mt. Geumjeongsan and the water of that well is gold. The golden fish in the well rode the colourful clouds and came down from the sky. This is why the mountain is named Geumsaem (gold well) and the temple is name ‘fish from heaven’.”

This summary of the origins of Beomeosa Temple’s etymology is from the Donggukyeojiseungram, a Korean geography book. Nestled up in the mountains, Beomeosa, like all good temples is remote, offering a peaceful, cultural day trip for tourists (like me!)

Admittedly, I had been informed that Beomeosa Temple was “pretty, but nothing special” from a few people. Regardless, I was eager to visit and form my own opinions about “the temple where the Nirvana fish play”.

I visited Beomeosa on a day when spring was positively springing with Steph, my co-worker Robert, and his fiancé Anna. As soon as we stepped upon the temple grounds, I could feel how hallowed and sacred they were. We followed a row of wisteria trees up to the main compound, which houses a three-story pagoda, multiples shrines, and approximately a dozen hermitages, presumably for the fighting monks who called Beomeosa home. I’m always amazed at the intricacies and attention to detail when studying the colourful shrines and gates at Korean temples. I found it inspiring. Like, if someone could spend all that time designing something so beautiful, then I can at least floss every day or blog three times a week, right?

Beomeosa, itself, was lost twice; first, in the 16th century at the hands of the pyro-happy Japanese invaders, and second, a mere decade later in an accidental fire. It was rebuilt in the 17th century. These days, however, it is still undergoing a “temple facelift”. There was, in fact, ongoing construction on a couple of the hermitages and halls while we were visiting. Whoever said cosmetic surgery in Korea is just for people was dead wrong.

Oddly enough, my favourite part of my time at Beomeosa was spent in a rather unique rock field, with a quiet stream running through it. Steph, Robert, Anna, and I sat for a while in a circle on the rocks, and even took a few moments to dip our hands and feet into the chilly water. I’m hoping to visit Beomeosa again so I can follow this path of rocks up to the North Gate of the Geumjeongsanseong Fortress, because I’m all about that hiking sweat life on summer days.

In addition, the four of us visited the Seongdo Museum, located on the temple grounds. There were a variety of Buddhist antiquities, including a Lego construction of the “Nirvana Fish”, where Beomeosa derives its name from. Bizarrely, this Lego “masterpiece” seemed to be a bigger deal than the relics that were hundreds of centuries old. Just nod and smile, y’all.

Beomeosa is one of the most important temples in all of Korea, and receives extra credit for its “Temple Stay” program. While I found the Haedong Yonggungsa Water Temple more visually pleasing, the tranquility of Beomeosa Temple was a welcomed sort of beauty. My recommendation? Visit Beomeosa on a sunny day, walk the grounds, have a picnic on the rocks, and continue up Mount Geumjeongsan. Then you’ll really be about that sweat life.

Directions
To get to Beomeosa Temple, take the Orange Line on the Busan Subway (Line 1) to Beomeosa Station (stop 133). Take exit 5 or 7 and turn up the road between the exits. After 5 minutes, you will reach the Samsin bus stop. Bus Take bus #90, and get out at the Beomeosa Temple stop (approximately 15 minutes).  Alternatively, a taxi costs approximately ₩6,000.

Bound 4 Beijing

My wandering heart was not born from a family of explorers. My parents have always been content with a family road trip to Canada’s East Coast or a week-long stay at a resort in Punta Cana. While these family vacations are fond memories for me, the destinations always felt a little pedestrian. I love to travel and used to worry that I would never have the opportunity to really explore the world with my family.

Thankfully, this opportunity presented itself earlier this year when my older sister, Kayla travelled to China to visit her best friend. Given Korea’s relative proximity to China, I was lucky enough to spend 40 action-packed hours with her in Beijing.

The trip was a total whirlwind from the beginning. I boarded my flight with AirBusan on Friday evening at 7:30PM, landed in Seoul at 8:30PM, took the AREX train to switch airports in Seoul, caught my China Eastern flight at 11:30PM, and landed in Beijing at 1:30AM. This is all to say that I was completely knackered before I even reached Beijing-proper. I arrived at the Beijing Leo Hostel shortly after 2:30AM, where I was greeted with a warm hug from my slightly inebriated sister (she had discovered the bar with her newfound Australian friends). After about an hour of restless slumber, Kayla and I rose from bed, ready to greet our first Beijing morning.

1. Kayla at Deshengmen Gate bus terminal. Our original plan was to board the infamous 877 bus to the Badaling section of the Great Wall and spend our Saturday there. We were equal parts crestfallen and confused when we were greeted with wagging fingers and “No, no, no Badaling” repetitively. At this point, I had experienced the Korean language barrier for about six months so I didn’t find this situation completely overwhelming, just a little frustrating for my Type-A, plan EVERYTHING personality. We decided to spend our Saturday at Tiananmen Square, the Forbidden City, and the Temple of Heaven instead. Despite our disappointment, we marvelled at the beautiful sunrise and readjusted our thoughts from “ugh, Badaling” to “yay, Beijing!”

2. Me, at the Zhengyangmen Gate Tower in Tiananmen Square. Thanks to Kayla’s brilliant hostel booking abilities, we were but a ten minute walk from Tiananmen Square. The first thing Kayla and I explored was the Zhengyangmen Gate Tower, which was erected almost 600 years ago. The Square itself is massive in size; big enough to hold memories of the bloodshed from the anti-government protests a quarter century ago. The moments I spent in Tiananmen were a good reminder how insignificant my own problems are in comparison to the massacre that unfolded in that Square.

3. The Statue of the workers, in front of Mao Zedong’s Mausoleum. It’s so strange to think that Mao’s embalmed body was just hanging out in a crystal coffin in the Mausoleum behind this monument.

4. The Tiananmen Gate Tower into the Forbidden City. After walking across the Square, Kayla and I approached the Gate Tower entrance to The Forbidden City. We first yukked it up and took some photos in front of the classic portrait of Mao Zedong hanging above the entrance. It was no sooner that I finished my photos with Mao that my iPhone battery died. Yay for $50CAD cameras in the Forbidden City gift shop?

5. Pagodas on pagodas on pagodas. The palace complex itself was enormous. It was almost like sensory overload . There were so many halls and palaces – which one would we possibly visit first? Kayla and I worked methodically, perusing everything from the Hall of Literary Glory to the Hall of Spreading Righteousness. My favourite part of the complex was the Imperial Garden, with its 400 year old pine tree, incense burners, and beautiful Pavilion of Ten Thousand Spring.

6. Kayla and I in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Kayla and I enjoyed our time walking across the palace grounds. Despite an ambitious itinerary on Saturday, we were able to meander through the Forbidden City, derp about for photos to show our relatives, and sing “I’ll Make A Man Out Of You” from the Mulan OSD and “Bar, Bar, Bar” by Korean idol group, Crayon Pop. A very blissed out experience. Once we completed our walking tour, it was right onto our next bullet point: The Temple of Heaven.

7. The Hall of Prayers for Good Harvests in the Temple of Heaven. The Hall of Prayers at the Temple of Heaven is one of my favourite sights in the world, right up there with Berliner Dom and the Charles Bridge. It is so majestic, its designs so intricate – I was in absolute awe walking around the Hall’s perimeter. I was a little disappointed when we moved on to explore other areas, but I honestly could have sat and marvelled at its beauty until nightfall.

8. The park grounds at the Temple of Heaven. Another one of my favourite moments was walking through the serene park grounds at the Temple of Heaven. The trees reminded me of childhood in Eastern Ontario, where my friends and I constantly explored the wooded areas surrounding our elementary school. The Temple of Heaven was a perfect way to decompress and holds some of my dearest memories from Beijing.

9. A walk down one of Beijing’s historic hutongs. Kayla and I treated ourselves to a relaxing tuk-tuk ride around some of Beijing’s historic hutongs. These narrow alleys, replete with bungalow style homes and courtyards, have been disappearing steadily in the name of gentrification (boo!) which made the experience even more significant for me. Both our tuk-tuk driver and the hutong locals were so friendly, waving and bellowing “nǐ hǎo’s” at Kayla and I. The whole tuk-tuk ride felt so authentically Beijing and I’m thankful that Kayla suggested it!

10. Sharing a plate of Peking duck, because, Beijing. Kayla and I both agreed we couldn’t leave Beijing without sampling its most famous dish. We found a quiet little restaurant around the corner from our hostel, and settled into giant platters of Peking duck and spring rolls. Our conversation was minimal, reflecting how tired and hungry we were from a busy day in Beijing. We didn’t wait too long after our meal to rest up for a busy Sunday at Badaling.

11. Derpin’ strong at The Great Wall. Kayla and I woke up at an obscene hour to catch the train to Badaling. The train took about 80 minutes and offered spectacular views of the Yanshan Mountains. As soon as we stepped off the train, we were greeted by subzero temperatures and blustery winds. The weather felt even more severe with the 15lbs of luggage we were collectively carrying. As we trekked up the steep incline to Badaling, it soon became apparent that our baggage was not only causing tension on our shoulders but also amongst one another. Kayla was irritable and wanted to rest. I was eager to continue ascending, and wasn’t having any of her negativity. Kayla’s points were valid: it was absolutely freezing, our legs were chafed, we were not properly dressed, and we were not nearly rested enough. After about 20 minutes of bickering, Kayla rallied because she’s awesome. I kept reminding her every few steps that we were in one of the most historic places in the world and would be laughing about the situation in a few years. Her grimaces of pain indicated that she knew I was right.

12. A view of the Badaling section of The Great Wall. The Badaling section of The Great Wall has a reputation as “touristy”, given its relative proximity to Beijing. There were the requisite interruptions as I was trying to get my “Great Wall snapshot”, and vice versa, but on the whole our visit wasn’t too insane. I guess the snowfall wasn’t a huge draw for other prospective tourists. After a two hour journey, I finally acquiesced to Kayla’s requests to descend. One bizarre source of happiness for me during my visit was maintaining an integral tenet of my personal brand, “The Derp”. Not five minutes after I quipped, “I just want to make it down The Great Wall without falling” did I take a spill on an icy patch. This exercise of my true maladroit spirit was humbling both the first time and second I fell. I can still hear the muffled laughs of the young couple that were behind me to this day. Ah, memories.

13. Saying goodbye for another 6 months on the train to PEK. My last few hours with Kayla were extremely bittersweet. We enjoyed hot lattes and Oreos in the Great Wall gift shop, snarfled about work on Monday and fourteen hour flights back to Canada, and quietly reflected on our time in Beijing en route to the Beijing Airport. It was a peculiar moment saying goodbye to one another, simultaneously melancholy and nonchalant. A hug, kiss on both cheeks, and a hurried “see you in six months!”

Overall, my experience in Beijing was everything I had expected. It was utter chaos meets total reinvigoration. It was also everything I wanted: an opportunity to see a pocket of the world with my sister. While I wish I had more time to spend with Kayla and explore Beijing more thoroughly, this whirlwind trip has yielded stories my sister and I will be telling for decades to come. Zài jiàn!

Dongbaekseom Island

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Like all good things, Dongbaekseom Island has rebranded itself over time. The “sands of time” gradually joined the formerly solitary island to the mainland, if only to allows Koreans and foreigners to promenade along it and admire the dongbaek, pine, and camellia trees that surround it.

Always loving a good rebrand myself, I ventured to Dongbaekseom Island in mid-January with the girls to enjoy a sunlit stroll along the Busan coast, as well as to check out the APEC Nurimaru House.

The Nurimaru APEC House is filled with a lot of information regarding the Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation Summit held in Busan; very little of which I actually retained. I know that leaders from two dozen countries came to Busan in 2005 to discuss economic cooperation and that they were required to wear traditional Korean garb. The visual of George Bush in a hanbok sticks out, but not much else. Four years as a history major, memorizing textbook upon textbook of minute details, and this is what I have to show for it. Sorry, but I’m really not that sorry.

After briefly exploring the APEC House, we ventured outside into Dongbaekseom Park which offered gorgeous views of the coast and Haeundae Beach. We chuckled to ourselves about the fact that, while our friends and family were suffering through “Canada’s Polar Vortex Winter 2013/14”, we were leisurely walking in a beautiful outdoor park in cardigans. We caught sight of a towering lighthouse perched upon the jagged coastline, and a monument to the Confucian philosopher Choi Chi-won during our exploration.

We continued along the coastal trail, until we happened across a fun little rope bridge. Just beyond the bridge, below the rock wall, sits a statue of Princess Topaz, of the Naranda Kingdom. The melancholic princess stares dejectedly down into the water, in an almost Mulan, “when will my reflection show” type of way. According to lore, she was married off to King of Mungungnara, and now sits for all eternity in the coast, weeping for her homeland. [Note: I was going through my “2014 Korea Breakdown” around this time, and could totally sympathize with the poor girl and her longing for the “old country”.] 

Dongbaekseom Island was off my radar with regard to “things to do and see in Busan”, but is a perfect spot for a quiet walk (or talk, with Princess Topaz) if you’re in the Haeundae area.

Directions
To get to Dongbaekseom Island, take the Green Line on the Busan Subway (Line 2) to Dongbaek Station (stop 204). Take exit 1, and walk straight for approximately 10 minutes until you reach Dongbaekseom Island.

Gamcheon Culture Village

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Busan: The city of dreams, with its towering skyscrapers, sandy beaches, and hiking apparel stores as far as the eye can see. However, one can’t help but feel a little uninspired every once in a while in this bustling, concrete, ultra-modern metropolitan. The sea of identical-looking apartments, usually some “off” shade of brown, white, or gray, can be visually exhausting and the homogenous nature of most neighbourhoods is often slightly depressing (read: any given city block is as follows – Baskins Robbins, an Olleh phone store, Starbucks, a KT phone store, Caffe Bene, a second Olleh phone store, Dunkin Donuts, a third OIleh phone store, and so on…).

Thankfully, the hills of Saha-gu offer a perfectly vibrant outlet for those pining for an escape from the urban solitude of Busan: the Gamcheon Culture Village. Gamcheon, affectionally dubbed “Lego Village”, takes the mantra of Pocahontas (“paint with all the colours of the wind”) to new heights, as the majority of its 10,000 residents live in pink and blue and yellow and green pastel-hued homes.

Allow me to rattle off, at an auctioneers pace, the history, and establishment of Gamcheon: during the 1950s, refugees flocked to Busan in the wake of the Korean War, and established a shanty town of sorts, that over the next two decades was transformed into the village of block-style houses that remain today. The rest of Busan industrialized and modernized at a rapid fire pace while Gamcheon remained “old school” and relatively poor in comparison. Just over five years ago, the Ministry of Culture, Sports, and Tourism hired artists to work with Gamcheon’s residents to create and install murals reflective of the “Taeguk” (yin and yang symbol) throughout the village, and thus, the Gamcheon Culture Village known today was born. [Note: For deeper insights about the history of Gamcheon, follow the jump to this fantastic article on Busan Haps, written by Jessica Steele.]

After seeing pictures of the village from early December when Maddie, Jess, and our friend Marta visited, I knew a visit to Gamcheon was imminent. Six weeks later, on a gloomy Saturday afternoon, I, along with fellow wanderluster and close friend, Mary, journeyed by subway and taxi to the culture village in the hopes that the bright village would serve as a distraction from the gray January skies.

Immediately upon arrival, Mary and I began derping around the village, leaving written messages wholly indicative of our respective personal brands on the walls of the village photo gallery, performing headstands and wheels on the observation deck’s soaking wet AstroTurf, and purposefully avoiding the numerous paved footpaths in favour of bounding down the treacherous and hilly grasslands of Gamcheon. Our egos swelled at the applause we received for our yoga poses from other tourists and our sides ached from giggling as we gracelessly descended Gamcheon’s hills.

Like most of South Korea, Gamcheon is brimming with bizarre idiosyncrasies. In one instance, I happened to peer into the open door of a bungalow whilst walking down a deserted alley, and I kid you not, there was a young Korean woman immobile on the floor, encased in Saran Wrap. Like, the kind that your mom would wrap your elementary school baloney sandwiches in. Given that Mary and I are both tall individuals with long legs, I thought that maybe my eyes had played a simple trick on me as a result of my brisk stride. Mary turned back to verify my claim and the look of shock and slight horror on her face confirmed that there was indeed a poor young woman likely waiting to be devoured like a bulgogi* sandwich. In another instance, we climbed a flight of stairs that had been painted to resemble an ascending library, each step representing a literary classic. One step was particularly larf-worthy, emblazoned with the classic Konglish phrase “YOU NEED DIET”. Korea, you’re strange but I really do (mostly) love it.

The beauty of Gamcheon is that you’re basically a lab rat, running through a never-ending maze THAT YOU CAN’T LOSE AT. Detoured off the main road to venture down a twisty alley that caught your eye? That’s cool, if you go down those three staircases there, take 6 lefts, and walk backwards with your eyes closed, you will literally end up back where you started. Mary and I wandered aimlessly for about 20 minutes, somehow stumbled upon the village’s main entrance, and then pretended like the nonsensical path we chose had been our planned route all along. Foolproof.

My advice to prospective visitors varies based on personality. For the flexible, “go with the flow” types, let the colours of Gamcheon speak to inner spirit, as you float through the narrow alleys. The element of surprise upon accidentally stumbling across the various art installations is a treat in itself. For the more structured, “type A” tourist, I would recommend some pre-departure research and an investment in a village map detailing the locations of each respective village landmarks. [Note: These maps are sold at the tourist information centre and retail for 2,000 won.]

Quietly quirky, the Gamcheon Culture Village is a nice reminder that it’s always best to march to the beat of your own janggu**.

Directions
To get to the Gamcheon Culture Village, take the Red Line on the Busan Subway (Line 1) to Toseong Station (stop 109). Take exit 8, walking straight until you reach the bus stop at the PNU Cancer Center. Take mini-bus 2 or 2-2 for approximately 10 minutes until you reach the stop at Gamcheon Elementary School. [Note: A cab from Nampo Station (Red Line, stop 111) costs about 4,000 won.]

* I’ve got to keep my examples Korea specific, okay?

** A janggu is a traditional Korean drum. Korea specific, right?

Gamcheon warrior

Happy, bucket listing derps

A staircase for all the bookworms out there

Letting these colourful fishies act as our spirit guides

Blessed Gamcheon at dusk

A sample of the featured art in Gamcheon

A(nother) beautiful Busan temple

Jangsan Puppy Cafe

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If forced to compile a list of “The Best Things About Korea”, mine might look a little absurd. That’s because most of the best things here are a bizarre and fascinating variation of what is already familiar to life in Canada.

A perfect example of said “bizarre and fascinating variation” is the puppy cafe. Korea takes your daily caffeine habit to the next level, asking “why just drink your soy latte when you can drink your soy latte and THEN get your face licked by a bounding black lab?” An age old question, really.

A stroke of good fortune with my hagwon placed me in an apartment complex five minutes away from the Jangsan Puppy Cafe, otherwise known as Angel D.O.X. After 6 weeks in Busan, I figured it was time to take full advantage of my close proximity. Fuelled up from a Saturday morning of beach yoga and sundubu jigae, I headed to the Jangsan Puppy Cafe with Jess and Maddie, and our two friends, Maritza and Steph, who were visiting from Canada at the time.

The ground floor of Angel D.O.X. is a pet shop, equipped with everything a dog owner could possibly ever need and everything a prospective dog owner could ever want because THERE IS A GIANT GLASS WALL OF ADORABLE, TINY, YAWNING AND GENERALLY DERPY PUPPIES LINING THE FRONT OF THE STORE. After bowing to the cashier who graciously mopped our melted hearts off the floor, we ascended the flight of stairs on the left and were immediately greeted by a roaming black pup and an indifferent Siamese cat. Peering around the puppy gates, the five of us were thrilled to see a half dozen lapping dogs milling about the cafe’s open space. We knew we were among good, albeit furry, company.

Angel D.O.X. is a perfectly economical way to kill a few hours on a Saturday afternoon. The fare is 8,000 won (approximately $7.50CAD) to enter, and that includes a hot or cold drink of your choice, (they can make any espresso-based coffee, tea, etc.) an unlimited buffet of pastries and desserts, and the opportunity to play with approximately eight dogs. There is a sizable playpen where the dogs hang out with patrons (read: lovingly maul the patrons) and a half dozen picnic-style tables next to the large windows which offer a lot of natural light. There is even a sink to wash your hands in between playing with the dogs and eating your pastries, as well as a (likely suicidal) cat with dyed paws that struts around the cafe, hating life.

The best part about a visit to Angel D.O.X. is that there are no pesky poop bags, no groggy 3AM dog walks around your local eco-park, and no guilt for locking the poor canine in a cage when you just need a break after work. Puppy cafes are truly the best of both worlds. Note: I did, however, sit on the ground and slide my hand through a puddle of dog urine for a hot sec – truly the only downside of the entire visit. Accidents happen, people!

Beyond being cute and energetic and amazing, numerous studies have cited dogs as a form of stress relief. Dogs are basically furry angels, providing serotonin overdoses, one unhealthy world citizen at a time. Dogs do the body good, so what other reason do you need to walk, skip, or run down to your nearest puppy cafe?!

Directions
To get to the Jangsan Puppy Cafe take Line 2 (Green Line) on the Busan Subway to Jangsan Station (stop 201). Go out exit 3 and the cafe is directly across the street from Tous Les Jours.

Jess getting cozy with a dog named “Nipz”

Slobbery selfie

Comedy, tragedy

Same

Little Boo

Safe to say I was the happiest boy in all of Busan that Saturday

The happiest boy in Busan