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[K-Traveler] Gift from Sanmagiyet-gil

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Gift from Sanmagiyet-gil

 

By Kwon Ki-ae (Alumna of Travel Academy Season 3) 

 

Today was the day that I was immersed in the joy and bliss of volunteer works. 

 

In order to offer helping hands to short-handed farming villages with several other volunteers, I visited a potato patch in Goesan, North Chungcheong Province. At the patch, I could still smell the clean, fresh early morning air.

Over the bright car window, I then spotted a bunch of potatoes, which reminded me of Kim Dong-in¡¯s novel ¡°Potato.¡±

The novel¡¯s protagonist was Bok-nyeo, who was an upright girl born in an impoverished farmhouse. Set in the 1920s, the unfortunate, burdensome reality and circumstances of the Joseon Dynasty viciously suppressed her, eventually leading her to face death.

While I tried to erase the tragic plotline from my head, the bus had us arrive at Goesan, where a pine grove welcomed us. 

 

All the way to the county, I was imagining myself squatting on a small, round cushion and gently digging potatoes with a hoe as if I were cuddling a baby.

However, it was red-yellow potatoes already sitting on the soil in a row, greeting us with its crystal-like smiles. 

 

That was when I realized, I had not been catching up with the modernization of farming, and was, in fact, far behind the present of agriculture.

A machine named ¡°ground crop harvester¡± was adjusting itself accordingly to the depth of the potato field, rolling its four wheels. Along the path the machine moved, glowing potatoes popped up.

It was my first encounter with the machine, and I was very much amazed. The leader of our volunteer group also seemed to be as amused as I was, as he quickly hopped onto the machine to learn how to operate it.

In a single spin, potatoes piled up, and in another spin, there was another batch of potatoes lined up.

We diligently followed the harvester to pick up the potatoes it had spitted out.

For snack, we had ice-cold watermelon and potatoes steamed in a thick cauldron, as sweet as honey. It was also one of the many experiences that urbanites cannot easily share. Those mid-day treats had us forget the scorching heat waves of over 30 degrees Celsius.

After picking up a bunch of potatoes, we headed to the Sanmagiyet-gil, a go-to place in Goesan. 

 

An old monument stood in front of the road, signaling its entrance. As a guide to the Goesan Dam located in the center of the Korean Peninsula, the monument demonstrated the age-old history of the dam, which stands as the very first dam built with homegrown technology in 1957.

Sanmagiyet-gil is an old trail that leads to the mountain village Sanmaki. A cruise ferry was waiting on the left of the trail to take visitors to the Yeonhahyup Cloud Bridge.

Strolling along this old road, we found ourselves breathing the cool breeze blowing through the dense leaves amid the warm weather. The closely packed leaves cooled off our sweat and kept us calm by creating shades.

We then crossed a wobbly footbridge that went across the forest. Despite the mindful steps we took, we could feel a sudden rush of excitement and fear when the bridge shook even an inch.

Thinking back of our trip today, the potatoes, which we helped local farmers harvest and donate to a welfare center for the disabled, had me learn the true meaning of fruitful labor once again.

The Sanmagiyet-gil, an increasingly popular tourist spot these days, gave me a catharsis that helped me forget the sweat that soaked my shirt at the potato patch. It was an old path that I wished to get a chance to stroll again sometime along with the birds that welcomed me today.

The excessive heat waves had all of us drenched with sweat; however, they also reminded me of how healthy I was to work under the scorching sun. I was glad that I could offer even the tiniest help in harvesting this year¡¯s crop. In return, I was offered the time to take a mental and physical break. 

Thinking of those who would be happy to receive our help made my joy double and even triple. Looking back, I realized that today was the day we had exchanged gifts. A synonym for ¡°gift¡± is ¡°present,¡± which is a word that is also defined as ¡°existing now.¡±

We were able to enjoy our ¡°presents¡± as we have our ¡°now¡±s, and we have ¡°others¡± because we have presents to exchange.

¡°Hell is other people,¡± said French philosopher Jean-Paul Satre. However, I believe in the opposite: It is when we think about others and consider having relations with other people as a blessing that we come to lay hands on the true joy of life. I find that to be my heaven or happiness.  


(This article is translated from Korean to English by Ha eun Lee)