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I strolled onto the busy beach, nonchalant, alone, ready for some sun time…and found myself getting a TON of stares. I was still clothed and therefore not yet scandalous (read on), so I had no idea why all the looks. ‘Don’t you people have something better to be doing?’, I thought to myself, grumpy and self-conscious.

Undeterred, I unrolled my towel, stripped down to my bikini, and promptly started enjoying the sandwich I had brought along…

…WHAT!?! I was hungry!…

Unfortunately for me (and every girl in the history of sandwich eating), this was like a homing beacon to every person, of every gender, and every nationality, on the entire freaking beach. I swear. Okay, I exaggerate, but really. You would think they had never seen someone consume a sammy on the beach before and it was somehow related to a prophecy about the end of life as they know it. Β Or something equally dramatic.

(As an aside, I say ‘sammy’ now and it is suuuuper annoying to everyone (the boy), including myself, and yet here we are…)

So I calmly finish my sammy (I will not be rushed by your stares!), and I lay back to relax with my book, when I am politely interrupted by one of the Dynamic Busan volunteers. She has come by to make sure I know alllll about the wonderful sights this city has to offer. Which is fine. Unnecessary, but kind. And her job. And her English was really good and I think maybe she wanted to practice a little.

Or so I thought (duh duh duuuuuhh).

At the soonest possible moment that politeness would allow, she proceeds to ask me if I am “here” alone. I am unsure how to answer. Is ‘here’ referring to the country, the city, or the beach!? We had just been talking about Busan and she had asked how long I had been in Korea, so I assumed she must mean city or country.

beach south korea

“Ummmm…I’m here with my husband” (the boy and I had been going with this for easeΒ because live-in boyfriend is not really a thing here).

“Oh!”, she says, “Is that your husband there, then?”. She points, I turn, and there – at least FIVE meters away – is an older – not hot older, or even maybe-I-have-dated-quite-older-before-and-would-not-think-that-is-crazy-unrealistic older, you guys, but older, unhealthy-looking, otherwise non-descript foreign dudeΒ  of undetermined nationality (except white – to match me, of course).

Is that my husband!?! What the hell!?!?!

And then it hits me. The stares. The inquiry. It’s not because I’m foreign or because I’m eating a sammy on the beach. It’s not even because I’m a woman in a bikini (except for those young Russian dudes’ looks – those were probably the combination of foreigner plus bikini). It’s because I am a woman, unescorted, on the beach. Let that sink in for a minute, will you?

As you can imagine if you know me (or women!) at all, my immediate thought was:

WHERE THE HELL AM I!?!! But seriously, where am I? Is this real life? How did I get here? What is happening right now?

This refrain plays in my head over and over for the next half an hour while I digest this news, start looking around a little more, and realize that I am the only female (probably the only person aside from ‘my mister’ over yonder) there alone. I am also one of the few in a bikini, which doesn’t help, I’m sure. Le. Sigh.

Perhaps I am overreacting. Maaaayyybbeee these things combined had nothing to do with me being alone. But I doubt it. The reality for women in this country so completely frustrates me some days that I cannot even determine how to appropriately respond to it. Yet it would never in a million years occur to me that there might be something alarming (or at the very least, strange) about going to the beach alone. Lesson learned, Korea, lesson learned.

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Also of interesting note from my day: Koreans don’t wear swimsuits at the beach (which is why I mention the bikini thing a few times). They, for the most part, swim in their clothing. All of it. Or at least varying degrees of it. I saw some girls wearing LAYERS into the sea. Denim shorts, tee shirt, button up over top. Into the sea. I do not understand. Even many of the boys wear shorts and tees or tanks. It’s not a totally gendered thing, it’s an everyone thing. No wonder I was having such difficulty finding a swim suit!

A woman, alone on the beach, in a bikini. They probably thought I was my own promotional billboard…if you catch my drift :-/

What say you, fellow expats and Koreans alike? Am I crazy? Or is this a thing??

2 Comments on At the Beach

  1. Karen Rowe
    July 15, 2013 at 4:43 am (4 years ago)

    I like the furtive picture taking… TO PROVE YOUR POINT!!

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    • gitanacynd
      July 15, 2013 at 6:16 am (4 years ago)

      Hahaha so you noticed that, eh!?!? ;-D I had to!

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