Separate But Fishing: Xenophobia at the Trout Festival


There were Americans in the back of the bus, and they were loud.

“I’m gonna jump in the water and feel my dick get small!” one particular jack-ass told his female friend.  She laughed because, let’s face it, why wouldn’t she?  With witty banter like that, how can one be expected to refrain from melting in hysterics?  We were all headed to the Hwacheon Ice Fishing Festival – me, TTD, the man who wanted his penis to shrink, and a bunch of others.  While I found the guy to be crude, it was refreshing to stumble upon someone who was proud of shrinkage.  That’s rare these days.  Perhaps one day in the future, he’ll lead an anti-Viagra, pro-impotence campaign.

America had been on my mind a lot since the afternoon I spent with K-Swizzle.  She had flown into Korea from California to visit C-Batz (yes, I give most of my friends stupid nicknames like this…it’s a curse).  She was a really beautiful girl – part Filipina and part Mexican.  On our trip to the museum, she told me about how her parents first met in a dance club.  Her father spoke no English and her mother spoke no Spanish.  Still, in spite of that, they fell in love.  It was a wonderful idea – two strangers who couldn’t even speak the same language meeting and falling for each other.  Stories like that help me believe in ideas such as romance and notions such as love.  And they also help me believe in America.  Where else could two people like that meet and start a new life together?  Okay, maybe a lot of places, but California seemed like the best one.

Let’s go back to the bus, for a moment, before we continue talking about K-Swizzle and before we get to the racist Trout Festival.  The people in the back filled the bus with laughter and quotes from Anchorman.  One girl pointed at the shrinkage guy and said, “Can you believe he sent me a picture of his shit this morning?”  Everyone wanted more information, so the guy said, “Yeah, I took a killer shit this morning.  I had to take a picture of it and send it to her.”  The girl started laughing, looking at him with love in her eyes.

“Man,” I thought, “all these years I’ve had flirting all wrong.  I should go on OK Cupid ASAP and change my profile pic to a photo of a bowel movement.”

These were exactly the kind of people I left America to get away from.  For a moment, I thought I wouldn’t mind it if the bus crashed.  And it was a shame, really, because, after my day with K-Swizzle, I’d been thinking of coming back the States without feeling a sense of dread.

I liked talking to K-Swizzle.  It wasn’t like talking to the ex-pats here.  She had a job and a home and a reality to her life.  There was no vagueness to her.  The future was a picture she’d already developed.  Most of the people here in Korea have little concept of what they’ll be doing in a year.  They want to travel, and it’s fun talking about different countries.  But talking with K-Swizzle was like talking to an actual person.  It made me think that when I go back to the States, things won’t be all that bad.  There are benefits to settling down somewhere and being around people who are stable.  For example, I could stop feeling guilty that I still can’t read Korean.

It took three hours to get to the Trout Festival.  Once we got there, we were led by two Korean girls through the snow and into the festival itself.  People flew down an enormous slide in inner-tubes and drove ATV’s around on the ice.  There were snow carvings of a dragon and of Pororo.  Everything looked awesome.  We were with a group of about 40 others and we were brought to big tent located at the foot of a large, empty area where the river had frozen over.  To the left and to the right, the ice was packed with Korean people fishing for trout.

Our tour leader motioned to the patch of ice where nobody was.  “They’ve set this area up for foreigners,” she said.  “You guys can fish here.”

And we did.  TTD and I wandered out onto the ice and cast our lines down into the holes the festival folks had made.  The other foreigners did as well.  Some of the festival people walked around with video cameras, capturing the excitement of white people fishing.  The other ice fishing areas were jammed with folks, families and couples out fishing together.  By comparison, our foreign area looked pretty vacant.

“When you catch your fish,” we were told, “you can take it over to the tent and they’ll cook it.  Go to that tent, though, because that is the cooking area for foreigners.”

The whole thing sort of reminded me of that scene from The Help where the woman has to go pee in a separate bathroom, and then the white lady says, “Isn’t it nice to have a bathroom of your own?”  That seemed to be the Korean stance on things.  “Isn’t it nice we set up an area for you to fish and have your meal cooked?  An area all to yourselves?”

TTD and I eventually drifted away from the pack.  We saw a large crowd gathered around a big pool and we went over to check it out.

“It’s bare-handed fishing,” someone said.  “You can pay ten bucks and they give you a t-shirt and shorts, and then you can jump in the pool and catch a fish with your hands.”

Perhaps I’m not that adventurous.  When it comes to seafood, the craziest I get is ordering the 3 piece meal at Captain D’s.  We decided to wait and see what the big deal was.  Rows of Koreans stood around the lip of the pool.  We could see the group of bare-handed-fishers ready to come out.  A Korean man shouted into a microphone and out they came in their t-shirts and shorts, running barefoot through the snow.  And that’s when I noticed something.

They were all foreign.  Every single one.  It was like the “watch the foreigners do something stupid” show.  Sure enough, down into the water they went, painful expressions on their faces, grabbing fishes and sticking them down their shirts.  The audience seemed mildly amused.

Looking all around me, I reflected on things.  I felt the Koreans were looking down on us, and yet that’s exactly how I’d looked at the people in the back of the bus.  What did that mean, then?  It meant that either I had to stop being a snob, or I had to stop feeling offended by the Koreans’ snobbery.

I looked out at the people in the fish pool, shaking and shivering.

“Babo Waygookins,” I thought, with a hint of pride.



23 thoughts on “Separate But Fishing: Xenophobia at the Trout Festival

  1. Your nicknames are endearing! There are a lot of real people here in the States… And def. a lot more of the real irksome types… But, I do know that sometimes you have to do something really stupid to learn something extremely great 😀

    • Thanks! Yeah, I don’t plan to go back to the States for another few years hopefully, but when I do I’ve decided to live as far away from any colleges as possible. Can’t stand college people. I want to go somewhere where there are no sings of education whatsoever.

      I like how you worded that last sentence Hope. As always, wonderful to hear from you. : )

      • Haha – Arkansas sounds nice.

        Yeah, of course! I tend to click of people’s blogs from my own and not hit the follow button, which I should be doing…so that’s just to say sorry I wasn’t a follower earlier. : )

      • no worries. I do the same. To me, everyone has their own taste and my style definitely doesn’t suit everyone. So, I was flattered to get a follow because I never expect it 😀

    • You know, I would’ve considered it if it was in the actual water…not some goofy pool. Jumping through the ice and into the river would’ve been so insane I might’ve done it just for the blog. But going into a big kiddie pool with a billion other people…not my thang.

      I need something positive to happen soon, because I’m starting to believe that the vast majority of Koreans really don’t like foreigners. In my heart, that feels wrong. So hopefully soon something will happen to restore my sunny and happy perception of things. Come on, Koreans!

      • well everyone often doesn’t like the things they don’t understand and for now, for koreans, foreigners are that thing. there’s nothing wrong with feeling bad about it, it just means you’re human 🙂
        i’ll be crossing my fingers for your positive thing to come soon 🙂

      • Yeah, it’s tough to say why Koreans are weary of foreigners. We come to their country, drink like fish, try to sleep with all their women, and half-ass our crappy jobs. What’s not to like?

      • lol if you put it that way i wonder why too 😛 i think maybe the worst crime was drinking like a fish so you should cut back a little and who knows maybe your silver lining will appear.

  2. There’s not a doubt in my mind that the Shrinkage/shit photo guy is totally sure of how funny he is. That he’s totally unchained. That he is just right out there, tellin’ it like it is. And if people can’t handle it? Well, that’s their problem.

    It’s okay to look down on that guy. But other than that, I know what you’re saying.

    • He’s raw and uncensored. Talking to a normal person is like watching a sitcom; talking to him is like watching cable.

      Actually, he’s probably super professional and wonderful with kids. In the odd hours when he’s not photographing his turds, he’s likely giving to charity.

  3. If it’s any consolation we have people like that in Norway as well. I mean like the guy with the overly large penis who couldn’t wait for this to change. Why that would help I really don’t know, I guess I’m just saying that there are stupid people everywhere 🙂

    People in Norway tend to look down on americans, I guess it’s a political thing as much as anything else. I’ve never been one of them, probably because I have actually lived there and gotten to know people, seen what wonderful things America has to offer.

    Just felt like sharing that for some reason.

    I like your blogposts, they are a fun read. I’m not always good at commenting on them.. (..and here we see why, I can’t stay on the topic even.)

    • What? No, you rock! Staying on topic is overrated.

      Boy, don’t I know that Americans are, um, shall we say disliked. I wrote something earlier about it but that post was so super negative I tried to tone it down – this post was the outcome. Every time I meet someone – and most people I meet aren’t American – I have to win the person over, because after that “where you from/America” exchange, I can feel the negativity emanating from them. It’s not just people from Europe, either – even Canadians clearly hate us. And it’s not without reason, because, as I tried to say in this post, we can be extremely ignorant and obnoxious. In other words, I’m kind of on their side a little bit. Really, though, I’m just as bad as any American – I speak one language, don’t know anything about foreign politics, and prefer the Big Mac to most other foods.

      Eesh! Now you’ve got me ranting! Thanks a lot, Hyperhege!

  4. Hearing you talk about the shrinkage guy made me remember the times in Korea when my husband and I would overhear conversations in English and want to kill ourselves. There was one particular unfortunate exchange we overheard at a Krazy Burger where these two people were clearly on a date and trying prove to each other how they were equally-matched in their level of hipster. “Oh I know, I would just KILL for a PBR. It’s been too long.”

  5. Haha I really loved this post. I was on the bus the other day unfortunately with a bunch of Army guys. It was the first time in who knows how long that I had been around a bunch of Americans and I hated them all. Instead of penis shrinkage they were talking about the things they would do to the girl on the soju advertisment. I thought I left college a long time ago.

    Oh, I feel guilty too. I still can’t read Korean either.

  6. This post just popped up at a perfect time–I was reading an article on Sociological Images about Native American stereotyping in Kpop and my boyfriend asked me if I wanted to go to an ice festival! You might find this article and all of the links within interesting. Bloodline heritage, gender and racial stereotyping, patronizing advertising towards foreigners (were cowboys in the Korean travel ads)… It’s got it all!

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