Sunday, 9 December 2012

A bit of Georgian


The more I travel the more interested I am becoming in languages; not really speaking different languages but looking at how we develop different ways of describing the same thing or how some languages have words for things other languages don’t.  It’s all so interesting to me, even the different words that English speakers from different countries use.

Before I forget all of the Georgian I learned I want to put together some interesting words or phrases from the language.  So here it goes…

Zeg – the day after tomorrow.  One word to accomplish what takes four words in English.
            Khvals zeg – in three days.  Literally, tomorrow’s day after.

Romeli khart – Often used when you answer the phone and want to know who is calling you.  You are literally saying, “which one are you?”

Batono – Mr.  However, it is used to ask “what?” when you don’t understand something and also a common way to answer the phone.  So instead of saying “hello?” you say “Mr.?”

Qualbatono – Mrs.  The literal translation is “woman Mr.”

The way the word color is used is really interesting to me:
Ara peri – nothing; literally, no (ara) color (peri)
Kvela peri – everything; literally, every (kvela) color (peri)
Ara ushavs – no problem, no worries; literally, there’s no black

Deda mom.  Deda is also a common expression to use in many different circumstances.  A rough translation of one of its uses is “oh my god,” “oh god” or “oh no.”  For example, maybe you drop an egg on the floor, your response could be, “Deda!” 
Another translation might be “holy sh*t!”  If you are watching a soccer game and someone takes a shot that narrowly misses the goal, you say a quick “deda!” to express that it was close.
It can also be used for “damn it” or “f*ck.”  For example, if you stub your toe you exclaim “DEDA!”
It can also translate to “jesus” when used if someone catches you off guard and you are frightened.
Finally, it also expresses a sense of disbelief.  For example, it is said when someone wields a gun or cheats on their wife during the beloved Spanish soap operas.  Or when I do something crazy like bake carrot cake.  “Cake with carrot?? Deda!”

Mama dad.  You can imagine the confusion young learners have when they learn that mama means mother.

Rodsads when and where.  It combines rodis (when) and sad (where) into one word.

Mets me too.  Nothing very interesting about this one except that it's kind of an addicting word to say, I think most of us who lived in Georgia still find ourselves using it.

Tsqkhali water; one of the most difficult words to pronounce happens to be the most vital thing for humans.  Young Georgians have difficulty pronouncing this one.

I find the different way cultures decide to count is interesting, in Georgian, counting is done by 20s.
Otsi – 20
Otsdaati – 30; literally, 20 and 10
Ormotsi – 40; literally, two 20s
Ormotsdaati – 50; two 20s and 10
60 – three 20s; 70 – three 20s and 10; 80 – four 20s; 90 – four 20s and ten
35 is 20 and 15 (otsdatkhutmeti)
55 is two 20s and 15 (ormotsdatkhutmeti)
95 is four 20s and 15 (otkhmotsdatkhutmeti) that’s a 6 syllable mouthful.

Today, my post is featuring a cameo appearance by Blessing:

Blessing’s 2 cents

The word “aba” is one of those words that many agree to have no English translation.  It is a word with no specific meaning but when you hear it, you know its intended purpose.  Apparently, the Germans also use this word and it also has to English translation, but, the German and Georgian words are not used in the same contexts.  The word “aba” in Georgia can be used as the words so” or so what?”   It can also be used as a way of asking how else is something possible or saying to someone "what do you think happened?"

For example:

Elaine: "Do you know you are going to be late Blessing?"
Blessing: "Aba?" Meaning "so?” or “so what?” or “what do you want me to do about it?”

Blessing: "I hope you told that creepy stalker where to get off."
Elaine: "Aba?" Meaning “what do you think I did?”

Elaine: "I had to find a way home even though it was so late"
Blessing: "So did you get home by taxi?"
Elaine: "No"
Blessing: "Aba rogor?" Meaning “then how did you get home?”
Elaine: "I walked"
Blessing: "You walked?"
Elaine: "Aba?" meaning what was I supposed to do or what else could I have done
Blessing: “Deda!”  is now used because he cannot believe it.

Blessing: "Do you like khinkali, Elaine?"
Elaine: "Aba?" Meaning “of course, who doesn't” or “what do you think?”

There are many other ways in which this word is used these are just a few. You have to be around Georgians for a while to start noticing their different mannerisms when they are using the word in different context.

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

Learning Korean


What do I have to show for four months of living in a country that speaks a different language?  NOTHING.

In a few days time, I will pass the four-month mark of my arrival in Korea.  Before arriving here, I had really high hopes of learning Korean, I was going to download Rosetta Stone and learn Korean better than I knew Georgian.  But after four whole months here all I can do is say hello, goodbye and count 1 to 10.  I never figured out how to download Rosetta Stone (though I did try numerous times) and I am not happy with my nonexistent Korean language skills.

My first post in this blog was a comparison and I can't help but continue to compare.  After four months in Georgia, I could have a small conversation about where I was from, whether I liked Zugdidi (my “city”) and I could easily direct a cab driver or order food.  A year later, I could have small talk conversations and if I was talking to someone who also knew a little English I could have real conversations.  I think this gave me high expectations for learning Korean.

It's not difficult to see that cultural immersion is the main reason for this disparity in language acquisition between Georgia and Korea.  In Georgia, I was exposed to the language day in and day out.  I lived in a house with Georgians who couldn't even say hello but who constantly spoke to me in Georgian.  Blessing and I were invited to sit and eat and drink with Georgians all the time and although we could hardly understand, they would talk our ears off; we were bound to pick something up, and we did.  I had to buy my groceries from vendors in the bizarre which made it necessary to learn how to ask for prices, to understand numbers well and to know the names of everything I wanted to buy. It was essential for me to learn to speak Georgian.  

Korean is much less essential.  I don’t need to communicate with anyone to buy anything; I go to grocery stores, put things in my shopping cart and check out without uttering a single word of Korean.  I don’t need to communicate with anyone at home; it’s just Blessing and me. Finally, I haven’t been invited to many Korean social gatherings so I have not had much chance to passively listen to and acquire the language.  The most exposure I get is in the school cafeteria, but, the teachers eat lunch so quickly that they hardly speak and the exposure is ten minutes a day, maximum.


I have been talking to other foreigners about this issue and I have learned that some people who have been here for a year or more still cannot carry even a small conversation with Koreans.  It sucks.  If I want to learn Korean I will have to put in some real effort.  I will have to study and or take lessons.  There will not be the same passive language acquisition that I had in Georgia.  It’s not really 'me' to do a ton of self-study so I don't know if I will learn Korean.....right now, I'm thinking not.


Monday, 19 November 2012

Rainbow Gathering

 I wish I started blogging before now.  It’s a good way to make myself reflect and record everything that I am experiencing.  Since I am only beginning now, from time to time I am going to reach back into the archives to talk about significant adventures that I have had in the last two years.

This one goes back five months.  Blessing and I attended a Rainbow Gathering called “Peace in the Middle East” in June and July 2012.  It was held in Georgia but the previous five gatherings had been held in Turkey.  I don’t feel like explaining the ins and outs of Rainbow Gatherings so if you are interested in learning more about them, google it.  They happen all over the world.  My experience will give you an idea of what these gatherings are, however.

Rainbow was the perfect way to spend the last of our days in Georgia.  For three weeks, Blessing and I lived communally in the wilderness of the Racha Mountains in Georgia with about 100 other people from all over the world.  We lived out of our tent, as did most people.  Other people only had a rope and a tarp and a few people had no shelter at all.  When it rained everything they owned got wet but they were somehow unaffected by wet things.  Our toilet was a pit in the ground and after using it we had to cover our droppings with ash so as to keep flies away.  We didn’t use toilet paper; a plastic water bottle filled with water is a great substitute!  All of our meals were prepared communally over a fire in really big pots.  Our really big pots were borrowed from Georgians living in the nearest village.  We ate our meals together around the fire after singing songs of thanks.  We ate mindful of all the people that made every meal possible.  We hugged a lot.  We made a family.  We listened to music all day everyday.  I listened to so many different instruments that I had never heard before.  The didgeridoo is amazing with drums and crazy Turkish and Iranian sting instruments.  Also, Bulgarian folk music is beautiful!

People at the gathering came from all over the world.  From what I can remember, the people I met were from Turkey, Iran, Armenia, Bulgaria, Ukraine, Russia, Poland, Japan, Georgia, USA, Spain, Ecuador, South Africa (Blessing), Uganda, Lithuania, Azerbaijan, Estonia, France, Moldova, Germany and probably more.  I had never met people from some of these countries and I loved learning a little bit about each of them.  I hope to be able to visit all of them, especially Iran, pending ownership of non-American citizenship. 

Rainbow was a great way to get in touch with the earth.  Living in the wild like that is enlightening.  I didn’t touch a computer or phone for three weeks.  I only ate what was cooked on a fire.  I washed in the river without soap.  I lived with the earth.  I feel a bit cheesy writing this but it’s the truth.  It compounded everything that I had already learned from living in Georgia.  I loved it!

Not only did I further my love for rustic living but I also furthered my love of travel.  The typical person that goes to rainbow gatherings travels the way Blessing and I do.  That means wild camping, hitch hiking, couchsurfing, sleeping in bus terminals, meeting locals and being free and open to whatever comes.  As I exchanged travel stories with my fellow travelers from all over, I gained confidence and excitement for my travel mission.  Their stories and experiences encouraged me to carry on; they inspired me.  I know that what I want right now is to see and experience the world; hearing the stories of so many people doing exactly what I want reminds me of its possibility.  I can do it and I am doing it.  After this lull in Korea, I will be off to travel this world freely (hopefully on a bicycle).

Many friends from the Georgia gathering will meet again during the 2013 summer, this time in Armenia.  As I see facebook posts of rainbow friends traveling the world, I feel sad that I will not be able to reconnect with them at the next gathering.  However, the rainbow spirit allows me to believe that I will see them again.  It might be at another “Peace in the Middle East” gathering or another Rainbow Gathering somewhere else in the world or it might be in passing as we all traverse this planet.   Regardless of where I meet them again or if I do at all, all of them made a positive impact on my journey.   

Thank you for your inspiration, Rainbow family.


Gathering for food circle

A rainbow at Rainbow Gathering


P.S. Blessing and I have already run into one traveler twice by accident.  In August 2011 we met a guy in Turkey who was from Ecuador.  We bought string bracelets from him.  All of us happened to be attendees of Rainbow one year later.  Such a cool coincidence!  I know more of those will come our way. 

Friday, 16 November 2012

A Cultural Analysis of Diaper Changing in South Korea


A couple of weekends ago Blessing and I went over to my co-teacher’s house for dinner.  We met her husband (who tried valiantly to speak the very little English he knew) and her adorable son.  Somehow during conversation, it was revealed that neither my co-teacher nor my husband had ever changed a diaper before having their son.  Having changed truckloads of them since the rough age of 12, I was shocked.  Then, Blessing told me that he had never changed a diaper.  Again, shocked.  But then I decided I had to take a look at diaper changing from a cultural perspective, so here it is.

From what I have ascertained from my key informant here in South Korea, my co-teacher, babysitting is a not a common practice.   Unless a couple lives close to either of their parents, once they have a child they are bound to them.  My co-teacher and her husband have not had a night or day out by themselves in 2 years!  Another shock.  Upon hearing this, I offered to babysit for free to let she and her husband have a date night; I have yet to be taken up on it.  Babysitting is the main avenue through which I have come to change diapers and since it is not a common practice here, there is a diminished chance that a Korean will change the number of diapers I have prior to having their own child,

Furthermore, the family structure affects diaper-changing probability.  While I have never changed a sibling’s diaper and I don’t have any nieces or nephews I know that this is how many United Statesians come to change diapers.  My "in-depth research" reveals that it is unlikely for Koreans to change a diaper in this way.  Most South Koreans have one, sometimes two, siblings and they are generally very close in age; thus, the chance of changing you sibling’s diaper is lessened.  Moreover, because siblings are close in age, the time at which they begin to have children is also near each other.  Hence, there is a smaller chance that you will change a niece or nephew’s diaper. 

In conclusion, when you compare the circumstances under which myself and many fellow United Statesians have come to change baby’s diapers to the lack of such circumstances in South Korea, it becomes more understandable why my co-teacher and her husband had never changed a diaper.  From a lack of babysitting to a reduced chance of changing a sibling’s or niece and nephew’s diaper, Koreans don’t learn how to do it until they have to. 

By the way, apparently while in the hospital after giving birth, my co-teacher and her husband had to change the baby’s diaper without a nurse’s help.  They had no idea how and just took off the dirty one, wrapped a blanket around him and waited until the morning for the nurse to show them how to put on a diaper.  I am glad I am experienced if I have a child of my own.