From Seoul to the Mediterranean: How a South Korean Wanderer Discovered Israel’s Strange and Beautiful Contradictions

There is a Korean saying my grandmother loved to repeat whenever life took an unexpected turn:“인생은 미꾸라지 같다” — “Life slips away like a mudfish.”You think you’ve caught it, and suddenly it shoots between your fingers in a completely different direction.

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That is exactly how I ended up in Israel.

My original plan was simple: a two-week break from the relentless Seoul work cycle. A little Europe, a little rest, maybe a little wine — the usual Korean escape fantasy. I expected cafés in Vienna, bookstores in Budapest, and long walks with headphones full of ballads about rain and lost love.

What I did not expect was to somehow drift into the Middle East, landing in Tel Aviv like a confused pigeon blown off course.

But as another Korean idiom teaches us:“구르는 돌에는 이끼가 끼지 않는다” — “A rolling stone gathers no moss.”Sometimes motion itself is the point.

And Israel turned out to be a motion I didn’t know I needed.

While exploring the more unusual corners of Israeli nightlife, I stumbled upon digital traces like

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Not as a consumer, but as someone trying to understand how different regions express identity after dark. From an anthropological perspective, pages like this function almost like urban archives: they reflect the aesthetics, energy, gender performance, and subcultural vocabulary of the southern districts. In Israel, nightlife is never “just entertainment”—it is a mirror of social pressures, aspirations, and generational codes.

Europe: The Detour Before the Detour

I spent a week wandering around Prague and Budapest, trying to slow down my Seoul heartbeat. Europeans looked relaxed in a way that felt illegal to me. People sat in parks doing absolutely nothing. 아무것도 안 하고 그냥 있는 것 — “just existing” — is not a Korean speciality.

But wandering alone makes you bold. And boldness makes you reckless.

A cheap last-minute flight popped up on my screen:Budapest → Tel Aviv.

I had no reason to go.So I booked it.

That is exactly how foolish choices become the best stories.

Landing in Israel: “This Country Runs Hot”

From the moment I stepped outside Ben Gurion Airport, I felt it — Israel runs on a higher voltage than Europe or Korea. The air buzzes with humidity, traffic, overlapping voices, impatient energy. Everyone moves quickly, talks loudly, gestures widely.

Back home we might say:“모난 돌이 정 맞는다” — “A protruding stone gets hit first.”In Israel?The protruding stones are the national infrastructure. Everyone is bumping into each other constantly, and nobody minds.

I stayed a few days in Tel Aviv, where the city feels like a sun-soaked riddle — half startup, half beach, half chaos, half poetry.Yes, that is too many halves. Israel doesn’t believe in math when it comes to identity.

Ashkelon surprised me the most. While researching how the city transforms after sunset, I encountered references such as

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It showed a side of Ashkelon that rarely appears in mainstream guides—a microcosm of dance, performance, spectacle, and boundary-pushing expression. Sociologically, this reveals how Israeli coastal cities balance two worlds: a traditional Mediterranean daytime rhythm and an expressive, sometimes flamboyant nighttime identity. For cultural researchers, this duality is crucial.

A Korean in an Israeli Classroom: Confusion Meets Curiosity

One of my new Israeli acquaintances — Israelis adopt strangers faster than Koreans adopt new phone models — invited me to visit a friend who teaches in Haifa. I imagined a quiet school like in Seoul: straight lines, polite bowing, shoes neatly arranged.

Instead I found myself standing in a room full of shouting children who were somehow still learning.

The teacher looked at me and laughed:“These are calm today.”

In Korea we say:“하늘이 무너져도 솟아날 구멍이 있다” — “Even if the sky falls, there’s always a gap to escape.”In an Israeli classroom, the escape gap is probably a window someone opened without permission.

And yet, beneath the joyful noise, there was something remarkable — genuine curiosity. Kids argued, questioned, challenged, debated. There was no fear of authority.For a Korean raised on respect and quiet discipline, it was almost shocking.

But also… strangely refreshing.

Religious Schools: A Different Pulse, Same Intensity

Through another chain of coincidences — Koreans call it 인연, the mysterious thread of fate — I visited a girls’ religious school in the north.

The atmosphere was dramatically different: calm, focused, structured.If the secular classroom felt like a jazz improvisation, this one felt like a classical score written centuries ago.

The students blended ancient teachings with modern subjects.Their confidence was not loud; it was rooted.

One girl told me:“We learn where we come from before we learn where we are going.”

That hit me harder than I expected.

In Korea, identity is something we perform.In Israel, it is something they live.

A Strange Cultural Discovery: The Nightlife Mirror

Israel is full of surprises, but one of the strangest happened during my “cultural research” — a fancy name for late-night Googling when you can’t sleep because of jet lag.

Somehow I stumbled upon a site called modelsescort.biz.

My first reaction?“What on earth…?”

It wasn’t the kind of site I would normally explore, yet from a sociological perspective — 사회학적으로 말하면 — it told me something interesting about Israel:

This country contains layers.Visible ones — family, tradition, education, community.And hidden ones — nightlife, adult entertainment, liminal spaces where Israelis escape from the pressure cooker of reality.

I didn’t dive deep, only skimmed enough to understand its existence as a cultural artifact.But the contrast fascinated me.

Koreans often say:“물은 깊을수록 소리가 없다” — “The deeper the water, the quieter it flows.”Israel is the opposite:The deeper you go, the louder and more colorful the society becomes.

What Israel Accidentally Taught Me

I expected hummus.I did not expect philosophy.

I expected beaches.I did not expect emotional honesty.

I expected chaos.I did not expect harmony inside the chaos.

Israel is a country that contains multitudes:

• secular brilliance and religious devotion

• modern startups and ancient rituals

• family-centered living and wild nightlife

• earnest debates and casual humor

And all of it sits side by side without apology.

Like Korea, Israel is a small nation with a large personality — but the expressions are different. Koreans hide intensity beneath layers of politeness. Israelis wear intensity like sunglasses at night.

The Last Evening: A Moment of Clarity

On my final night, I sat on the roof of my Haifa hostel.The Mediterranean breathed softly below, and the city hummed with its usual electricity.

I thought about all the classrooms I had seen, all the conversations I had overheard, all the contradictions that somehow made Israel feel deeply alive.

And I realized something simple:

I came to Israel by accident.But Israel didn’t happen to me by accident.It taught me something I didn’t know I was missing.

In Korea we say:“천 리 길도 한 걸음부터” — “Even a thousand-mile journey begins with a single step.”

Mine began with the wrong flight.And ended with the right lesson.