Ok, my wife said to just get in the bus to Sacheon (as opposed to where she was training in Changwon), which is where I thought I was going any ways. I refunded my ticket to Changwon (for full price surprisingly!), got back on the subway, went to the other bus terminal (Nambu), got a ticket and just made the 9:30 bus to Sacheon.
I said it once before and I’ll say it again, Korea’s buses are awesome! They have theses buses that are only 3 seats wide (2 on the left, 1 on the right), they recline and have a leg rest that supports your whole leg.
Damn….forgot my towel at my buddies place…..oh well
I am just flabbergasted that I can’t leave this city. I Missed my bus….by on minute. Not because I was late getting to the station, oh no. I was here 15mins early actually but I needed to use the washroom. I figured no big deal. A quick sit down job and then on the bus. The sit down job took longer than anticipated. In pay because the cleaners chose NOW to closer one of the washrooms. Ugh. After a min or two, I decided to find another one. Found it, was actually closer to my bus bus platform. Cool.
I don’t understand Korea’s cleaning methods. It seems they just wipe things down with water because everything was wet. I also had to remove the bucket from the toilet. Yeah, I know….wtf right? It is a dumb left over process from their “hole-in-a-ground” style. See, with the old you’re, you jittery washed your but and only used toilet paper to dry it off and put that paper in a bucket. For some reason, this bucket had transitioned into the western style but not the washer, for public toilets at least. And why they leave then on the toilets when everything else is wet (walks, floors, seat) is beyond me.
So, here I am, with 4,000 won in my pocket, nothing in my bank account and the next bus costs nearly 10,000 more. My wife is about to start her training and I have no idea how she might be able to transfer any money to my account.
I’m currently on a bus back to Seoul tonight. The plan was to stay in Icheon till Wednesday, head into Seoul Wednesday night, stay at a friends and get the early morning bus down to Sacheon. This has been changed a fair bit now.
See, my wife had some training to go to before she officially starts her contract. Her contract starts on three first but the training is on the 28th. Because of how far away it is from Seoul, there is no convenient way to get to the bus terminal, and get on a bus that takes 4 hours, and get to her city in a trainable time for training.
Yesterday we found out that her training is not in her city but Changwon(the capital of the province) 2 hrs away (I think it isn’t that far, it was an exaggeration on their part). So she gets Todd she’s has to be there instead. Ok, not a big deal but kinda confused about our stuff arriving in the other city the next day. Then they tell to have me meet then in this same city. Doesn’t make sense for both of us to be there only to travel again another two hours for me. Whatever, this process is getting tiresome.
So, now too why I am heading back to Seoul a day early.
A friend of mine has an apartment near where my community club is located. She only uses that place for most of the well. She got a real good deal but stays with get parents on weekends or her boyfriend. Now she is getting rid of the place and has offered her bed (insert obvious joke here) to me for the club. This is excellent running add I plan on coming back to the club twice a month for the language exchange class I am holding, and of course I won’t travel back down south the same day. So since she needs to move out this week, I have too come back to Seoul early to move the bed.
This has got to be the single most complicated move I have ever fire. Even more so than leaving Canada!
So we are sitting in the bus terminal, getting our tickets for tomorrow, when all of a sudden, some guy comes riding though the area, on his bicycle, playing some Korean song. Rides around the room once, then right back out. Korea never fails to amuse me.
A friend letting us stay in her pace white we wait to continue on to our new city in a few days. One thing I love about getting here is the novel ways we learn about the extreme conservatism (read as being cheap) here. We are in a building with 4 floors and an elevator. The elevator will only go to the fourth floor(coincidentally where the landlord lives).
Unfortunately the place we are staying is on the 3rd floor. So we just take the elevator to the 4th floor and walk down one flight. Certainly a lot easier than walking up 3 flights of stairs!
But wait…what we do we have here on the 4th floor?
That’s right. The landlord wants the rooftop all to himself! Only HE is allowed to hang his laundry up there to dry. Only HE is allowed to relax and enjoy the view of the city and the night sky. Only HE is allowed to be so smug and realize that the average Korean would not question his authority. I’d go up any ways but I am sure the door to the outside is locked so it would be pointless regardless.
So, this is our last night before we leave Seoul and we had a good time with time friends. Now we are heading back to our…umm…temp apartment(see here for the background, specifically, update 4) and my wife wants to take a taxi. Ok, so she rushes to grab the first taxi she sees. The old driver was a little confused because he normally doesn’t go into Seoul. There is usually a hand perv place but they will take you and when they hit the boarder of Seoul, they hit three 20% fare premium.
Now, taxi drivers are the same all over the world. The rules of the road only superficially apply to them. That means red light are merely a suggestion. Speed limits were logged at with the thought “Oh, that’s nice.” And lane changes happen spontaneously. So,v when I ask in a can, that consistently does 20 km/h UNDER the speed limit, I gotta call bullshit.
Sip, screw this guy. I call the few interpretation line and ask them to ask the driver why he is going so slow. He tells the guy on the phone that he is not familiar with the route. The translator, being s fairly clever fellow, asks him why he doesn’t he just put the address into his GPS? (for the record, all cabbies have GPS units). The cabbie told him he would. When I got the phone back the translator told me shook this and even suggested that wee go to another cab. I had already been thinking that and that is exactly what we did. I didn’t Northey making a dyad over it,, we just paid, said thanks and pretty him go. 30 seconds later we were in s Seoul taxi. That smelled of mariuana. Oh this night is way took much fun not to post this on my blog!
Thankfully, there was no further incident and we made it home just fine and still under a reasonable price.
Now, as long as we get a decent sleep, we can continue with our next stage of our adventure.
Since we are moving, and that our stuff had to get stored yesterday, we have pretty much packed up everything. Breakfast this morning was a toasted bagel with cheese. Yet, how does one toast a bagel when one has no kitchen utensils? It ain’t pretty but check out how I did it.