I went to sleep late so I hoped to sleep in, but woke up just before Geoffrey (heard his alarm while in the bathroom) and couldn't go back to sleep. After he left I gave up on sleep and got up. I had a couple hard boiled eggs, cheese and crackers and a banana for breakfast as I read the paper (election news is getting bad, sounds like a tossup).
귀염둥이 (cutie) |
Sarim-ro from the restaurant |
Beopsu (법수) |
teacher and kids on traditional see-saw |
I spent as much time watching a kindergarten class as seeing the place, and took more pictures of them. I even interacted a little, lifting two of them up to put their heads in a cutout of a man and a woman in traditional dress, and later one came over to me and started talking (I didn't understand).
I took a cab back and had to explain to the cabbie how to get to the post office (my destination), telling him when to turn which way. He said he didn't know Yongji-ro, hard to believe. When I got home I took a nap.
Duke, having just been fed by waitress |
Me (left) inspecting display at Gilsangsa |
But I am still not ready to drive in traffic. It seems barely controlled anarchy. Geoffrey has a sense for what one can do but all the merging and cutting across traffic is frightening, but it seems to work. Geoffrey compared Korean drivers to American saying Koreans don't get upset at being cut off. Stop signs are rare and one way streets rarer; you have to work things out. They just accept things that would have Americans blowing their horns and flashing the finger, if not flying into real road rage. What does this say about the Korean mind?
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