I've been in South Korea for less than a day, and already been called "sir." This was definitely a good idea.
I woke up this morning after sleeping for maybe 5 hours, and it felt like forever. I'm not tired anymore, perhaps due to the fact that I managed to doze for the majority of my time in the air, perhaps due to the anticipation that I can neither shake nor ignore.
My trip was fairly seamless, with nearly no heckling from the Korean Immigration authorities. While I wandered around the airport trying to find a place to call the guesthouse to arrange my pickup, I was approached by no less than four middle-aged, chubbly Korean men (not at the same time) asking me what I was doing and offering me a ride. I was a little weirded out by this, and rather quickly assumed that they were simply hawkers trying to take advantage of an obviously foreign and slightly lost lady. I summarily rejected their offers, replying that I knew where I was going and that someone was coming to pick me up. But one of them did actually help me, telling me that I would be able to call the guesthouse for free at the Information Desk. Maybe they were all just trying to help?
Anyway, I have a shiny new fuschia stamp on my passport and not much confidence for the days to come. It's 8 am here, and in a few hours, I'll take a shuttle back to Incheon Airport, check in with the Seoul Metropolitan Office of Education, and then take a program shuttle directly to the dormitory where I will be staying for my 9-day orientation.
Peace. I love you all.
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