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We flew into Busan and were set up with our apartment Friday night by two non-English speaking Korean gentlemen that work for the school. It is HUMID. We are very content with the accommodations. They are not brand new, but we have more space than expected. We are trying to get our bearings and stay cool.
Our plane took off Thursday at 3:00pm and we raced the sun all the way to Asia. It was a long day, literally…22 hours of daylight from that morning to when we finally saw it go down during our Tokyo stopover. It was like time travel. Our bi-lingual recruiter, Aaron Seo, met us at the Busan terminal with a smile. He handed us orange juice, put us on a bus and said somebody would be somewhere to meet us and take us from there. Next thing I know we’re riding in the dark through a large and luminous city. Highways and high rises were stacked on top of eachother. Our eyes would bounce around the blurry noise of colored lights and meaningless characters, only resting occasionally on the sight of Roman letters. “LG”, “Calvin Klein”, “Dunkin’ Donuts (!)” After forty minutes we were dropped off at a hotel and immediately met two older Korean gentlemen who heaved our sixty pound bags into their yellow van. Conversation was mono-syllabic and mostly involved smiley gestures. They took us to our apartment and showed us how to get to the school (20 minute walk). Then they gave us a brisk tour of the place, demonstrating how to use the phone, the stove, and the television. “This must be what it feels like to be a refugee coming to America,” Liz said during the tornado tour. We said “kamsa hamnida” (thank you) as they scurried out the door still smiling. I barely finished brushing my teeth before falling asleep. In Korea. (?!) – eric
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