Travel

But it has a problem.

On the evening before the last day of class in South Korea, the sales guy from the company I work for took all of us out for dinner. He called the place a “tuna restaurant.”

Outside our window, the civil defense sirens are sounding.

Jet-lagging today after the 30 hour assault yesterday.

I was here in 1996.

This will be my second visit to Seoul, South Korea. I was here back in 1996 working for a different company but doing essentially the same thing, teaching software engineers how to not screw up.

When I tried to check-out from the hotel in Brazil, I discovered the account number and name on the credit card I had been using had apparently been “borrowed” and the account closed.

On Sunday I plan to explore the Bongeunsa Buddhist temple that is within walking distance of my hotel in Seoul. I’ll be eating lightly that day while shifting my body clock forward sixteen (or back eight) hours. A bowl of BonJuk (Korean soup with lots of “stuff”) from one of the neighborhood restaurants is likely but will probably be my only full meal that day. I’ll fill in with snacks and such when my stomach feels up to something.