Travel

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.

• hear that raucous alarm clock;
• use one of these paper thin bath towels;
• sneak a coffee out of the buffet breakfast because there’s none elsewhere; or
• wait for hours at a crowded airport gate before sitting for hours in a full airplane, and then wait a whole fricken’ hour at the luggage carousel where everyone jams up front even though the bags coming out aren’t from their flight.

For a while, that is.