So, I've finally arrived in Goryeong. It's everything I had imagined. It's beautiful - small little colonies nestled into tree-laden mountains surrounded by nothing but the sound of cicadas. Refreshing.
And boring boring boring.
But, in comparison to the crazy whirlwind that was my past three weeks? It's no kidding this seems boring.
Enter Connor.
She flies to Seoul. Then to Osaka. Only to have her visa application denied. She then flies back to Seoul. Immigration refuses to grant her a visa anywhere other than Vancouver. She then flies back to Vancouver via Seattle. Buses through customs. Spends the next week at Martin's for the second time around. Obtains visa one day early thanks to daily harassment. She flies to Seoul, takes the bullet train to Daegu and then drives to Goryeong.
And really? That's not even the half of it.
Although incredibly stressful, it was actually a lot of fun because everything was up in the air and anything could have happened. And I did manage to finish Clapton's autobiography in record time due to travel. It's good. Read it. You'll like it. I hope the busker I gave it to likes it as much as I did. He seemed pretty excited about it.
And I have a possible future job as a teacher in Nepal working for an NGO?
AND...I've recently been vaccinated against multiple infectious diseases. Go me!
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Good is good to hear from you. Take care.
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