It really is easy than it appears: the whole getting places and doing things in a country where you have no idea what is said to you or any of the writing on any walls. One just marches right up to the marked ticket window at the bus station and announces your destination. The teller hands you a ticket and points to a bus and you just wait for them to wave you aboard. I am finding there are some perks to standing out in the crowd ALWAYS. And after a not too confusing journey we arrived at the Gangin Celedon (blue clay) cultural festival which we discovered was "Foreigner Day" which seemed to mean nothing more than free admission but that was enough for us. We each participatied in throwing a pot with the assistance of a few very eager Koreans, traditional wood printmaking on rice paper, and the essential chicken on a stick. I helped my friend pick out the perfect phallus shot glass which in itself made the journey well worth while. The trip was long but as my companion reminded me, commuting is only hours between you and an incredible experience. For those that know me well would not be surprised to know that I actually and accidentally left my camera upon the bus on our way back to Suncheon. Not realizing this until I got home, I had a Korean co-teacher call the bus station in the feeble attempt to see if it had somehow been turned in to the lost and found. Would you believe it? It was. The bus driver even called to make sure I got my camera back! I think Amy and Korea are going to get along just fine.
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