Commuters, await

20181020_103902 Just waiting

Advertisements

This bus, is number one!

20180821_150511 (The bus is number one!)

Teenagers

20180516_162952 (Teenagers)

Entitled

IMG_20180211_192013 Even more Entitled

If so entitled, why take the bus?

It’s just too hot, bring on fan death

Weather30-july-2012

Sweltering. It’s stinkingly hot where I live. Korea is under a high pressure anti-cyclone at the moment. This might have something to do with what’s known as ‘the rainy season’ here in Korea. If it’s not hot and humid, it’s raining and humid. Fun times. Sadly my landlord refuses to install an air conditioner. This means I have to resort to using a conventional fan on myself during the times I’m at home.

IMG_20120804_132959Never was relief felt more than when I step onto the bus from running down to the bus stop. Torrents of icy, chilly air seem to flow out of the door of the bus and onto the place where I alight.

I’ve also noted that if it wasn’t for the humidity levels it would be much more comfortable. At night I leave the fan on. It’s gotten so bad that I’ve had to direct the wave of air from the fan over my head and upper body. Bucking local superstition while keeping cool. Yay.

Today’s weather in Asan, South Korea.

Bus tours, to the picnic table

image

It has to be the strangest place to have slept, but I’m not sure if I slept at all. Public sleeping isn’t at all an unusual sight in Korea. On the way to the World Expo in Yeosu, the bus had parked at around 3am, and without announcement, and more of a necessity, the entire busload of tourists went to sleep. I came to the drowsy, pain-induced realisation that I had to get off of the bus to sleep. Parked at a rest stop, the facilities had it’s allotment of picnic style tables. Choosing one, I initially put the hood of my rain jacket over my face (it was too suffocating) so instead moved it aside so that only my mouth was uncovered. The rest of face, namely my left eye, was covered from the overhead lighting. Apparently I did sleep for a time as my wife made occasional trips from the bus, to check up on my progress.

I have to say that I’ve never sought the company of fellow English speakers but, in my tired state of mind earlier in the evening, I found some America’s female conversation incredibly whiny. She was conveniently located in the next row behind me.

I just wonder if all the effort to see the expo will be worth it or simply I’d be to tired to appreciate it all and sleep through it. We shall see.

Colourful panoramas, bad for your health

A teacher’s outing, hiking up a mountain no less. It was a breath-taking vista for sure, and not because the sun was going down. Usually a man of smiles and understanding, the vice-principal commenting on the photo I just took; “it’s not because of the rain”. He then pointed to his face mask. Yellow dust. Initially it took me as being rather cynical and inwardly funny, but he was right. The dust, made of silicon (and other goodies such as heavy metals), when breathed into your lungs, doesn’t breakdown. This wasn’t the only immediate peril facing me that night. So-ju, seafood on many levels of cooked and uncooked. Followed by the coach ride back, the teachers decided to make use of the karaoke that came part of the bus P.A system. I sang my two songs, and then plugged my ears with tissue paper. You gotta die of something.