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This recanting of our penultimate night in Korea before our Greece vacation could very well be a study in assumptions, communication gap, prejudice - or, another way to put it: How an Easy, Simple Thing Can Go So Wrong.

The second to last night of Korea found JJ and I standing on the sidewalk in front of our building with two of our friends and coworkers; Lisa, a teacher from England, and Rita, a Korean, but raised in Austrailia. Lisa was with us to take a lamp and to say goodbye, and Rita was there to pick up some items she had purchased from us. In total, we were all down by the street, as not only were Jen, Rita and myself trying to hail a cab to bring Rita and her two bags of purchased belongings to her apartment, but we were going with her, along with our one full-sized suitcase, and two smaller carry-ons, as she had graciously agreed to store those items for us whilst we were vacationing in Greece. Rita lives one and a half blocks away from us; the minimum cab fare is roughly a $1.90 in Korea, and it would have remained so at our destination's end, considering it was under two blocks. We were prepared to give the cabbie a whopping five dollars in exchange for doing nothing more than bringing us and our luggage to Rita's apartmentment, letting us load and unload the vehicle. And so, let the craziness ensue.

As the cab pulled over from the main street after we hailed it, the cabbie parked the car, got out, looked us over, and began to load our items into the car. He even popped the trunk, allowing me to lift the main luggage into the trunk myself. When I had placed the microwave into the front seat (Rita's purchase), and looked around and saw the last bag, I simultaneously saw something very, very strange - an exchange of words between the cabbie and Rita (since she's Korean, and can speak, read, and write the language), and then the cabbie walking over and beginning to UNLOAD our personal items. Um - huh? Wha..? Whazzit? I turned to Rita and asked what's going on, and she said, "It doesn't look good; he doesn't want to take us. Let's just get our stuff." Extremely confused, since this was the guy who, mind you, pulled over, opend the trunk, and loaded up our stuff ON HIS OWN, I again asked Rita what was going on. She said that the guy had turned to her and said, "What do I look like, a delivery service?" Hmmm. Well, now that you bring it up, you DO kind of look like a guy who drives a...oh, what's the word...TAXI, and yes, by definition, you look like a delivery service. But there he was, unloading our stuff - just like that. So I looked at him and said "Ahnio, no, NO!", hoping he'd stop unloading, and take us the 2 blocks, and make over double the commission. But no, he kept going. Now, at this point of the day, I had been moving, packing, lifting, shifting, unloading, and working hard all day long - I was in no mood for a random act of bizareness by some semi-drunk (possibly) cabbie, so, I'll admit - I lost my temper. I'm only human. I went into the front of the cab, took the microwave out, took Rita's purse, put them both on the sidewalk, slammed the door, and yelled at the cabbie, telling him to get the hell out of here! That'll show him. So, he did. We then stood there in shock, wondering why that happened to us, and why he decided to not take us, after he had almost completed the loading process. The only thing next was to hail another cab.

And boy did we try. We attempted to flag down FOUR FREAKIN' cabs, to no avail. They would see us, slow down, drive over to us...and then take off in a flash, as if we were straight off Leper Island. We were flabbergasted. We could not FATHOM what they were not stopping for, until I finally deduced (again, only a guess) that it must be that we're holding lugging, and they think we want them to drive us to the airport. So, after ANOTHER 15 minutes of then trying to call a cab company by phone and explain the "two block" situation, we finally tracked one down. All we had to do was move our stuff - to the other side of the block. Sigh. So, we did, and he picked us up, and we made it to Rita's, and we unloaded our stuff - no problems. Woo hoo! What should have literally been a 15 minute operation turned into the better part of an hour. Nice. I had had a few moments of "Arrrgh, Korea!" as I shook a fist before, but this was truly one time when I was utterly disgusted and fed up with the country. Thanks, cabbie, for giving me such a bad taste.

To relax, JJ and I had a drink, talked to Rita, and finally decided to head home, as we still had some packing to do. Just before the door shut us in the hall, Rita came running out, saying "Jen, don't forget your purse!" This is the one that I grabbed from the front seat, of course. Jen and I both turn and say, "Um, nooooo...that's your purse, Rita." To which she of course replies, "No, it's not." See where this is going? Needless to say, it was (wait for it) - the CABBIES. Yep, it was a "murse" - a man purse. Wow. So, one way to say it was, I yelled at the guy, then stole his purse. Hey, that's karma, baby. We look inside, and beholden to us was no less than 5 bank books, hundreds of dollars of cash, two cab ID's - and no phone number. Anywhere. Nice! Well, we could have financed a great part of our Greece trip with his illbegotten won, but instead, we trudge over to the police station, Rita in tow, and explain the whole situation to a rather perplexed, but understanding police officer. After we turned over the moolah, and sorted it all out, we said goodbye to Rita, thanked her profusely for helping us out in our tranlsation time of need, and then exited the station two walk home - in the pouring rain. By the time we got home, it was as if we had showered in our clothes.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, goodbye, Korea.

Our final podcast before we head to GREECE!

As it turned out, my penultimate day at Worwick saw a whole lotta playin' around with my kids. We danced to Dire Straits live in class (Money for Nothin'!), we drew and colored pictures, and we ate pizza and chips and ice cream! It was an all-around fun day, with narry an open book in sight. Woot! When the afternoon rolled around, it was all but inevitable that there was going to be only one thing to do to pass the time: watch Star Wars, Episode IV: A New Hope! And so, when the movie rolled, and the rebel blockade runner had been taken over by the big, bad Star Destroyer, and the inexorable Stormtroopers came through the door - well, it was all that my little Yonu could take. She had to immitate them. When I heard her yell, "David Teacher, look!", I turned and saw her seated with her hands up. I asked her if she was one of those "white guys", and she said "Uh huh!"

My work here is done.

Just a quick update: bags are packed, the apt. is (almost) empty, and maaaaaaaaaan, Greece is sounding better n' better by the minute! I'll update more soon, but just to reiterate: WE'RE FINISHED WITH WORWICK! wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

D n JJ

Well, as some of you know, it as my 34th birthday this past Saturday, July 19th. As fast would have it, my wife likes Hooter's chicken sandwiches, and there is in fact a Hooter's in Seoul, South Korea. Like the destined meeting of chocolate and peanut butter, so too did the Shea's meet the Hooter's girls. And lo, they did make me stand upon yonder booth, and flap my arms like a chicken. This speaks volumes about the maturity level of 34 years of age, people. Enjoy the video!

I THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK this picture pretty much says it all about the true nature of my class, Delphinus. Not pictured: the rest of the circus. ;-)