The last couple days have been travel failures. Those travel days where you feel like a hamster in one of those clear plastic balls. Jimmy and I took buses all day to the art museum, but then had to leave early to get to the ferry port. And then We rode more subways and then a cab, through dense traffic to find out that the ferry we planed to take to Jeju island was cancelled due to repairs.
The taxi dropped us off at a pitch black ferry loading pier/ building for us to find inside the rotating doors a man saying “tomorrow.” However they do not run “tomorrow,” this is the one thing I do understand on the ferry website. So we will try again on Monday, with hopefully better luck.
After giving up on the slow 12 hour boat ride that would drop us off at Jeju, we quickly found a place to eat and then nabbed seats on the 1127 on the way back from Busan ( we had to stand on our way out of Ulsan.) “No more bad things will happen,” I said. But all bad things happen in threes: traffic and ferry closure only makes 2.
We got off the bus in Ulsan and Jimmy turns to me and says “where’s your backpack?”
My backpack with my PASSPORT.
A friend of a friend who speaks korean called the police who tracked it down after first saying that my chances were slim of ever getting backpack back. Jimmy and I take a bus downtown, one taxi that takes us to a closed police station, then another one that finally takes us there.
At first the police didn’t know what I was saying, but after some excellent miming we were asked to wait a minute and drink some tea while the oldest police officer in the room smiled at us.
Today I wanted to show Jimmy a temple. We waited a 1/2 hour for the 1723 to come and it never did so we took the 1703 to Eonyang where we waited for the 1723 for another 30 minutes, which in turn did not take us to the temple.
