On the Road, Part II
Since I left the blog without giving the South American wrap up, here's a quickie. Cusco was great, the parts that I can remember anyway, and Machu Picchu is a must, but the Inca Trail is not (unless you feel the need to atone for something terrible you've done, like voting for the junior Senator from New York).
Now that that's done, it's time to focus on more recent history.
I had expected that the Korean experience would start about twenty hours after leaving New York, hoping that I would remember very little of what was in between during the 24+hour trip. When I boarded the plane in Newark, I had planned to engage in my usual sleep strategy - be out cold before the plane moved. Sadly, as it turned out, I ended up seated next to someone whom I wanted to fall asleep before I would feel comfortable doing so. Unfortunately, he decided not to sleep during the flight, resulting in my sleep being both light and spotty.
The trip from San Fran to Korea wasn't much better. First I watched a movie. Then I stared at the map of where we were. Then I slept for five hours. Then I watched the same movie again. Then there were still over four hours left to go. Wrestless doesn't begin to describe it. Needless to say, I was happy to get off the plane and finally go settle into my apartment, sleep, take in my immediate surroundings on my day off, and get started on Thursday. Things didn't quite work out that way.
After having some initial trouble finding my employer, we met at the airport. I quickly discovered two things. The first was that it was not the director of the school, as I had been told, who interviewed me. The second was that my new boss does not speak English. Fortunately, he was with another of the English teachers at the school, who at least spoke a little.
The two asked if I was hungry and, less hungry than not wanting to offend, I said yes. So they took me out to dinner. In the airport KFC. That might not sound good, but having been traveling for over 24 hours already, that was perfect. The last thing I wanted was to sit down to a long, formal meal with my boss. Or so I thought.
When we finished eating, we walked to the school van and I began my half-blind (there was a banner ad covering the window on the left) trip to my new apartment. Or not. After driving for about an hour and a half, we arrived at what I thought was my new apartment. We moved all of my things in and, when we opened the door, there was my boss's wife and someone who I thought was his daughter. The one I thought was his daughter said that she had spoken with me on the phone and asked if it would be alright with me to stay with them for a few days until my apartment was ready. Awkward moment #1. Thought: "HELL NO!" Answer: "That's fine."
The follow-up question was also a good one. "Do you like Asian women?" Awkward moment #2. Thought: "There's no right answer to this." Answer: "Yes". Response: "Oh, because he (the boss) told me that American men fantasize about Asian women. Do you like me?" We're now up to AM #3 and I've been there for less than half an hour. The first attempt was covering my tracks because, like any other answer I could've given to the previous question, mine was wrong. "I mean I like the Asian women I've met." Then I fumbled something else about her that was an attempt to fall somewhere between "No really, you're not ugly" and "I'm really not ready to hit on my boss's daughter in a foreign country."
After what seemed like days, I finally retired to my room. This room had a window that led into a closet that opened into the living room, but more on that later. It was a bed, and it was good.
For the next five days, I was with my boss and his family, either in their apartment or in the school, at all times. As it turned out, the one asking all the awkward questions (only because nobody else spoke enough English to ask them) was not my boss's daughter. Instead, his only children are five and seven. On one of my nights in his apartment, I was using the private bathroom that was attached to my room when a knock came at my door. I responded in English with "Just a minute," which, considering that the knocker didn't speak English, didn't do me much good. When I opened the bathroom door, a five year old was climbing in through my window. I was not amused, but there really wasn't anything I could do about it.
Anyway, the five days with my boss were incredibly, painfully long. At one point, the teacher who had met me at the airport said that my boss's wife wanted to offer me a homestay. As tempting as it was to continue this life of freedomless servitude and constant inability to communicate with anyone, I declined the offer and moved into my apartment at the end of the first week.
You see, Koreans think foreigners are completely, utterly helpless. At one point, they took me shopping and told me all of the things I'd need for my apartment, including the colors that they should be. When I said that I could pick up some of the stuff later (when I didn't have three people all over me telling me what I should get), they said that I was very "confident", at least that was the translation given to me by the teacher. Lord knows what the actual word was. They were also incredibly impressed that I managed to get on the subway, go change money, buy a few things, and start exploring without their help.
As to what I've been doing with myself otherwise, the teaching is going rather well. My school is part of a chain and the lessons are pretty much ready-made. I don't have a full schedule yet, as it is a new school, but I have to be there for the contractual hours anyway. I would complain, but the last hour is always reserved for dinner, for which my boss foots the bill. I've also begun teaching a class for my boss, his wife, and his sister-in-law.
This weekend I went into Seoul to practice Spanish with a South African, an American, a Canadian, and a Korean-Chilean (if there is such a thing) and made it back to my area in time to hit the pub with some other foreigners in the area before watching another tragedy unfold. Sunday was devoted to sleeping it off.
Although things are still relatively new and I haven't gotten around too much, I expect that with my 2:00pm start, I should be able to make some more trips to see what there is to see before work during the week. I'm about an hour outside of central Seoul, which is a pretty spread out city, and that probably means that some trips will have to be reserved for weekends, but I have access to some of the city during the week. My one major (and it is major) complaint outside of the fact that Weis has not yet been fired is that the Seoul subway closes. That's right. It closes. I don't get it. How can any place actually call itself a city when it's primary means of transportation closes - at midnight no less. Something must be done.
Anyway, that's all for now. Stay tuned for future installments of the blog, which should become easier once I have internet in my apartment. Supposedly I'll get that today, but that remains to be seen.