So, yesterday Steph and I returned from Jindo Island and its Parting of the Sea Festival. It was a group of ten intrepid English teachers who made the 4-hour bus ride from Busan to Jindo. We left Busan Friday and stayed the night in Gwangju. Some of stayed in jjimjjilbangs (sp?), and some of us stayed in Love hotels (Wikipedia and Google are your friends here). Both types of accommodation are....unique. That's all I'll say about that. Anyway, we got into Jindo Saturday morning. We stayed at a pension right on the water. The place was absolutely gorgeous with perfect views of the sea and neighboring islands. Everything was going well until we accidentally ordered two too many taxis to get us to the actual festival. The story goes like this. We weren't sure if anybody had called for a pair of taxis to scoop us up. So I said I would call the same taxi driver who drove us from the bus terminal to our pension. I did just that. I called him, asked for two cabs, and thought everything was good. I was feeling pretty good about myself actually because this was one of the easier phone conversations I've had with a Korean. Anyway, a few minutes go by and the lady who runs the pension tells us that she has already arranged transportation for us. Okay, so we'll just call the other driver back and cancel. You know, "aniyo". We ended up calling him three separate times just to make sure he understood. We spit every 'no', 'aniyo', 'cancel', and generic request-cancelling Korean phrase we could at him. We thought we were good. We weren't. On the way to the festival, the taxi driver calls me. I ignore it because, really, if he didn't understand the first three times, he won't understand the next three times. So, he tries 4 more times to get a hold of me. I still ignore, and we all enjoy the Parting of the Sea Festival. It was great fun. There was food, drink, laughs, more drink, and even carnival style rides. Also, the sea parted. Okay, so we finish up at the festival and head back into downtown Jindo to get some dinner and pick up some drinks for the pension party. While waiting for our transportation, I get another phone call. I decide to answer, but instead of a Kimchi fried berating, the person on the other end asks to speak with Kasim, one of my comrades. Long story short, the taxi driver has been complaining to the pension even going so far as to demand a fare from us. Yeah. Okay. We make it back to the pension and we're in the clear. The taxi driver isn't there waiting for us with metal chopsticks and a machete, as some of us were hoping. Everything was sorted out (Thanks Kasim! I'm stealing some of your pictures). We're good. GAME OF DEATH!
Anyway, this was a ridiculously awesome trip with great fun and equally great people. Check it out....
Gotta gotta get up get down.
This is awesome.
Watch the sneakers, b.
Titanic!
Sea Walkin'.








