September 2, 2008
Gilligan’s Island
Last weekend we decided to go on an adventure to some island off the western coast, toward China. After traveling 2 hours on the subway, and an hour on a boat, we arrived on a remote island with a sandy beach. Just enjoy the pictures which really aren’t in order.
Anyhow, the best story of the whole trip was that a very nice man owned the “hotel” we stayed at. He use to be a history teacher, so we found an automatic bond. He didn’t speak much English; about as much as I speak Korean. Over a cup of pixie stick coffee, we shared stories with the use of a dictionary. I looked up the words I wanted to say in English and pointed to the translation in Korean, and vice versa. I didn’t have the heart to tell him though, that his “hotel” sucked, there was no hot water and my back was really sore. Anyhow, we didn’t have to check out until our bus was coming to pick us up, and we really didn’t know when that would be anyway. But, as I went back to get my things I saw that he was treating all of his neighbors to lunch. We were the only tourists in town that weekend and he was the only hotel that made any money. Witnessing that act of kindness made the whole weekend worth it. However next time, I am staying at a hotel with western beds and I’m bringing my own pillow. (Oh yeah, I forgot, I don’t have one. )
Gilligan’s Island
Last weekend we decided to go on an adventure to some island off the western coast, toward China. After traveling 2 hours on the subway, and an hour on a boat, we arrived on a remote island with a sandy beach. Just enjoy the pictures which really aren’t in order.
Anyhow, the best story of the whole trip was that a very nice man owned the “hotel” we stayed at. He use to be a history teacher, so we found an automatic bond. He didn’t speak much English; about as much as I speak Korean. Over a cup of pixie stick coffee, we shared stories with the use of a dictionary. I looked up the words I wanted to say in English and pointed to the translation in Korean, and vice versa. I didn’t have the heart to tell him though, that his “hotel” sucked, there was no hot water and my back was really sore. Anyhow, we didn’t have to check out until our bus was coming to pick us up, and we really didn’t know when that would be anyway. But, as I went back to get my things I saw that he was treating all of his neighbors to lunch. We were the only tourists in town that weekend and he was the only hotel that made any money. Witnessing that act of kindness made the whole weekend worth it. However next time, I am staying at a hotel with western beds and I’m bringing my own pillow. (Oh yeah, I forgot, I don’t have one. )
