I just realized I never told you about the rest of the pictures from Muui Island. Again, half the fun, or maybe 2/3 of the fun, or even 3/4 of the fun is getting there. I left the hotel and the airport shuttle dropped me off close to where I could supposedly walk to the island. Well, I mean, I did, over the road-bridge with a really tight shoulder. I didn’t get hit by any cars or fall into the water, which was nice. Then I was kind of confused as to how I was getting to the actual island because I hiked up this hill which seemed to be closed to the public, but I saw a car coming out from there, so I went there, but it lead to a construction site. Eventually, I followed the massive wave of tourists to the ferry boat, I trust you can know which pictures those were, and went to the real island. From there I walked a very long way to get to the beach, and I saw a lot of the island. There’s a beach and a hiking trail, and it’s quite nice. But I took the bus back because I was walking for a really long time.
Once I was on the beach the scenery was good. The water was really shallow for a long time. It’s kind of hard to describe the ripples in the sand, but you had to go out a little bit before you could really wave jump or anything. Anyway, I didn’t go in so deep, I only brought one change of clothes.
Then after I saw enough of the beach, I left.
Even though I am glad that no one came with me because the logistics weren’t so smooth, when I actually got to the destination, it really wasn’t that fun on my own. I mean, the coolest thing I saw there was the rocks on the beach. My friends asked me “What is there to see?” I said “Rocks”, and they said, “That’s it?” and I said “Ya”. Well, I don’t think I did a very good job promoting that destination. 😉
Recently, I found a bogart. It was an endlessly rushing river of paperwork that needed reviewing, redoing, and re-submitting. It resisted my repeated roars of “RIDICKULUS!” so I recognized it must be REAL.
I’ve had this fear that I’m going to get there and have forgotten some important paper and be sent back, so today I spent way more time than necessary just checking and double checking I have everything they asked for both in the electronic application form and in my hard-copy folder that I’ll be presenting at the university. Some of the things they ask for in the application form are not required as hard-copies to be handed in, an example being my Korea study plan. Ugh, even thinking about paperwork makes me want to cry and scream in frustration.
On a more serious note, something I’m looking forward to in Korea is meeting more people who are like-minded, have similar backgrounds, and are good at discussing ideas, rather than events. I want to meet people that have also read current data on tourism and can talk about these trends and their opportunities with me. I want to meet people who are thirsty for deeper knowledge of subjects like market developments and entrepreneurship and the trade in intellectual property. I want to meet people who like watching slice-of-life foreign-language films. I want to meet people who have internalized myths and legends and children’s stories from around the world and can reference them easily in conversation. I want to meet people that inspire me to pursue my faith to another level. I want to meet people who write their own stories. I want to meet people who aren’t particularly impressed that I speak almost three languages because they can express themselves in four or five. I want to meet people that recognize the names Simone Porter and Benjamin Beilman. I really, really, really hope that I won’t be giving various versions of an elevator speech to different people every single week.