The Road Trip hath ended, but the 'tour goes on.



Yep, it's been a while since the Asatour van rolled into my parents' driveway, where I'd started out months earlier with a half-dozen eggs and a mess of ham in my stomach. I already wrote up an "afterword" entry once, but it go losted. So, here we go again!

I left Jackson Mississippi the morning after my last update, and headed up through Memphis, and back into Kentucky. I arrived there Wednesday night. Pretty uneventful little stretch there.

Over the next couple of days I pretty much had to completely throw myself into preparing to head here to Korea. I did find time to visit my old University, scaring up some ghosts in the process, and to be interviewed by the local paper. On Saturday, my parents drove me to Nashville, and on Sunday I began flying to Korea.

Somewhere out on the road it hit me (what would probably be obvious to everyone else) that Asatour, without taking anything away from the 7 thousand miles I drove over a 3 month period, is more than just a road trip. It's a word that sums up the adventure of my life. It doesn't end just because my summer of freedom has passed, but goes on and on with each new place I visit, and with each new face I see.

So, with that in mind, greetings from Korea!

I wish I liked it better here. Not really fond of the place so far. Maybe when this unnatural heat wave is over I will feel better about being here, but right now... well, I'm not terribly happy.

it's fascinating in some regards. Many things I was told about Korea simply aren't true. For example, the entire place does not smell like kimchi. As far as I can tell, kimchi doesn't really have a smell at all. I've had it served to me, although I can't bring myself to eat it.

The Koreans are culturally a society of law-abiding people. So much so that they will not bend a rule. Not for ANYONE. If it's against their vision of the rules, it's not going to happen....

except when it comes to driving. These people are maniacs when they're behind the wheel. One wonders why the bother painting the lines on the road; it seems like a waste of paint as no one actually pays any attention to them at all. It's not unusual for a taxi or bus to drive through town straddling the dotted line in between lanes at excessively high speeds. I've actually gotten to where I don't even notice most of the time.

They're a kind, friendly people, though. The bowing thing is kinda fun, too. Hopefully, once the weather changes, I'll be able to get out and see the culture some, do some hiking on the mountains behind me, and post some pictures.

So why am I miserable? Who knows. It's not my job, and it's not chafing at going back to work. I really... well, I don't always enjoy what I do, but I appreciate what I do. It's certainly a big change being back at a regular office after 2 years of warzones. Maybe that's it.

I don't really want to go on and on about how miserable I am; it doesn't really make me feel better, and no one really wants to hear it. And it's not absolutely true, either. I mean, I laugh a lot. I've met lots of great people, and I spend my days helping folks.

I just don't feel like I'm as happy as I should be. It's probably a delusion, I know. But thinking that I'm miserable tends to make that a self-fulfilling prophecy. I'll just try to keep that from happening.

Take care, ya'll.

Posted: Mon - August 16, 2004 at 10:21 PM          


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