We played gin rummy with some cards that Jen Strong brought. Our group of four had June as our ticketmaster--so responsible! June, Jen Strong, Jenny Doan and me were all Js. The people on the train like to sleep so several people were shushed.
On the train, Chris came by to say that Friday would be "Jackie day" in Busan. I met with Dr. Park as he will be my host. He is from Busan. Later that evening, I had an overwhelming wash of emotion thinking about Friday. Yet I was able to swallow the tightness in my throat because we were heading out after dinner. It didn't feel like grief, more like an encounter with a mystery that stands on your chest while at the same time filling your heart with blood to cushion the impact. It felt a lot like disconnect. Being scattered.
The port made me think of Season 2 of "The Wire" (This is a shout-out to any of my friends and family who are wondering if I was thinking about my favorite show even in Korea--yes! (c;). The fish market made me think of Seattle, WA. The labyrinth of narrow alleys made me think of Diagon Alley from Harry Potter. The street vendors put Shipshewanna to shame with more interesting merchandise and better prices. I found a dress for $10.
We saw lots of people napping and hanging out in the shade. There was a giant bell. Apparently the Koreans are known for their bell-making.
*Sea slugs or testicle fish--while shooting video of these popular creatures, a man reached down and squeezed one and it squirt Mark and me. It caught me by surprise and made us both laugh.
*An octopus escaped a large plastic tub and was spanked before being returned to the tub.
*Michael began eating some raw clams which he used to do as a young man growing up in New England--when he offered one to Cynthia as she reached into the bag, a grandpa rushed over to "rescue her" from the danger. He was speaking high-speed Korean--we could only infer that he was trying to convey how unwise eating raw clams could be. He insisted on taking Michael back to the vendor to get some ice for his purchase. Michael threw the bag of clams away at an underground trash can.
We had dinner at a rooster restaurant. The soup was chicken noodle--Korean style. It smelled and tasted somewhat like sea water--so salty. It was delicious!
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