Mabel met us at Daejeon Station an hour and a half after we left Busan, enthusiastically greeting us with the Korean two-handed wave. She guided us effortlessly through this central Korean city’s subway system to her apartment in a bustling part of town. After dumping our packs, we stuffed our faces at Kim Bahp Nara (or Kim Bahp Land), one of her favorite dinner spots just across the street. We stretched out our full bellies on a cool evening stroll around the neighborhood before returning home. It was a school night after all.
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Kim bahp (seaweed-wrapped rice stuffed with fun stuff). |
We headed out 7am the next morning, munched on a breakfast kim bahp from G25 (equivalent to a 7-11), and caught a bus with Mabel to the girls' school where she teaches. We joined the sea of students marching from the bus stop or their parents' cars up the long driveway to school. Teacher monitors stood at the entrance to greet the incoming high schoolers and, their main focus, to check that everyone was abiding by the dress code, including:
- No permed hair.
- No makeup.
- No jewelry.
- No shortened skirts (or otherwise altered uniforms).
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School dog that howls at suspicious characters. |
As we entered the school building, students replaced their "outside shoes" with slippers, which they wore throughout campus the rest of the school day. It was test day, so Mabel’s English classroom was quieter than usual. We hung out there most of the day, stepping out for a Mabel-led campus tour; a visit to the school mascot, a Jindo-ke (Korean’s national dog breed) who growled suspiciously at sketchy-looking Abe, with his bald head and goatee; and a tasty lunch in the faculty wing of the cafeteria. Braver ones among Mabel’s students came up to us and confidently blurted out English phrases, while others covered their mouths and giggled as they passed.
After school, we feasted on a shabu shabu dinner with Mabel and her friend before heading to the train station and were soon on our way to Seoul, the nation's capital.
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Ah, you forgot to mention the amazingly slow cabbie who decided to take the long way to the train station, making me a very quiet passenger as I tried to be patient with the guy. very tempted to strangle him and take over - but we made it just in time :) -A
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