I went to Busan before meeting C and K in Seoul. Rode the most advertised bullet train from the airport in Incheon to Busan for just 2 hours.
Alone again.
That time, I loved travels because it gives me an escape from the toxicity of everyone around me. Solitude. Also it pushes me to try to survive alone. My greatest accomplishment was figuring out how to go there from here to there at the train station. I usually travel with people who are sooo good at directions I just follow their footsteps.
My Busan trip was full of so many stories of getting lost and getting lost in translation…
I ate at a restaurant and ordered a meal good for 4 people. The owner and I did not understand each other. Why the hell should I order for so many people when I am obviously alone. Anyway, I ate everything.
Next is the Buddha temple… It was so surreal. There is a super giant Buddha at the edge of a park. A divine being who sees everything.
I forgot the point of this post.
I got lost so many times. Going there-finding the right bus station, getting down at the right stop, going to the place, going back to my hotel… finding places where to eat.
I feel this way now that I am in Dubai. But knowing that this won’t last for a few weeks is just scary as fuck. This is not my version of going away. I always came back after a few weeks before. Now, I seem to have no choice.
It is so frustrating when I do not know what happens next. My master planner brain does not have any answers now. Not having a plan or needing to make a plan.
Good Morning World!
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