Sometimes we wait awhile to begin our journey, but in due time we move on towards our destination. Along the way people come and people go, but the reality is we are all solitary travelers. And then the ride is over and it is time to pay the piper. But the damn fare machine won’t accept the only paper money in your wallet. So goes another morning subway commute.
* Stolen from this old Stephen Stills song:
Subway fare? Wait a sec– don’t you have a car now?
In theory I have a car. Even insured it. But I’m waiting for a document from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs before I can register it. So it remains parked at the embassy annex. I fear the Korean bureaucracy is lacking a sense of urgency in my regard. Regardless, once I do have it I’ll likely only drive to work once a week (for my commissary run). I’ll take the small frustrations of the subway over Seoul traffic any day…