Since the girls and I will be needing to use the train to get back and forth from post, I figured we would give it a whirl on a day that it didn't matter if I got on the wrong train. I was so confused looking at all the writing in Hangul on the ticket machines trying to buy our ticket. A kind, Korean gentleman helped me buy my ticket. Another Korean man directed me to an elevator to reach the tracks. When I got upstairs, I was sure that I was in the wrong place since I was the only one on that side of the tracks. I went back downstairs and 2 sweet, older Korean ladies offered, in their broken English, to help me get where I was going. The trip went well and we are on our way!
Outside the train station
Inside the train station
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How unnerving. New experiences are good though. Thats why your there right. :) ADVENTURE
ReplyDeleteMy Mom always said that she'd learn the Hangul for the places that she'd want to go and just look for the signs. We never stayed home, so I guess she must've done a pretty good job. You'll get the hang of it!
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