A while back this went down. I posted it to Instagram, simply to pass the time until some friends came to pick me up, but figured it fit what traveling is all about and rolling with the punches and all so well, it was worth sharing.

Well, I’m currently stranded at a highway gas station in Korea somewhere between the coast and Namwon.

I planned on meeting friends an hour down the coast tonight. I planned on taking a bus there.

I bought my ticket for Dong Gwangyang for 6:30.

Great.

A bus pulled up at 6:30. It said ‘Dong Gwangyang’ as one of its stops.

Awesome.

I ask the bus driver ‘Dong Gwangyang’ just to be sure.

He says yes and tears my ticket.

Perfect.

The door closes, The bus pulls away, turns towards the highway, and promptly takes the opposite highway exit to Dong Gwangyang.

Hmmm.

After realizing that ‘no he was not taking the scenic route’, I make my concern known to the guy Infront.

His look of shock does not ease that concern. He talks to the bus driver. They say a bunch in Korean, I caught maybe half of it. Maybe.

I get told to wait.

The driver pulls up to a rest stop, door opens, says a few more things and points out the door. I try to parse what he was saying but figure it’s best to figure this one out while not continually getting further away.

I step off the bus and walk towards the station.

So here I am, waiting in the Korean countryside trying to figure out how i got here. Thank God for good friends with speedy response times to texts and cars.

Good to know I still don’t have it all figured out yet. Keeps it fun.

This is Korea, day 4 hundred and something.

And why am I instagraming this. Bc there isn’t a whole lot else I can do atm.