Busan Part III

Sun 7/3, day 18

We were really excited to go to church with the Collins. We got to church early and so Dan stayed behind while the rest of us went along the water front looking out at the Pacific Ocean. It was a strange reality that we had just been over 5,000 miles on the other side of the Pacific at Land’s End. It looked amazing and ominous. We were still jet lagging and the gray cloudy hazy rainy day reflected the state of our brains and bodies.




Various dogs and their owners down by the ocean/river. Yes, those are pink puff tails.

Redeemer International Church is made up of mainly English speakers from all over the world. Dan is the pastor and we haven’t heard him preach in about four years. It’s always intimidating for me to go into a new church. I’m not exactly sure why because I have done it a lot. I get all shy and I hide in my journal, drawing or recording my nervous thoughts. I wanted to do interviews, but it takes a lot to work up to that and I was having a shy day, so even though it would have been pretty easy to talk to people, I didn’t. We stayed after for a potluck and I even waited in line with the men to get my food. Normally kids and women went first. Not for me today. There was a ton of great food, but it just reminded me of being a kid and visiting churches when my family traveled and how uncomfortable I always felt.


After church and the potluck we headed to Shinsegae, a huge mall, they call a department store. It took over half an hour to even get in the parking lot. Everybody was here on a Sunday. This was definitely an upscale experience. The majority of the time we were in a stationary shop. I really think that I could have spent an hour longer, but at some point you have to go before you spend all your money on paper. Mostly kidding. Or not.

Nathan: We ended up at a bookstore, and I was browsing around and picked up a beautifully printed book that was in Korean. An older gentleman saw me pick it up and asked if I was looking for anything in particular. His English was better than average and I think he wanted to take the opportunity to continue practicing it. He told me about himself – he was a retired Buddhist pear farmer and had written an essay about Africa that took him to Seoul to meet with African leaders at one of the embassies (he showed me pictures of himself with the African leaders – I don’t remember which country, maybe Ghana).