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A Year of Living Positively-Day 238

We arrived as scheduled. My flight might have even gotten in early. S was there just outside the Customs clearance area. 

We had an ordeal getting through the city by bus and train. We caught the next available city bus from the airport, but it was a long trip and slow going in some sections. Arriving at the subway station where I wanted to get on a metro train, the intersection was busy and large making it time consuming and complicated to cross, especially with our gear. 

As usual, S was carrying a bag of papers, signs and posters. With all that, he only brought a small backpack with clothes to Japan, and his main suitcase is still in Seoul! 

In guiding him and helping him with his stuff, searching for elevators for him wherever possible and purchasing fares, I did not realize that I had gotten in a train on the wrong track. We headed south instead of north for three stations until I clued in and we could get out to get back on the north track. We got off the train where it was possible to catch a village shuttle bus so as to avoid having to climb the long steep hill in Namsan-dong to my place. It was a long wait in the sun, and there were many passengers waiting by the time a bus stopped, so that it was especially awkward having the bags and signs with us. 

S has some annoying habits, like wanting to stand in transit. He likes to take on a role of a stoic, but it really causes inconveniences. He is large compared to a lot of Asians, and has a big belly, so that he can take up a lot of space with a back pack on and a rolled banner under the arm. To have room when he is standing, he naturally stands at an exit, where he is in the way. Im the shuttle bus, he kept hitting elderly folk with the back pack until I drew it to his attention and got him to take off the pack. Actually, I start to get impatient with that and one time I repeatedly and insistently told him to sit down. I mean, besides getting in the way, he stands out and draws undue attention carrying the bright red and blue signs and being big and fumbling about.

Another really annoying thing is his denial of his disability. He has a damaged ear and is hard of hearing in one ear. He knows this, knows why and told me this, yet he still denies and tries to say that it is caused by other factors like background noise or accents. Still, though, he is always saying, "What?" and miscommunicating because he does not always hear one's words. Then, he cocks his head to hear better, but gives you the bad ear, and giving the background noise his good ear. I asked which was the good ear, and I have been trying to be on his left side to speak to his good left ear, but he likes to people on his right side. If you move to speak into his left ear, he turns to give you his right side. Jeesh! It is maddening. I tell him to give me his good ear. Then he says that, really, his hearing is fine, and he can hear well with both. What a guy.

Anyway, I got him to the apartments and let him into Y's room. Y still does not know this, for she returns next week. However, I think she'll understand. He needs someone with him a lot in this country. 

Three teachers showed up for his little presentation at the pub. The manager was away, and the guy in charge didn't know anything about this arrangement until he called the manager and spoke with him. S put up one of his banners with the aid of the server. It was a good discussion. One of the participants is an American from the NE States.

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Leon I. Seeley on July 13, 2015 1:50 PM
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