On Thursday we caught a train to Andong - a 4 hour journey south east. We thought it would give us a view of lovely countryside but it was bleak. The grass was brown, the trees not in leaf and no livestock. A jolly tune played as we approached each station and the train guard's uniform is really smart, with white gloves. Every time he left the carriage he turned and bowed.
A political candidate was due to arrive just outside Andong station.
When we checked in to the motel the chap kept repeating my name in syllables; Sarah.......Wood......cock......cock......Wood...cock and so on. I got the giggles and had to duck down and pretend to look in my bag and try to regain a straight face but he carried on for the whole time checking us in.
No comments:
Post a Comment