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Attached to the bus station, this is a Chinese restaurant from hell's basement. It serves garbage food at inflated prices, and my entree came without rice, incomprehensibly.

Since I couldn't speak Korean, I made the motion of shoveling rice into my mouth, but the woman simply ignored me and walked away. Suddenly remembering the Mandarin for "eat rice," I finally said "shin fan" to the cook, so he gave me a bowl, at 80 cents extra, plus a bowl of broth with bits of napa cabbage and egg, for another 80 cents. For what I paid at this dump, I could have happily stuffed myself at a much nicer Korean restaurant.

It was one of those days. Meaning to go to Jinju, I ended up in Miryang because I got on the wrong bus. When you try to do too much, and you're mentally tired, shit happens, but I still had a very productive day, so I'm happy.

When visiting a country, it's important that you see its second, third or fourth rate cities, for they will give you a much better glimpse into how ordinary people live.

Miryang is certainly old school. At the bus station, restrooms have squatting toilets. Walking through its alleys, I ran into old women sitting outside on old beds, enjoying the sun.



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