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Each Minute of His Trip Counted(Busan)

We ran to grab our food served in the ferry restaurant. There are a lot of kinds of Korean foods, cakes, and fruits. I smiled when seeing the Korean food. I loved it so much, but maybe from today on, I was gonna eat only Korean food(of course, Kimchi :)) during this trip or I could be fed up with it at the middle of the way, I guessed. I also missed my fruit. It seems like I had never eaten fruit before besides bananas(the cheapest ones I could buy).

I was eating dinner with Keiji while he said to me,” I’m gonna take more food.” “Oh Keiji, you needn’t bring a dish with you, you can take a new one there” I told him. “Heh, you’re so smart”, he said and smiled to me. In fact, it was just a usual custom we did during a buffet. I didn’t think I was smart to know such a doing(laugh). A little bit later, “Hot water runs out of”, he said to me again. ” But I just got it” I told him. ” I gonna take it for you”. In fact, he didn’t know how to get it. I started wondering how he had done during his previous times, since now it was his 3rd time in this ferry, but it made me feel stronger to believe he was like my father. They had a lot of similar points. I met a group of Korean people I met at the bus station again. They sat near my table. I smiled to one man (he is younger than Keiji and about in 40s) and then he smiled back to me. I saw he say sth with his group and then they all turned to look at me and smiled. He started talking to me in Japanese as soon as Keiji went to get this phone in the bedroom. “Is it delicious?”, he asked. “Yes, it’s tasty”, I replied. “He’s your friend?”, he referred to Keiji. “Right, he is my roommate.” I told him. And then, he showed me his finger swinging around his ear. It meant Keiji was funny(in the bad meaning). I smiled to him, but I totally didn’t agree with the idea. I thought Keiji was adorable, friendly and helpful. If he was to be funny, then it would be in a good meaning. In fact, South Korea and Japan used to have a bad history with each other, and that’s why some old people are hard to forget and hate each other. They always remember the terrible history.[….]

I loved my dinner so much…and one hour later there would be a dance and music show. I would love to wait for it with Keiji. The show was spectacular; I clapped my hands loudly although I understood nothing what DJ was saying(in Korean). It didn’t disturb me at anyhow. Most of the shows were performed by white people. I was watching them enthusiastically when I noticed that the performers and the waiters serving us the dinner were the same people. I started feeling different. Keiji told me that they might be from Russia. Actually, I thought they had talents, and they should have found a better job than this. I started looking at around my table. It seemed like they were performing in the air where people in this ferry preferred to sleep in the room rather to see their performance(although it is free). Sometimes things in this earth are strange and hard to believe. Some people who act crazily can be famous while some are not recognized although they have talent. “Life is not fair; get used to it”, that’s what Bill Gates’s said.

I enjoyed the show so much, but it was so short(maybe less than 1 hour). The beginning and the ending were so awesome. ” They’re gonna make it amazing at the start…and down…and then amazing again at the ending.”, Keiji had told me before the performance while showing me his moving-wave like hand. He was right!! It was as he said. It was 9:30, but we were so tired, so we returned to our beds. Keiji was sleeping with TV on. I didn’t notice it because I was reading a Korean conversation book. I got up to turn off TV and light. I also couldn’t keep my open anymore… I was in nowhere with him(zzZ).

The swaying ferry woke me in the early morning. I looked at my clock. It was at 5:25. Everything around me was swaying…even my head. I was gonna be sick if my head kept shaking like this, I thought. We must have been at the middle of Japan sea where waves were aggressive. It is to believe that Mongolian army ships were swept away during its invasion to Japan during Mongolian empire, and again Japan fighter ships were also swallowed during World War II at the same point. Japan Sea waves were violent. “It ‘s gonna be ok”, I tried to tell myself, and then I put my back again on the sheet.

It was about 8:30 when Keiji woke me again.” You’re alright?” ” You’re not sick?”, he asked me. I felt my head was still shaking. Yeah, the ferry was swaying…but not much. “I’m ok”, I told him. “I just had a good nice sleep and don’t want to get up”, I continued and smiled to him. “You’re gonna have a breakfast with me now?”, he asked. His face told me he was hungry. I made him wait for me. “Yeah”, I replied and went to the breakfast with him without washing my face, teeth…and of course, in my sleeping clothes. “You don’t eat much”, he said to me. In fact, I didn’t feel comfortable to sway with the ferry. It was my first time on the water and maybe I didn’t get used to it, I guessed. I just didn’t want to eat anything.

The ferry was approaching the Busan Terminal, so we queued up to get out of the ferry. We waited for a few minute when we could get out, and then suddenly I saw he run. Keiji ran in the crowd. He was too quick for me to catch up because I had a big backpack behind. He turned back looking at me, and then he kept running… I wouldn’t forget that face. He could have only 4 hours in Busan. The time was too short to enjoy the journey. It seemed like each minute of his journey was counted…3..2..1..0  he had to turn back and took a ferry back to Japan. I started realizing what a trip was meant. I had thought 4 hours spending abroad couldn’t be called a journey, but now he changed this concept. I was in the middle of a long line at immigration department where Keiji got out firstly. I felt so guilty to make him wait for me, to waste his time. It seemed it was no use. He ran to save his time and ended up waiting for me.

“Sorry, Keiji to make you wait for me”, I said to him. “Oh no, no, it’s ok”, he smiled and said. “I was quick, wasn’t I?” “Now we’re gonna go to Busan station”, he told me. We was walking so fast when I watched the Busan view around. I felt like, ” I did it!!”. Yesterday Japan, today South Korea. Every view coming into my eyes was different. I didn’t understand what was writing on the street… it was all written in Korean. We reached the station, and it was also a place where we had to separate our own way. Good bye, Keiji…and thank you for everything so far. I loved this journey along with you. From today on, I didn’t know whether I would be able to find a good accompanist like you.  I didn’t think I would always be lucky to find good friends during this trip.

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