Tianjin is now a long swim away. The ferry to Incheon, Korea was great. The seas were calm and the economy class beds comfortable. In Tianjin, the pollution combined with clouds (that may be related to the sandstorms) made visiblity very limited, but the size of the port is really amazing to see. It seemed to go on forever with ship after ship carrying stacks of cargo to and from all over the world. The newest 5-year plan of the Chinese Communist Party includes a plan to double the size of the Tianjin port. I can hardly imagine it.
The ferry was an interesting language transition. The passengers spoke Chinese, Korean, or both. Even though I couldn’t understand what people were saying while I sat in the restaurant eating Kim Chi, I could always just ask in Chinese and start up a conversation. My limited volcabulary means the conversations are short, but it’s great to communicate. Tonight, I was asked by a Korean friend what I study, and I instintively responded in Chinese — such is the habit of mixing langues.
Seoul looks very beautiful and even reminds me a bit of home; the trees are green and the sky is blue, but there are no big mountains and I can’t read the signs.