I finally got motivated and put together my bus blog (the one I had been talking about) and called it Not a Yellow Bus. I'm so excited about this blog because I think it's a relate-able subject and it's focused (two essential things for a successful blog). To check it out and read about my first adventure, click here.
It should be known that this blog is not just about my adventures. I want this blog to be about YOUR adventures too! I am looking for more stories to post and am particularly interested in finding a few other dedicated bloggers who would like to be admins and post regularly here. It should also be known that this blog is not solely about buses but can be stories from the plane, the train, the car pool, the van share, and even the mashrutka (nebulous vans that act as buses and play loud music). So, if you've got a good story to tell (or several), let me know!
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Sunday, January 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Another Day, Another Dollar
Still in Battambang. We tried to leave this afternoon but all morning buses were full with none in the afternoon and the boat to Siam Reap had already left. So, we're here another night. And J is still sick. He spent most of the day in bed sleeping while I amused myself with solitaire, tv and books. It's no fun when someone you love is sick. You never want to leave their side but laying around for hours is killer! Of course I do it with joy though. Doing nothing together is better than doing lots alone.
Bus tickets for tomorrow have been purchased! Hopefully some photos will be coming your way soon!!
Bus tickets for tomorrow have been purchased! Hopefully some photos will be coming your way soon!!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
The Long Road to Penang
The trip from Cameron Highlands to Penang was long. Too long.
It began with the bus breaking down before we even left the bus station. It would start up and then stall as soon as the driver put it in gear. I kept thinking, "It's probably the emergency brake and no one thought to take it off." But it wasn't. And as minutes turned into hours, we found ourselves wondering how we'd get to the coast. (Funny side note: J and I have spent SO much time together that I found myself thinking in his weird slang. As I got off the bus, I said to myself, "Okay, what's the go here?" Haha. It was EXACTLY how he would have said it!)
Eventually a local bus came and got us and took the long way to Ipoh so we could all get on another bus. But it was torturous. I was stuck in the aisle with no AC and no open windows. I hadn't slept much and the road was curvier than a 3 year old's handwriting. Even the hardest stomach would have done a few flips. I nearly puked a few times.
Once in Ipoh, it was a long wait for the next bus to show up. It eventually did but it was packed once again and our entire bus load from Cameron Highlands barely fit on. But we did and i got a bit of sleep on the way. However, our bus wasn't really going to Penang. It just went to Butterworth and we all had to scramble off through the sweltering heat with our massive bags and find the ferry across. It was okay and not really too hard to find but yet another unexpected detour. Pretty much everyone on the bus was expecting it to cross the bridge and drop us on the island.
Once there, it was yet again a long walk through the heat to our hostel. With almost no water and no food (save a couple handfuls of pistachios), we were exhausted. What should have taken 4 hours took 7. Ugh.
And that night's "Mexican" food was more like "Mexican inspired" Malay dishes. Since when did enchiladas come with french fries inside and a fried egg on top? *Bewildered Stare*
It began with the bus breaking down before we even left the bus station. It would start up and then stall as soon as the driver put it in gear. I kept thinking, "It's probably the emergency brake and no one thought to take it off." But it wasn't. And as minutes turned into hours, we found ourselves wondering how we'd get to the coast. (Funny side note: J and I have spent SO much time together that I found myself thinking in his weird slang. As I got off the bus, I said to myself, "Okay, what's the go here?" Haha. It was EXACTLY how he would have said it!)
Eventually a local bus came and got us and took the long way to Ipoh so we could all get on another bus. But it was torturous. I was stuck in the aisle with no AC and no open windows. I hadn't slept much and the road was curvier than a 3 year old's handwriting. Even the hardest stomach would have done a few flips. I nearly puked a few times.
Once in Ipoh, it was a long wait for the next bus to show up. It eventually did but it was packed once again and our entire bus load from Cameron Highlands barely fit on. But we did and i got a bit of sleep on the way. However, our bus wasn't really going to Penang. It just went to Butterworth and we all had to scramble off through the sweltering heat with our massive bags and find the ferry across. It was okay and not really too hard to find but yet another unexpected detour. Pretty much everyone on the bus was expecting it to cross the bridge and drop us on the island.
Once there, it was yet again a long walk through the heat to our hostel. With almost no water and no food (save a couple handfuls of pistachios), we were exhausted. What should have taken 4 hours took 7. Ugh.
And that night's "Mexican" food was more like "Mexican inspired" Malay dishes. Since when did enchiladas come with french fries inside and a fried egg on top? *Bewildered Stare*
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Aswan and Abu Simbel
When we left Siwa, we headed down to Aswan to catch a glimpse of Abu Simbel --two glorious temples rescued from the waters of the Nile when it was dammed just north of Aswan. Unfortunately there really wasn't much else to do there. Abu Simbel was definitely just a day trip and Aswan is a serious tourist trap.
We got up early and caught a bus to Abu Simbel (just across the border from Sudan) but were a little unsure of whether we could get one back. (A guy working at the bus station said there were no evening or afternoon return buses but our book assured us there were...?) In the end, we hopped on a minibus arranged by a soldier in town and took the 6 hour drive back with a car full of Egyptians. There were two cute girls (twins) age 24 behind us and we had a great time talking. They were both teaching English out there in remote Egypt.
On the way back to Aswan it became quite clear that our 30 Pound bus ticket was a rip off. One of the girls behind me told me that the fare was 16 Pounds so that's what I handed up to the front but the driver didn't like it. He started yelling at us in Arabic and the locals started yelling back--defending us!! He eventually pulled over, got out, opened the side door and really started laying in to us. The Egyptians seemed to argue passionately in our defense but to no avail. It seems we were E-gypt again!!
Back in Aswan we hurried out to the Nubian village/island to get me a henna tattoo (not a real tattoo, just some herbal concoction that stains your skin). When we arrived we discovered that we had been dropped not at the village but at a closed museum and had to walk a ways in the dark to get to the village. That's when we met the village "chief." Ha. Right. He took me to "The Nubian House" (a reputable place for henna) but of course, it wasn't the real thing and they wanted me to pay 100 Pounds for a tattoo!!! Now way! I said I would pay 40 which after a bit of haggling they accepted. Unfortunately, the peacock the girl was supposed to draw was really back (looked kinda like a chicken) and I had to go wash it all off before it dried and stained my skin for weeks! I paid them 20 for their time and material and left a little disappointed.
But ruthless touts is about all there is to Aswan. Our only way to really escape them was at McDonalds where a police officer was hired to chase those pesky touts away. Finding a felucca captian was pretty difficult. We spent lots of time wandering up and down the corniche looking for someone to take us down the river. They mostly wanted us to go alone on the boat but we were looking to make new friends and preferred a boat with some people already booked. After several hours of haggling and being chased by those annoying critters, we finally found one.
When the day came to load up and set sail, we found ourselves a bit confused. There were more people than we were told, the boat was different from the one we inspected, and the captain had changed--twice! Eventually everything got sorted out and it was indeed the right boat, and like everything in Egypt, what you pay for isn't always what you get. We decided to just roll with the punches and were pretty glad we did. The trip down the Nile was excellent.
We got up early and caught a bus to Abu Simbel (just across the border from Sudan) but were a little unsure of whether we could get one back. (A guy working at the bus station said there were no evening or afternoon return buses but our book assured us there were...?) In the end, we hopped on a minibus arranged by a soldier in town and took the 6 hour drive back with a car full of Egyptians. There were two cute girls (twins) age 24 behind us and we had a great time talking. They were both teaching English out there in remote Egypt.
On the way back to Aswan it became quite clear that our 30 Pound bus ticket was a rip off. One of the girls behind me told me that the fare was 16 Pounds so that's what I handed up to the front but the driver didn't like it. He started yelling at us in Arabic and the locals started yelling back--defending us!! He eventually pulled over, got out, opened the side door and really started laying in to us. The Egyptians seemed to argue passionately in our defense but to no avail. It seems we were E-gypt again!!Back in Aswan we hurried out to the Nubian village/island to get me a henna tattoo (not a real tattoo, just some herbal concoction that stains your skin). When we arrived we discovered that we had been dropped not at the village but at a closed museum and had to walk a ways in the dark to get to the village. That's when we met the village "chief." Ha. Right. He took me to "The Nubian House" (a reputable place for henna) but of course, it wasn't the real thing and they wanted me to pay 100 Pounds for a tattoo!!! Now way! I said I would pay 40 which after a bit of haggling they accepted. Unfortunately, the peacock the girl was supposed to draw was really back (looked kinda like a chicken) and I had to go wash it all off before it dried and stained my skin for weeks! I paid them 20 for their time and material and left a little disappointed.
But ruthless touts is about all there is to Aswan. Our only way to really escape them was at McDonalds where a police officer was hired to chase those pesky touts away. Finding a felucca captian was pretty difficult. We spent lots of time wandering up and down the corniche looking for someone to take us down the river. They mostly wanted us to go alone on the boat but we were looking to make new friends and preferred a boat with some people already booked. After several hours of haggling and being chased by those annoying critters, we finally found one.
When the day came to load up and set sail, we found ourselves a bit confused. There were more people than we were told, the boat was different from the one we inspected, and the captain had changed--twice! Eventually everything got sorted out and it was indeed the right boat, and like everything in Egypt, what you pay for isn't always what you get. We decided to just roll with the punches and were pretty glad we did. The trip down the Nile was excellent.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Sand Land
Off to the desert! We had a lovely time in Alex (that's Alexandria in local speak) but were ready for a slower pace of life--and we got it!
Starting with the bus. It was a long 8 hours out into the desert...
One day we took a trip out to Fatnas Island by bike (not really an island) and Jeremy decided to take a swim in the hot spring out there. But oops! We forgot our swimsuits! Yep, that's him, diving in his underwear! :) I didn't get in because I would have had to swim in my clothes (wasn't willing to strip) and there was a police officer there trying to coax me in but he gave me the creeps.
We also biked out to the Temple of the Oracle--the same oracle that Alexander the Great consulted with and used to confirm himself a deity and therefore pharaoh. A very important historical site.
And the next night we went out to the Mountain of the Dead. It sounds like a bad horror film title but it's really just a big hill covered with tombs--maybe 100+? Some had really nice reliefs and multiple rooms. It was hot but nice and we sat on top the mountain watching and waiting for the sunset. It never ceases to amaze me how much time can pass while we talk. We had to have waited about 3 hours for that sun to set... He's a cool guy. Really.
After the came ride, it was goodbye Siwa and hello Aswan! But not until we spent another two nights/days on trains and busses...
Starting with the bus. It was a long 8 hours out into the desert...
One day we took a trip out to Fatnas Island by bike (not really an island) and Jeremy decided to take a swim in the hot spring out there. But oops! We forgot our swimsuits! Yep, that's him, diving in his underwear! :) I didn't get in because I would have had to swim in my clothes (wasn't willing to strip) and there was a police officer there trying to coax me in but he gave me the creeps.
We also biked out to the Temple of the Oracle--the same oracle that Alexander the Great consulted with and used to confirm himself a deity and therefore pharaoh. A very important historical site.
And the next night we went out to the Mountain of the Dead. It sounds like a bad horror film title but it's really just a big hill covered with tombs--maybe 100+? Some had really nice reliefs and multiple rooms. It was hot but nice and we sat on top the mountain watching and waiting for the sunset. It never ceases to amaze me how much time can pass while we talk. We had to have waited about 3 hours for that sun to set... He's a cool guy. Really.
After the came ride, it was goodbye Siwa and hello Aswan! But not until we spent another two nights/days on trains and busses...
Sunday, October 19, 2008
JOY to the world!
Reasons to be joyful:
1. I survived the bus ride to Hopa, Turkey from Erzurum. Holy cow. Miraculously, I didn't get sick until the very end. Our driver hurled our bus up and down perilously steep cliffs next to infinitely deep ravines (yes, at times the bottom was too far away to see) all the while speeding up as he rounded corners and passed cars in oncoming traffic. On one lane roads. With rock cliffs on the other side. I survived 6 hours of this.
2. We made it in to Georgia last night without many problems (though there was some minor confusion as to why people with anything other than a Turkish visa would cross the border in Georgia). My visa was free but Jeremy--poor guy--had to pay $60 for his. Ouch! And the sucky thing is that he'll have to buy a second one on the way back from Armenia. But mine was fee. So I'm happy.
3. My pension money from Korea finally came in which means that I won't have to leave J at the end of October and instead I can continue traveling for another month or two. Yay!!
4. Georgia is BEAUTIFUL and the people are NICE! Who would have thought? After all the miscreants and vultures we met in Kyrgyzstan, Turkey, India, and Pakistan, I was beginning to wonder if all the nice people in Asia had been corralled and held against their will somewhere.
5. My student loan has been deferred. Big sigh of relief.
6. I have the sweetest boyfriend. Here's a cute story for you all: we were staying at a hostel in Istanbul and I was feeling a little sick but decided to join him while he read in the common room. But the place was full of smoke and it was making me choke up so I got up and left, crawled into my little twin bunk bed, turned on the lamp, and started reading there. About 10 minutes later Jeremy comes peeking in through the door and curls up into my bed next to me. He said, "I was wondering where you went. I thought you went to the bathroom but you didn't come back and I missed you. I wanted you next to me." Awe! Melting... I'm melting... Cute things like this happen everyday and I'm so glad that I get to share this wonderful adventure with him. It's really bringing us so much closer and showing me everyday a million new reasons why I love him so much.
3. My pension money from Korea finally came in which means that I won't have to leave J at the end of October and instead I can continue traveling for another month or two. Yay!!
4. Georgia is BEAUTIFUL and the people are NICE! Who would have thought? After all the miscreants and vultures we met in Kyrgyzstan, Turkey, India, and Pakistan, I was beginning to wonder if all the nice people in Asia had been corralled and held against their will somewhere.
5. My student loan has been deferred. Big sigh of relief.
6. I have the sweetest boyfriend. Here's a cute story for you all: we were staying at a hostel in Istanbul and I was feeling a little sick but decided to join him while he read in the common room. But the place was full of smoke and it was making me choke up so I got up and left, crawled into my little twin bunk bed, turned on the lamp, and started reading there. About 10 minutes later Jeremy comes peeking in through the door and curls up into my bed next to me. He said, "I was wondering where you went. I thought you went to the bathroom but you didn't come back and I missed you. I wanted you next to me." Awe! Melting... I'm melting... Cute things like this happen everyday and I'm so glad that I get to share this wonderful adventure with him. It's really bringing us so much closer and showing me everyday a million new reasons why I love him so much.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Turkey Lurkey -- UPDATED
So, we busted out of Kyrgyzstan because the Uzbek visa was taking too long, the weather was getting cold, and there was almost nothing to do in Bishkek. Thus, we booked a flight to Turkey and decided to start from the other end of the continent. But what a mistake!! It's been ridiculously expensive! Of course we're having fun, but we're talking prices above and beyond western Europe! Yesterday we visited some Roman ruins and the entry fee was over $20! Wow!! Anyway, here are some photos. It's taken me HOURS to upload them and people are waiting to use the computer so I'll just have to explain them later. Enjoy for now!!
These are the ruins at Heropolis--a city mentioned in the Bible, final resting place of St. Philip, known for it's healers, and home to the temple of Apollo. Above is the Roman amphitheater.
Jeremy doing some serious ruin climbing.
This was taken on our way to the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. Unfortunately I was pretty sick when we arrived and wasn't feeling up for too much adventuring. Good thing too. Istanbul is ridiculously expensive. We paid $23 to stay in a dorm room.
The beautiful harbor and ferries in Istanbul.
The inside of Istanbul's Blue Mosque. (I think it's the world's largest indoor mosque.)
More ruins from Heropolis. This is an old church where the remains of St. Philip are supposed to have once been kept... but probably are not anymore.
One reason why Heropolis was known as a healing town is because of the large calcium enriched waters that flowed from the high cliffs, through the city and into natural pools on the cliff side called taverntines. Unfortunately, today's local government has diverted the water away from the taverntines and funnelled it through man made channels to go down the cliffs to the city below. This may not sound so bad, but the taverntines are dying up and slowly deteriorating and some are becoming mold and algae infested because standing rain water gets stuck in the pools. It's also dramatically ruined the natural beauty of the site...
Hello there!
Luckily though, some taverntines have been left with running water and we were able to catch a GORGEOUS sunset over the small pools. Love that sun.
These are the ruins at Heropolis--a city mentioned in the Bible, final resting place of St. Philip, known for it's healers, and home to the temple of Apollo. Above is the Roman amphitheater.
Jeremy doing some serious ruin climbing.
This was taken on our way to the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. Unfortunately I was pretty sick when we arrived and wasn't feeling up for too much adventuring. Good thing too. Istanbul is ridiculously expensive. We paid $23 to stay in a dorm room.
The beautiful harbor and ferries in Istanbul.
The inside of Istanbul's Blue Mosque. (I think it's the world's largest indoor mosque.)
More ruins from Heropolis. This is an old church where the remains of St. Philip are supposed to have once been kept... but probably are not anymore.
One reason why Heropolis was known as a healing town is because of the large calcium enriched waters that flowed from the high cliffs, through the city and into natural pools on the cliff side called taverntines. Unfortunately, today's local government has diverted the water away from the taverntines and funnelled it through man made channels to go down the cliffs to the city below. This may not sound so bad, but the taverntines are dying up and slowly deteriorating and some are becoming mold and algae infested because standing rain water gets stuck in the pools. It's also dramatically ruined the natural beauty of the site...
Hello there!
Luckily though, some taverntines have been left with running water and we were able to catch a GORGEOUS sunset over the small pools. Love that sun.
And this is just a little more from the ruins. I think this photo is from the Agora or market place which was at one time the largest market in all of Asia!
Sorry for the random mix of photos. They weren't really posted in order but oh well. We had a nice stay in Pummakale (where the ruins were) but were a little happy to get out because the food wasn't too good and NO ONE was there. It was practically a deserted tourist town. Most restaurants were closed for the off season. Getting a ticket out was interesting. Turks are very persistent in their attempts to sell you things. We walked around a bit checking prices to Goreme in Cappadocia finding that most were a staggering $45! One guy tried to trick us into buying his tickets so we walked away and the guy next door, also selling tickets said, "Where you go? Cappadocia? I give you ticket. Fortyyyyyyyy..... three." lol. We laughed so hard because he was trying to beat the price next door but really wasn't willing to go down much. A few shops down we found a ticket for $40--the best we could do. So here we are in Cappadocia, plotting a route out of Turkey. Pictures to follow.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Kyrgyzstan--the drier side.
I LOVE this photo. It is awkward in the most INCREDIBLE ways.
Kinda makes me think of Grand Junction, Colorado.
The most beautiful fields below towering, sage covered mountains, surrounding Issyk Kol Lake. Bliss.
These super goofy old men on our mashrutka (mini bus) to Karakol told Jeremy that I was a good choice based purely on my looks as I can't speak a word of Russian. Ha! Love the gold teeth. :)
Oh, and they wanted Jeremy to wear this hat. And they wanted me to photograph it. Hahaha!! He looks so funny. :) And yes, the men here really do wear these traditional hats on a regular basis...Friday, September 5, 2008
Volcanic Spelunking
The next day we parked our stuff in Seogwipo and headed out for the Mungjang (?) Lava Tubes--a Natural World Heritage site. Pretty cool stuff. It was a long bus ride and a long walk there but so beautiful and soo worth it!
Let's go in!
Jeremy reading one of the boards inside the cave about how they were formed.
The lava tube floor was really uneven but obviously flattened out a bit for tourists. Comically, a few high-maintenance Korean women went through the cave in stilettos. lol.
Some of the interesting wall formations.
This was big part of the tube at the end where a hole in the ceiling created a lava pillar. These tubes are special because they were formed with two tubes--one on top of the other, a unique formation only found here.
After we emerged from the abyss, we sat at the bus stop for a good half hour or so on a deserted highway.
What to do, what to do...
Let's go in!
Jeremy reading one of the boards inside the cave about how they were formed.
The lava tube floor was really uneven but obviously flattened out a bit for tourists. Comically, a few high-maintenance Korean women went through the cave in stilettos. lol.
Some of the interesting wall formations.
This was big part of the tube at the end where a hole in the ceiling created a lava pillar. These tubes are special because they were formed with two tubes--one on top of the other, a unique formation only found here.
After we emerged from the abyss, we sat at the bus stop for a good half hour or so on a deserted highway.
What to do, what to do...
Monday, June 16, 2008
Night of the Ajuma
I got stuck in Seoul Sunday night. Argh. I showed up at the bus station at 10:30, hoping to catch the 11:00 (last bus) to Jeomchon and instead found no seats available. My only option was to stay in a jimjilbang (spa).
Normally I don't mind doing the jimjilbang thing but I was already starting to get sick (coughing, sneezing, headache) and had been walking all over Seoul all day with Jeremy, shopping for travel/trekking gear. I was completely exhausted and really didn't feel too optimistic about sleeping on the floor, but I had very few choices. Seeing how I needed to catch the 6:00 am bus in order to be at work on time, renting a hotel room seemed somewhat impratical--I would only be there for a few hours. Thus, I found myself sleeping at a mysterious, little known jimjilbang in the middle of Gangbyeon-dong.
The jimjilbang in itself was kind of nice. It was really small but sufficient for my purposes and had a really cool seperate sleeping room for women (not that a seperate sleeping room mattered much). While usually everyone sleeps on the same floor together, this jimjilbang had a very dark room with little cave-like structures for individuals to sleep in--really nice. I loved that it was dark and quiet! So, crawling into my little hole sometime around mid-night, I began my quest for sleep. Too bad it was hotter than Dante's inferno!! Holy cow! It took me nearly an hour to finally drift off! But I finally did.
Enter Ajuma.
Sometime around 1:30 am I was awoken by some ajuma at my feet slapping my legs, pushing me over, yelling and trying to take the blanket I was sleeping on! I was so confused!! "Who is this woman accosting me?!" I thought. I tried yelling at her in Korean (not that I had much to yell--my Korean isn't so good) but she kept on hitting me and tugging at my blanket. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not that she found me sleeping because I really wasn't awake enough to fight her off. All I could think of was the other people trying to sleep and that I just wanted to go back to sleep myself, so I rolled over, threw the blanket in her face, and yelled something nasty in English (I know, shame on me!). But had I actually been awake, who knows where it could have gone! I spent the next hour slowly waking up and getting more and more pissed with each passing moment. If I had been fully awake and aware when she started hitting me, I may have hit her back and that would not have been good! Ajumas are strong old ladies weathered with years of hard manual labor in feilds and packing toddlers all over the city on their backs. She probably would have beat me up had I tried to fight back. But then again, maybe I would have beat her up... But I doubt beating up an old lady would register high as far as bragging rights go!
All in all, a blanket isn't really a good reason to fight over and though I had a really hard time falling back to sleep (I kept getting stuck on the plastic mat I slept on because I was hot and sweaty and had no blanket barrier), at least I didn't react too badly. I think I did the right thing to give up the blanket and roll over.
Stupid ajumas.
Normally I don't mind doing the jimjilbang thing but I was already starting to get sick (coughing, sneezing, headache) and had been walking all over Seoul all day with Jeremy, shopping for travel/trekking gear. I was completely exhausted and really didn't feel too optimistic about sleeping on the floor, but I had very few choices. Seeing how I needed to catch the 6:00 am bus in order to be at work on time, renting a hotel room seemed somewhat impratical--I would only be there for a few hours. Thus, I found myself sleeping at a mysterious, little known jimjilbang in the middle of Gangbyeon-dong.
The jimjilbang in itself was kind of nice. It was really small but sufficient for my purposes and had a really cool seperate sleeping room for women (not that a seperate sleeping room mattered much). While usually everyone sleeps on the same floor together, this jimjilbang had a very dark room with little cave-like structures for individuals to sleep in--really nice. I loved that it was dark and quiet! So, crawling into my little hole sometime around mid-night, I began my quest for sleep. Too bad it was hotter than Dante's inferno!! Holy cow! It took me nearly an hour to finally drift off! But I finally did.
Enter Ajuma.
Sometime around 1:30 am I was awoken by some ajuma at my feet slapping my legs, pushing me over, yelling and trying to take the blanket I was sleeping on! I was so confused!! "Who is this woman accosting me?!" I thought. I tried yelling at her in Korean (not that I had much to yell--my Korean isn't so good) but she kept on hitting me and tugging at my blanket. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not that she found me sleeping because I really wasn't awake enough to fight her off. All I could think of was the other people trying to sleep and that I just wanted to go back to sleep myself, so I rolled over, threw the blanket in her face, and yelled something nasty in English (I know, shame on me!). But had I actually been awake, who knows where it could have gone! I spent the next hour slowly waking up and getting more and more pissed with each passing moment. If I had been fully awake and aware when she started hitting me, I may have hit her back and that would not have been good! Ajumas are strong old ladies weathered with years of hard manual labor in feilds and packing toddlers all over the city on their backs. She probably would have beat me up had I tried to fight back. But then again, maybe I would have beat her up... But I doubt beating up an old lady would register high as far as bragging rights go!
All in all, a blanket isn't really a good reason to fight over and though I had a really hard time falling back to sleep (I kept getting stuck on the plastic mat I slept on because I was hot and sweaty and had no blanket barrier), at least I didn't react too badly. I think I did the right thing to give up the blanket and roll over.
Stupid ajumas.
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