I’m on a train from Daegu to Busan. It’s the wrong one. We sat in a nearly-empty first class and nobody noticed, all thanks to the confusion generated by a train wreck that happened in Daegu earlier today.
All passengers are being rerouted, everyone told to just get on whichever train is heading in the right direction.
I’m not sure where we are at the moment, but this is not the normal route to Busan. Instead of the normal 45-minute straight shot, we are moving slowly through lush valleys criscrossed with rivers and spotted with the occasional farming village. It’s turning out to be a great trip.
Until next time.