The typhoon strikes

Well, the typhoon ended up being a lot of hype over nothing. In the morning, there were some pretty heavy (loud) winds, but it definitely wasn't as bad as the word "typhoon" sounds. We still had school and now I can proudly say that I attended class come hell, high water, or even typhoons.

On the way to the subway, there was a bit of chaos as a huge neon sign was dangling from one corner in the wind. There were policemen and ajummas directing the traffic lest anyone have a sign land on their head.

Also, we saw this... beware of flying telephone booths.

Telephone booths are pretty much everywhere, which is so weird to me since cell phones are basically like another appendage on Koreans. When you buy a phone, they provide you with a back-up battery. And if that's not enough, if you ever find yourself with a dead phone, you can pay about $1 at a convenience store for them to charge it up for you. And honestly, I've never actually SEEN anyone use a pay phone... Guess that's one Korean mystery I'll never figure out.