Adventures in Astronauts…

I was watching TV last night, 60 MInutes to be exact, and the topic of space exploration and missions to Mars and new Lunar Landings were discussed. Two things surprised me. First, no-one has set foot on the moon in my lifetime. The last manned mission to the moon was back in ’72. I think I has just assumed that when the astronauts were tinkering with space stations, they’d make a little stop on the moon, while they were in the neighbourhood. I don’t know where I got that idea from. However, what really surprised me, (and it shouldn’t have – it seems so obvious), is that there is more computer technology in my cellphone then there was on any of the Apollo missions to the Moon. I use my phone to do everything from look up words in the Korean-English dictionary, to checking the subway map to see how long it takes to get from one station to another, to taking pictures of things that amuse me. (You’ll notice I rarely use it as a phone.) It was like a little lightening bolt in my brain when I realized that I had grown up considering space exploration to be the epitome of technological marvels…and that somewhere in the past 30 years, technology far surpassed the days of Apollo missions. How did Buzz and Neil manage a whole moon-walking mission without a little MP3 player and a pocket-sized access to Google?

Adventures in Listening to My Conscience…

Early this morning, I rolled over and squinted at the sun in my eyes.

“C’mon, get up! If you say you’re going to get up, you have to get up. You can’t just decide not to, like a rabbit with chickenpox!” my conscience demanded.

I squinted at my conscience. “What??!!?”

I had promised no one, not even myself, that I would get up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday. I didn’t like the tone my conscience was taking with me, and I realized that my conscience is not at it’s best early in the morning. My slowly waking brain toyed with the possibilities…”Hmmm, so if someone wanted to convince me to rob a bank, they might have a better chance at 7am, since my conscience is still groggy and inarticulate…”

My conscience, embarrassed at the stupidity of the ‘rabbit with chickenpox’ bit, replied petulantly, “Well then, it’s a good thing banks aren’t open at 7am, isn’t it. Humph! Now get up!”

I rolled over and went back to sleep for a little while.

Adventures in Cambodia
Part IV: The Government Comes to Call

A few days after we got back from Cambodia, there was a knock on my door around 7 pm. It was the security guy from downstairs, announcing that a representative of the Health Department would be coming by to see me. “When?” I asked.

“Today” he replied. I looked at my watch. I looked at him with my eyebrows raised. He added, “In about 1 hour, I think.” About 10 minutes later, he returned to say that the official would come the next morning instead.

When we were on the plane, shortly before landing in Seoul, we had been asked to fill out custom’s declaration and health cards. Since I didn’t want to risk a hefty fine, or 5 years in prison, (as the card said I would if I lied), I dutifully checked the boxes that said I had had vomiting and diarrhea in the past 10 days. Annelie also checked one of the boxes because she has also had traveler’s diarrhea. [This is more than you wanted to know about our trip, isn’t it?] When we got the the airport, the heath official asked me about it and I told him it was just food poisoning, and we went on our merry way.

That’s how, 3 days later, I found myself in my bathroom with a sterile swab in my hand, being asked to prove to the waiting government official that I didn’t have cholera. How embarrassing.