Caveat: Motivational Deficit Disorder

MDD.  I was going to go to work to get something done, but didn't. 

Later, I became a bit more motivated, and I went into the city with Basil.  We went to his favorite Russian restaurant again.  I'm not totally into it, but it's a nice change of pace, and there's something fascinating about visiting the Russian ethnic enclave in this mostly homogeneous metropolis.   I found a sign in Mongolian (at least, I think it was Mongolian – it was a phonologically un-Russian-looking cyrilic) advertising bank services.  I should have taken a picture.  

Basil and I debated about when the last train back out to Ilsan runs.  I found signs that alleged it ran around 11:30, but he insisted it was around 10:30.  The issue was unresolved, as we took the train out at around 10:15.  It's not something you want to end up testing — the taxi fare out from Gupabal is mildly outrageous.  I bet there are buses, though, if you're brave enough to figure them out.

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