I have renewed my visa for another year. It's always year-to-year.
Not much incident to it. Sometimes when I'm frustrated, I spend time saying "I won't renew for another year." But I always do. I guess I prefer stability to instability, for now.
I sat in the immigration office for about 30 minutes, listening to Arabic being spoken behind me and a mix of Uzbek and Russian being spoken in front of me, and passing the time deciphering a sign about amnesty for illegal aliens who self-deport – which is to say, if you leave we won't arrest you and put you in jail, which doesn't really strike me as an amnesty so much as a way for the government to avoid housing them.
The sky was almost green with a brewing thunderstorm. In the midwest, we'd call it tornado weather, but don't think Korea gets many tornadoes.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
