After an all night flight from Malaysia to South Korea,
my colleagues and I were hoping the two and a half hour bus ride from the Incheon
Airport to our homes in Daejeon would pass quickly. We weren't so lucky.
Instead we found ourselves in the middle of a Korean drama that I will call,
"CSI—Korea,” (Crime Scene Investigation—Korea) and wondering if we were going
to find ourselves in “chains” in a Korean jail.
It all started when the airport limousine bus we were on stopped at a rest area for a fifteen-minute break. Most of the passengers got off the bus, used the restroom and bought a snack. Mind you, I said “most” of the passengers. Fifteen minutes later we were back on the expressway headed to Daejeon. We hadn’t been on the road more than a minute when an older Korean gentleman jumped up from his seat and rushed to the front of the bus to talk to the driver. Then the man got on his cell phone and was talking excitedly to someone on the other end.
Minutes later our bus pulled into the next roadside stopping area. The driver informed us that we were waiting there for someone to meet the bus. We all thought that we had left someone at the rest area, but that wasn’t the case. After a long wait, a police car pulled up and a policeman walked onto our bus. We were told that we all were to stay on the bus as they were investigating a robbery. Apparently the older Korean gentleman had boarded the bus in Incheon with a large amount of US currency in his briefcase and after the stop at the rest area he found that the money was gone. He claimed the money was stolen and we were all suspects.
Most of the people on the bus were Koreans and after the policeman made his statement the comments and conversations down the aisle were many. My colleagues and I couldn’t understand most of what was being said in Korean, but it was evident that the emotions were running high in that airport limousine. The police escorted us to the bus station in Daejeon. We thought that we were all going to be searched. However, it turned out that there was a closed circuit TV camera on the bus and we were going to the bus station so the CCTV technician and the police could view the tape and identify the culprit.
We waited in the bus for a long time—a very long time. The bus was hot and stuffy—babies were crying, old women were being refused the right to get off the bus and go to the bathroom, other travelers were yelling about disrupted schedules and nearly everyone was grumbling. Finally, the police boarded the bus and informed us all that the video showed no one accessing the older gentleman’s briefcase. The money was not stolen by anyone on the bus and it appeared that the entire matter was a mistake.
The man that lost the money addressed the group of frustrated travelers. He offered a sincere apology that was met with sneers and shouts of frustration. In response he opened up his wallet and began giving people money for taxi fares. Some took his money—we didn’t. We were late, but none the worse for wear. We were glad to be home, to have a story to tell and to not be sitting in a Korean jail.
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