World Cup Futbol

After a "hard" day of research, Gustavo and I rode our bicycles 3 miles from the dorms to watch a local futbol game at the World Cup Stadium in Daejeon. Gustavo has a terrible sense of direction. We get on our bikes in front of the dorm. His bike was pointing in one direction and mine in the opposite. Asking, where are you going, he says the stadium is left, out of the main gate to the university. I persuaded him the stadium was to the right. Before we exited the university, he wanted to stop to make sure we were heading in the right direction. I responded by saying we did not have time to stop as we might be late. We kept going, riding out the west gate of the university meandering through and toward the general direction of our destination. The adjacent neighborhood is where many of the students go for lunch, shopping, bar hopping with narrow one lane roads intended for two-way traffic. The right turn out of the main gate is a very busy four lane road going right by the stadium which happens to parallel to our meanderings through the neighborhood at the west gate area of the university. The pedestrian traffic is heavy at times as the neighborhood extends to a public school about ten blocks to the west although far better than riding the sidewalk of the highway with vehicular traffic and the loud noises. After the neighborhood, with Gustavo still unconvinced at every turn, we took a right onto the main highway leading to the stadium with the university main gate about a mile and a half behind us. I stopped immediately on a river bridge with Gustavo stopping beside me from about fifty feet behind, I look at him questioningly saying I do not recognize this place as an area I had looked at on the map earlier this evening and I think we should turn around and head back in the opposite direction. He looks at me with an irritating look on his face and begins to ask the next person, a Korean female, walking toward us if she speaks English to ask for directions. She holds up her hand with her thumb and forefinger close together as she says a rittle Engwish. The bridge where I happened to stop, noticing the sign before stopping, had a huge sign overhead about ten yards further reading World Cup Stadium 1.6 km and an arrow pointing ahead. As Gustavo is trying to ask the girl if the stadium is in the direction where we had just come, I lightly interrupted tapping on his shoulder and pointing at the overhead sign. It took him a few seconds to realize the sign I was pointing toward with the big smile on my face.