Listen up, y’all, gonna tell ya ’bout gettin’ one of them Korean drivin’ thingamajigs, a license, they call it. Don’t know nothin’ ’bout no fancy words, just gonna tell it like it is.
First off, ya gotta figure out what kinda papers they need. Heard tell some folks can just swap their own country’s license for a Korean one. Sounds easy enough, but who knows? Them city folk and their rules, always changin’. If your license is old and dusty, like that jar of pickles in my cellar, well, maybe you gotta jump through more hoops. Don’t ask me, I just heard it from someone who heard it from someone else, you know how it goes.
Now, if you ain’t got no license at all, well, then it’s a whole ‘nother story. Gotta start from scratch, like plantin’ a seed and waitin’ for it to grow. First thing, they say, is somethin’ ’bout “traffic safety.” Sounds important, I guess. Like lookin’ both ways before crossin’ the road, that kinda thing. Probably gotta sit in a room and listen to someone talk and talk, makes my head hurt just thinkin’ ’bout it.

- They’ll make you take a written test, I reckon. Questions about signs and rules and whatnot. Good thing is, they got different languages, even English! So, if you ain’t good at readin’ Korean chicken scratch, you might be alright. But don’t go thinkin’ it’ll be easy, they still try to trick ya, them test makers.
- Then comes the drivin’ part. First, they got this closed course thing, like a little playground for cars. Gotta show ’em you can go forward, backward, and park without smashin’ into nothin’. If you pass that, then it’s out on the real roads. Scary stuff, lemme tell ya. All them cars whizzin’ by, horns honkin’. Makes my heart thump just thinkin’ ’bout it.
Some folks say it’s easier to go through one of them drivin’ schools, they call ’em “hagwons” or somethin’. They teach you all the tricks, help you pass the tests. Costs money, though. And time. But if you ain’t got nobody to teach ya, and you don’t wanna learn the hard way, might be worth it. They say you can get it done in a week or two if you got nothin’ else to do. Wish I had that kinda time!
Now, about that paperwork. They gonna want proof you’re healthy enough to drive. Don’t want no heart attacks behind the wheel, I guess. Gotta go to a doctor, get poked and prodded. And then there’s the fees, always gotta pay for somethin’. License itself ain’t free, neither. And if you want a temporary one while you wait, that’s more money. Seems like they got their hands in your pocket every step of the way.
If you pass all them tests, they give you the license, sometimes the same day, sometimes not. Then you’re good to go, drivin’ all over Korea. But remember, just ’cause you got a license don’t mean you know everything. Gotta be careful out there. Folks drivin’ like crazy, ain’t got no patience. Just like back home, I guess, some things never change.
And one more thing, if you plannin’ on rentin’ a car, they say you need this “IDP” thing, International Drivin’ Permit. Or you can get a Korean license. Can’t have both, I don’t know why, makes no sense to me. Just more rules to follow, I reckon.
So, that’s the long and short of it. Gettin’ a Korean license ain’t like pickin’ apples off a tree, that’s for sure. But if you follow the steps, pay the money, and don’t give up, you’ll get there eventually. Just like plantin’ that seed, gotta be patient and wait for it to grow. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on them pickles.