What the!?!?!?!?

Christina and I have been planning a trip to a mountain hike that is about an hour and a half away by scooter. One of our friends went there and told us about is so we have been excited to do it ourselves. Last Saturday we got up and packed a lunch and went downstairs to get on the scooter and head out. We got to where we parked our scooter, but it was gone! We thought someone might have moved it so we looked around, but it was gone. We found the basket that was on the front of the scooter on the floor right where we parked it.
We were astonished, we have had the scooter for almost a year and we have never had any problems aside from people ocassionaly throwing trash in our basket. I called our boss, but she said she was too busy, she could help us file a report with the police on Monday. We thought that was too much time so we asked the missionaries to help us. We spent the rest of the morning filing a report with the police. We did not have much hope of ever seeing the scooter again, but we thought we should at least report it stolen.
We feel like the thief targeted us, where we park our scooter, there are two other scooters just like ours, only newer and nicer. Why would someone steal an old beat up scooter like ours when there are two nicer ones only a few feet away? We were disappointed because now the weather has finally warmed up enough to go out exploring again and we had so many plans of places that we wanted to see, and now we were stuck with only our bikes (which after a year of no maintnence are barely running) to get around on.
We made plans to ride the bus to church and got everything ready for that, but to our surprise at 6:30 Sunday morning we got a phone call. The caller was speaking Korean, and I don't speak much Korean, but I did recognize the word for scooter, in my broken Korean I tried to ask him where it was but he couldn't understand me and hung up. Luckily for us, when we were filing the report at the police station Christina had the foresight to give them the Elder's number. So the officer called them, and they told us to go to the police station to pick up the scooter.
It was completely out of gas, and missing a few accesories, but other than that, it was in the same condition as before. I pushed it to the gas station and gassed it up and then rode it home. We thought that was the end of it, but on Tuesday we got a call from a detective asking if he could give our number to the theives so they could 'forgive' us. I assume he meant that they wanted to ask us to forgive them. I was a little apprehensive, but I said that would be OK.
We were very surprised later that day when four high school age boys and their mothers showed up at our work to say they were sorry. After they asked us for forgiveness, we had to sign a paper stating that we did indeed forgive them. I felt bad for the mothers, they were so embarrased. We found out later that if we wouldn't have signed the paper the boys could have been sent to jail.
We still don't know how they found our scooter, but we are very glad to get it back. Getting the scooter was the best thing we have done. We know more about the surrounding area than our students who have lived here their whole lives. We have seen all kinds of interesting things, and hope to see a lot more in the remaining weeks before we leave.