So starting at the beginning...I left work at about 4.30pm on Thursday thinking I had loads of time to get packed and all that. But somehow the time disappeared from me (mostly through a lake walk, talking to the parents,a last minute dinner with Maggie, a trip to the Mart of Wal and talking to Megann). At 10.00pm I started my packing. Nothing like the last minute eh?
Roma and Wayne picked me up at 7.00am. It's a time I don’t see too often but thankfully I got up ok. I did have a last minute run to the office to print off my ticket again, it mysteriously disappeared the first time. The lake is quite pretty at that time in the morning and it inspired me to try to see that again some morning. It hasn't happened yet, but I'm ever hopeful I might, at an undisclosed date in the future, struggle out of bed to see it.
It’s about 3 hours to Atlanta (in the South you drop all Ts and pronounce it 'Alana') and I did quite well staying awake for it, well alright, for nearly all of it.
We had rented a SUV. I had two cup holders to myself. That's my sort of car.
The flight to Korea was 15 hours which is a long time to be sitting on a plane seat. Thankfully when I asked for an aisle seat she put me at one with a seat free beside me. But two seats for 15 hours is still a long time. Thankfully myPod made the journey much more tolerable.
Apparently the only thing they ask you in the interview to work as an air stewardess on Korean Air is can you fit in the uniforms. Seriously, they were tiny. I'm not sure this photo shows of the tininess. Not just in height, but their waists were like Dolly Parton's. I mean, I was probably bigger than that when I was colouring in Korean flags.
I bet those scarf things get a bit annoying.
‘Excuse me, my personal TV is broken.’
I liked Korean Air, really I did. But they weren’t into food giving too much. We got on at lunchtime on Friday and we got lunch then. It was a whole nine hours before there was so much as a sniff of more food. We also got sandwiches wrapped in cling film which made them look like someone’s mum had packed too many and they were sharing them out.
Finally we landed and once we got through customs and all that, look what there was!
I’m putting together a fine portfolio of airport fountains. This one had a wall of water falling, one might call it a waterfall. Granted it looks like I took a picture of a wall, but there was water, promise.
More Seoul stories tomorrow I shouldn't wonder. Unless of course blogspot gets all narky again.
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