Well, I'm here in Seoul. The journey went fine, but was certainly not one of my most enjoyable. My parents picked me up on Friday morning at 08:00 and we drove to Belfast International airport together. Overloaded with luggage due to my snowboard I was slightly worried about excess charges for having two pieces of check in luggage and four pieces of carry-on. But we made good time and check-in went well until I asked the girl if my bags were checked all the way to Korea. "Uh, yeah. Paris." She said. Wrong plane, wrong flight, in fact; wrong airport! So much for high airport security.
So with gritted teeth my dad sped to Belfast City Airport, forty minutes away, while I phoned expedia to complain about the idiot who had told me to go the wrong airport and almost cost me a very expensive flight.
Luckily we got to city in time and I checked in, said good bye to my parents, and bought a litre of Jameson whisky and a litre of Baileys at duty-free to help me deal with the culture shock of a new country.
I flew an hour to London, then changed and flew another hour to Frankfurt, where I walked for miles within the terminal (carrying my very heavy hand luggage) to get to my gate. Then I got on the final and longest flight (ten hours) to Seoul. I was looking forward to watching some new movies onboard, then having a good rest. But neither happened. Lufthansa had about five movies on offer, none of which I wished to watch, but that didn't matter because shortly after take off the entertainment systems crashed. Dinner was served soon after and I then tried to get some sleep. Trying to ignore that the large Korean man next to me was hogging all the armrest I reached for my sleepign pills. Prescription Temezapan 10mg, especially for this occasion. TAKE ONE BEFORE BED it said on the little brown bottle. I popped two with a glass of water and reclined my chair the full ten degrees it allowed me. After about an hour I dozed off. And two hours later I woke up energetic, refreshed and unable to get back to sleep. Slightly afraid of disturbing the big Korean I stayed in my window seat unable to reach my ipod and book in the overhead lockers. Not that I would"ve been able to read anyway since the lights went out with the entertainment system. So I just sat there, and sat there...
But when I got to Seoul everything was much, much better.
So with gritted teeth my dad sped to Belfast City Airport, forty minutes away, while I phoned expedia to complain about the idiot who had told me to go the wrong airport and almost cost me a very expensive flight.
Luckily we got to city in time and I checked in, said good bye to my parents, and bought a litre of Jameson whisky and a litre of Baileys at duty-free to help me deal with the culture shock of a new country.I flew an hour to London, then changed and flew another hour to Frankfurt, where I walked for miles within the terminal (carrying my very heavy hand luggage) to get to my gate. Then I got on the final and longest flight (ten hours) to Seoul. I was looking forward to watching some new movies onboard, then having a good rest. But neither happened. Lufthansa had about five movies on offer, none of which I wished to watch, but that didn't matter because shortly after take off the entertainment systems crashed. Dinner was served soon after and I then tried to get some sleep. Trying to ignore that the large Korean man next to me was hogging all the armrest I reached for my sleepign pills. Prescription Temezapan 10mg, especially for this occasion. TAKE ONE BEFORE BED it said on the little brown bottle. I popped two with a glass of water and reclined my chair the full ten degrees it allowed me. After about an hour I dozed off. And two hours later I woke up energetic, refreshed and unable to get back to sleep. Slightly afraid of disturbing the big Korean I stayed in my window seat unable to reach my ipod and book in the overhead lockers. Not that I would"ve been able to read anyway since the lights went out with the entertainment system. So I just sat there, and sat there...
But when I got to Seoul everything was much, much better.
Photo from google.
1 comment:
shite, sounds like your trip can only get better. eat one of those corndogs coated in french fries for me!
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