Go, stop
High winds in San Francisco and volcanic ash in Alaska conspire against me today. So I’m waiting an extra hour or so in Seoul after 12 hours in the air. Fortunately I have the Traditional Korean Cultural Experience Zone to keep me occupied.
I wrote that a bit sarcastically, but it’s pretty nice – they have a 24-hour Korean craft space where you glue and paint your way to a traditional Korean cultural experience. At least in the airport, there is a kind of pride in the service employee’s clean uniform that I never see in the US. The third-world roots reveal themselves only indirectly, for instance, in the labor intensity of said service operations.
In the end, though, I’m happy being here because in Seoul I’m a tall man.
Thinking about you the whole way. Keep up the posts, please. Hope the rest of the flight went ok.
Mom
April 3, 2009 at 2:45 pm