Somewhere in Seoul

Well I arrived Wednesday night here in Seoul and had quite a trip. My suitcases were packed (or over packed as it were) with stuff to bring back with me. I had to pay $100 extra for my flight from Medford to SF for one of the two bags which weighed 87lbs (the other one weighed 50lbs). When I went to shift things around in SF I broke the lock on my suitcase. I then had to run into a Brookstone store and buy a luggage strap to hold my suitcase close and pay to have my suitcase wrapped to make sure it wouldn't come open. Here I was thinking what a relaxing 6 hour layover it would be in SF.

Before that though, I was on the phone with my sister, who wouldn't come over to see me off, and suddenly the fire alarms went off in the airport. Apparently there was a fire and they decided to evacuate everyone from he building. Given the fact I had a boatload of stuff, I decided to stick it out as I wasn't that far from the doors. I saw some firefighters come in a few minutes later, but they didn't look too panicked about what was going on, so I figured it must have been a small fire.

The plane ride over was ok, but I couldn't sleep. I watched a few movies on the entertainment system on the back of the seat. As soon as the plane landed I got through immigration, picked up my luggage, turned in my customs declaration and was out the door.

My wife and father-in-law met me at the airport and we took a bus from Incheon International Airport to Gimpo International Airport (the latter use to be the main airport coming into Korea until 2001, when the larger Incheon Airport opened. Gimpo is mostly a domestic airport now) and then a taxi to her parent's house.

Sitting here on Saturday afternoon, the jet lag has finally started to wear off and I'm starting to feel myself again. I miss live in the US, especially after having a taste of it for four months.