*Sigh*
I was so close. I had boarded the plane, settled and buckled myself into my ridiculously small seat, taken out my Chinese character study materials, ignored the flight attendant as he gave his usual instructions, and had just obligingly turned off my iPod when then the pilot began his announcements. But it wasn't the 'we hope you enjoy your flight with us today' kind of speech, it was the 'yea weather in Seattle sucks, so we can't leave' kind of speech. Then came the, 'how about you all wait in the terminal instead of the plane' speech.
Back in the terminal I was informed that the tiny aircraft I was just sitting on would have been knocked off its ass by the winds in Seattle, so we were stuck in Portland for the time being. Thus the giant plane headed to Tokyo would be taking off without me. The ticket agent lady then proceeded to give me my new flight info: same times and connections as before, just 24 hours later. Hehe, um...no thanks. Some negotiations later, we arranged for me to fly to LA, where I am currently camped out. Yay for dingy, sparse, poorly-lit airports!
I'll be boarding a plane for Seoul in several hours. Sometime tomorrow afternoon I'll hop on a quick flight to Tokyo, finally arriving at my destination 22.5 hours late.
Ah there's nothing like the unpredictability of travel!
Yours truly,
P.
