Slept not a jot on the plane. There should be an airline that hands out mild sleeping tablets as freely as they do orange juice. The korean stewardesses were so serene and made friends with all the passengers, especially the kids.
Touchdown in Incheon. Airports are so disappointing culturally speaking. There should be a spray painted south Korean flag on the tarmack or speakers to blast kpop as soon as people get off the plane. The excitement hit on the bus ride out while driving over a long bridge. The Harbor Park Hotel wasn't too shabby, definately not what I was expecting. My room was on the 8th floor, tucked in the corner so I had a view from two sides. I also had two beds to choose from and the fun fountain toilet. I noticed later that among the many functions of the fountain toilet, one button is called 'Hibernate'?
Wet, humid and quickly dark Jung-gu became. Though I had been given the stamp of approval to wander wherever I wanted as long as I was back at the hotel by 10:30 the next morning, sending a message to say I'd arrived safety before my mum jumped on a plane herself to check seemed more urgent. Set the alarm to 6:30 for exploring.
