Incheon

Oh well. Despite my best plans to get out of the airport and see a few sights around Incheon, the main airport in South Korea, it is just to cold. It's 41 degrees f. out there!! Who thought up that absurdity? What happened to "Ron Mahk Mahk!!" (That's Thai for "Very Hot")

So here I sit in the KAL Prestige Lounge, a lovely place. Despite the cushy chairs, espresso machine and quiet ambiance, this place is a glaring example of poor planning.

I know this will be hard to believe, but not six meters from me, unregulated and unguarded, is a lovely bar of free booze. A few more steps and there are refrigerator cases full of beer. And they let addicts in here!! And the booze is free!! Did I mention that no one is keeping tabs, or even running a tab, on the juice??

Let me tell you, friends and neighbors, its a good thing that I have as much respect for the drug/booze lure as I do for the cold stare of Mr. Sharky. I have a six hour lay-over here at Incheon and a table full of free booze at my disposal. It is like a great set up for a joke at an AA meeting. Lest you doubt the potential for mischief, I once awoke (read: came to) on an empty commercial jetliner. I had no idea where I was, not even what state I was in (argh, a touch I do confess). It wasn't until I stumbled out into the concourse that I realized I was at O'Hare.

Now, these many years later, I hope you can imagine my mirth as I merrily type away on my little device, wasting your time and mine, but not entering into a wasted state. I suppose I really will end up on the right plane and I will know I am in San Francisco without need to peer, bleary-eyed, for some anchoring sign.

Four hours here, then thirteen in the air to SFO, and then back to Seattle. There is a cigar at the end of the last flight, most everyone will speak English and it will be days before I stop "Wai-ing" everyone I meet.

Sent from the Lair of the Giggly Addicts