On the bus; first day in Korea.
It’s Thursday, August 19 and about 6:00 in the morning here in Korea. In Nova Scotia, it is six in the evening on Wednesday. We missed most of that day, which is a weird adjustment to make, but not as weird as the sun just coming up when it felt like the darkness should be deepening.
Airports are their own little environments. In many ways, they are all the same. In Incheon, we passed a KFC and a McDonald’s as we made our way down to the farthest set of doors, where our group was meeting. This was after we picked up two large coffees from Dunkin’ Donuts. The cover on one of them cracked and coffee sloshed all over the place as we tried to drink it, push carts, and walk; until we dumped half of that one out to make the walking a little safer. Greg bought them and said the actual coffee-making process was slightly different from ours. When he brought them over, he said, “I hope we enjoy these coffees, because they cost seventy thousand dollars.” We had a good laugh, maybe because we’re so sleepy. They actually cost 7000 won together, which is about seven dollars, expensive, but not unexpected for a coffee at an airport. Oh, also, our trip INSIDE the Toronto airport was extremely long. We got off our plane, walked a long way through terminal one, took many moving walkways and escalators, and followed signs for a good 15 minutes before we ended up on a monorail that transported us from what I presume was Terminal 1 to Terminal 3. The whole trip was 20 or 25 minutes. We were surprised by this, but one of my carry-ons had wheels, so we could load two of the remaining three carry-ons onto it. That made the walk a bit easier.
The flight from Halifax to Toronto was your basic Air Canada flight, except that we got to move to the emergency exit seats, which offer slightly more leg room – a nice advantage! Korean Air was way different. In the first place, it was the bigest plane I ever flew on. In our section, Economy, there were three colums of seats with 3 in each row. In the higher class areas, they had seatsthat were partially encase in white pods, so they could slide out the seat part into a fully-reclining cot. There seemed to be a class below us, too, but their seats didn`t seem way worse than ours.
The service was totally different from any other flight I`ve been on. First of all, the stewardesses (I choose that word instead of flight attendants intentionally) all looked like I imagined stewardesses would look when I was little. Each of them was a petite Korean woman with crisp, tailored beige skirts, white shirts, and sometimes a pale blue cardigan. They all wore short scarves tied identically at their necks and their hair in matching place double-twisted buns with a stiff, blue ribbon attached. They were quick, efficient, and very polite.
When we got into the plane and found our seats, there were “presents” waiting for us: a bottle of water, a pillow and blanket, headphones, and a little kit containing slippers and a toothbrush with the tiniest tube of toothpaste. The seats were not too cramped together, but there was very little leg room, for me even less than Greg, because I have some kind of box built in under my feet, but I was on the aisle, so I could stretch out a bit. Another nice touch was hot towels in the carefully orchestrated “morning” for our flight. None of us had much idea what time we should consider it, except they raised the lights for an hour or so around meal times, and definitely did serve one supper and one breakfast.
Laura