The wonders of jetlag

Well everyone, the drama is over and the real boredom begins.

I am awake at 3:45 am local time in British Columbia and my body is telling me that, basically, I should be in another time zone.

Instead of waxing poetic, probably better to just regale you with stories of the trip.
Korea was interesting and reminded me of Taiwan insofar as every gift shop quoted prices in USD and no one spoke very much English but they all tried very hard. I had a great dinner (at the airport) of Kimchi and pickle with a bowl of rice and IT WAS SO NICE! I'll really miss Asian food already. The hot and sour taste of Korean hotpot was lovely as the five degree air was getting to me even in the airport.

I could feel myself getting closer to North America even then because as I walked along the indoor mall, two largesse men with arms flailing and overly loud voices chatted (though 'chatted' implies a smaller voice than what they used) about their last dinner...
"SO THEN I SAYS 'HOLY JEEZ, THAT'S A BIG HONKIN' STEAK, EH!' SO I GETS THE BIG HONKIN' FORK AND KNIFE DEY BROUGHT WITH IT AND I STARTS EATIN IT".

I debated walking up and telling these two gentlemen that they needed to set a strong example for the people around them by not using verbs with a third person 's' conjugated with first person 'I'. The last thing people needed was a weak model of English. I debated it, and then I just turned around and decided to pretend I was French. Trying to decide how either large cuts of meat or eating utensils could be 'big and honkin' brought stifled guffaws out of me. I was at the 'just get me on the plane' stage of the trip by then.

What I found very odd was trying to buy bits of kitsch and souvenirs from the airport. It was Seoul after all so I had changed my money into WAN to buy a few things. Yet everywhere I went, lovely young women insisted on quoting prices in USD.
"It is 12 American dollars, sir."
"How much is that in WAN?"
"Mmmm, I don't know (laughing) let me get my calculator..."

Things like that made me guffaw even harder. (just get me on the plane)

Luckily on both legs of the trip, I got an entire row of seats to myself. Having four seats to lie down on was a blessing. The travel fairy was really looking out for me this trip.

It's 4 a.m. now and I can hear my sister's dog scratching at my door needing a wee. Animals have that innate sense of finding who can meets their needs at any one time.
As my good friend Pete once pointed out though, one of my biggest failings in that I don't know how to say 'no' to people. I have to agree; it's always been a weakness of mine.

Sadly, I'm not sure the dog will understand me if I do refuse.

next installment with pix....