Directionless

Directionless

Seoul Incheon Airport was kinda trippy. Upon my arrival, I just followed all of the people towards the train and then exited the train when everyone else did. Thankfully English is the international language and I could figure things out from there. I started off in a chic airport mall with a Burberry, Gucci, etc...and followed arrows to my gate. Once I was sure where I needed be, I started wandering to kill the three hour layover. I returned to that chic mall and decided to explore each branch from it. Every single branch was identical. There were more Burberry's, more Gucci's, more etc's, I was frightened and returned to the KFC - Colonel Sanders is a comforting icon 7,000 miles from home. I didn't touch his chicken but I did take solace in his beautiful face.

7:10pm finally came and my flight to Osaka was about to take off- hallelujah!! My warped brain didn't think about my seat clearly so I managed to confuse passengers and staff alike by speaking English and telling them I was in 17A. Finally I found my ticket stub...16A. I suck. I slept sitting up for most of the 90 minute flight and, at long last, I'd arrived at Osaka Kansai airport - near 9pm

615 CST - Leave home for ORD
800 CST - Fly ORD to SFO
1030 PST - Land at SFO (total flight time: 4.5 hours)
1110 PST - Pull into gate at SFO
110 PST - Fly SFO to Seoul
410 JST - Land at Seoul (total flight time: 15 hours - I question this)
710 JST - Fly Seoul to Osaka
855 JST - Land at Osaka (total flight time: 1:45)
930 JST - Cab from Osaka-Kansai to bullet train
1030 JST - Arrive at bullet train
1145 JST - Arrive at Okayama training facility (total commute time: 27 hours, 30 minutes)

The trainers that I met at Okayama were pointing things out with things like, "oh, to the east is blah blah" - like I have a clue which way east is. I was massively turned around for the few weeks I was in Champaign without Lake Michigan. So I am writing this in dead quiet because I have a roommate sleeping and I've never met him. All I know is that he has a guitar with African country stickers on it, his name is TJ and he has a Mac. What makes this great is I have a cold so I am trying to suppress my coughs which makes me sound like I'm choking and that makes me tear up. I'm a sight...if only you could see that and just know that I am listening to Milli Vanilli right now as well. I have no idea what is going on tomorrow but there'll be pictures!