Part 1-(Not a very interesting start skip to part 2)

It's 4:30 at the Seoul airport and I find myself wandering around with this pleasantly plump father (not the religious kind) from Montreal, who insisted we stay together because we're both Canadian. He got to be a little annoying, always asking questions and wanting to investigate things in a forceful way. The Seoul airport looks really similar to Pearson, glass, steel, concrete etc. but it has really beautiful orchids everywhere not to mention a lot more koreans.I don't really understand why all airports have so many windows, when all there is to look is asphalt with only a few painted traffic lines for contrast. I still don't feel that out of place, I guess most of these people are used to seeing foreigners. The flight was great, very roomy, and korean air is wonderful. All the crew were wearing matching sea foam blue and white satin uniforms, with scarfs around their necks that stuck up about a foot in the air. Well soon I'll board my flight to Sapporo Japan; for now I'm stuck sitting next to this very tanned very blonde Australian man and his son who keep talking to me about snowboarding. I accidentally agreed with him when he asked me if I was going skiing because I can't understand half of what he's saying. 

Jet lagged and a little homesick.