Day 5 - Seoul to Hanoi
I can now say that I have been to Seoul - although in the "official" rules, I cannot classify it as a city visited because I did not set foot outside the airport - and we all know how strict these judges can be when they want to.
Before I get penalised for derisive comments, let me move on to the trip. I always thought that Airbus was a better way to fly - I was wrong. The Air Canada flight n a 767-300 was fairly comfortable. The on board entertainment was great and the leg room was manageable. I then got on the Airbus 330-300. In the words of a Justin Bieber fan - OMG. I had a window seat (good thing I couldn't open t - or I would have sat on the wing), BUT there was one of those "little" boxes by my feet - leaving me a whole 2.4536 mm (I measured it) in which to place my feet - toes and all.
At one point, I thought there was light at the end of the tunnel. The aisle seat next to me had not yet been taken and the cabin crew had already closed all the bins. The cruel turn of fate was that the very last soul (not Seoul) to broad the plane was indeed an oncoming train - or the size of one at least. Obviously he plonked himself and his carry on luggage in the seat next to me. I was GRUMPY!!!
I tried to go to sleep - not because I was tired, but because I allegedly snore a little, and wanted to inflict this on my seating companion all the way across the East China sea - just for taking what was going to be my legroom. Well that didn't happen. Instead we started talking - and in fact he was a pleasant chap from Hanoi. He was studying in Dallas - I suppose that's a step up from Hanoi in some people's eyes - and ws on his way home for the summer. He introduced himself as Viet (I didn't want to as what his ask name was, just in case) and insisted that when we land, I should meet his parents. I know right - we had just met and all. This was just moving too quick. In any event, the crew demonstrated the Airbus' best feature - the doors - they open and you can get out.
After some negotiations relating to having my visa moved from my temporary passport to my proper passport (thanks for the rush job on that Jacob), and learning the difference between carousel 3A and carousel 3B (with a large dose of panic tossed in), I was collected by my driver and taken to the Hotel.
Read MoreBefore I get penalised for derisive comments, let me move on to the trip. I always thought that Airbus was a better way to fly - I was wrong. The Air Canada flight n a 767-300 was fairly comfortable. The on board entertainment was great and the leg room was manageable. I then got on the Airbus 330-300. In the words of a Justin Bieber fan - OMG. I had a window seat (good thing I couldn't open t - or I would have sat on the wing), BUT there was one of those "little" boxes by my feet - leaving me a whole 2.4536 mm (I measured it) in which to place my feet - toes and all.
At one point, I thought there was light at the end of the tunnel. The aisle seat next to me had not yet been taken and the cabin crew had already closed all the bins. The cruel turn of fate was that the very last soul (not Seoul) to broad the plane was indeed an oncoming train - or the size of one at least. Obviously he plonked himself and his carry on luggage in the seat next to me. I was GRUMPY!!!
I tried to go to sleep - not because I was tired, but because I allegedly snore a little, and wanted to inflict this on my seating companion all the way across the East China sea - just for taking what was going to be my legroom. Well that didn't happen. Instead we started talking - and in fact he was a pleasant chap from Hanoi. He was studying in Dallas - I suppose that's a step up from Hanoi in some people's eyes - and ws on his way home for the summer. He introduced himself as Viet (I didn't want to as what his ask name was, just in case) and insisted that when we land, I should meet his parents. I know right - we had just met and all. This was just moving too quick. In any event, the crew demonstrated the Airbus' best feature - the doors - they open and you can get out.
After some negotiations relating to having my visa moved from my temporary passport to my proper passport (thanks for the rush job on that Jacob), and learning the difference between carousel 3A and carousel 3B (with a large dose of panic tossed in), I was collected by my driver and taken to the Hotel.
