For the next 6 days, this blog will document my travels in Korea. I am perched in an economy class on a bumpy flight enroute to Gimpo airport—a small airport in Seoul. Beside me is my sleeping beauty, and lovely Korean American girlfriend. Today’s entry will document the transport part of our trip. We are coming all the way from Apartment One in Shenzhen to Seoul Korea.
Transport, in my opinion, is always the worst part of any adventure. Day 1 proves to my original theory. Our adventures have been stale thus far. Sweaty armpits, jogging to board a flight, and being congested in China travel are adjectives used to describe our experience.
In terms of perks, we were lucky and blessed to make a ferry ride to the Hong Kong International Airport from Shenzhen. A calm sea met us, with little to be wary about at this point in our trip. Priase the lord for allowing us to make all our flights today.
Then the fun in transportation started—we made our Air China flight, but were delayed. For some reason, we thought it a great idea to fly from Hong Kong to Beijing, and then to finally landside on Korean soil. We probably did this to save money, but after a discussion with my girlfriend, we both forgot why we booked it “this way.” Am I making her forgetful too?
We made our international transfer flight from Beijing, and are flying to Soeul now.
My fatally terrible memory cannot seem to recall whether or not I confirmed the booking for our Airbnb. Ahhh. Stupid. Again, everything feels so last minute.
To give some context: my girlfriend is Korean American. She has travelled to Korea before. If we are to apply a label to her, she would classify herself as a foodie (and proudly so, I think). I’m not just talking about someone who enjoys eating and food in general, I am talking hardcore Foodie that watches YouTube videos of other Koreans taking big “bites” of food and consuming large dishes are restaurants. Yeah, that’s here.
And God has blessed me for having the opportunity to travel under the guidance of her foodie itinerary. Tonight, after we are done “transporting,” we will hopefully have time to sink our teeth into a famous chicken Korean restaurant.
Seriously, though, why can’t I remember if I booked the AirBnb for us or not? Am I seriously going senile? It is not that I am unrealiable (at least I like to tell myself I am not), but… Come on!