I left from seattle in the middle of the afternoon, after much waving (so much waiving) at security, and bought a copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude and a burrito before going to my gate in the asian corner of SeaTac. My flight was delayed (which is perhaps so obvious it needn’t be written) and I ended up finding my row, in which a rather fat man (so fat) was huffing and puffing in an attempt to get settled, and I had the window seat so he had to get up again. I fell asleep, strangely, and woke up an hour later to find they had just served the first meal. I drifted back into consciousness watching my neighbor, who it must be repeated was very, very fat, eating his airplane meal in tiny bites.My seat had some kind of plastic thing on the floor in front of it so my legs had to go in his... personal space, and I could only see the wing from my window (which I was asked to close for most of the flight) and I watched a little bit of cloudy with a chance of meatballs on my seat’s screen, in which a very, very fat man demanded that food fall from the sky and proceeded to choke down a hot dog easily three times the size any hot dog should ever be, even fictional ones, and then people were swimming in food, and no matter how many times you throw around the word sanitary it seemed really gross, and my neighbor was eating a ham sandwich, and my headphones broke (my top priority today is headphone repair) with 5 of eleven hours to go, and only stood up twice the whole time, and the fat man had a very wheezy voice and it was pretty rough is what I’m saying. We went over the bering sea and siberia and flew right over Anchorage, according to the seat-back screen. The earth is round, I guess.
Seoul had a nice airport and I didn’t have to take off my shoes to go through the metal detector, which was relaxing, though my that point I was feeling feverish and nauseated and had a headache, which a sign informed me are all signs of pig flu, though it was probably only lack of sleep. On the flight to Japan I just put my head in my elbow for two hours, and missed the bento-ish meal they served. I wasn’t over the wing but everything was dark so I didn’t really see the white-topped mountains the other students were talking about this morning.I stayed at the airport and everyone talked to me in english, and having a hotel room to myself was not too depressing because everything seemed kind of novel, though the only place I could find to plug in my computer was in the bathroom. I slept well, though the pillow was rather hard (it felt kind of like a taffy pillow, which made me think of that rather gross movie on the plane) and I managed to wake up at the right time even though my cell phone ran out of power.
In the morning after paying my... surprisingly large bill and met the other Kansai Gaidai students after wandering around the airport for a while. We all talked and I bought a coffee (hot out of the machine, how nice) but have not eaten since my second round of soft, soft beef on my 11 hour flight. So: now I’m on the bus and writing this. Lots of industry, factories and the like... it’s the Hanshin industrial region, I suppose. The air is pretty opaque for air. I’m going to frantically study kanji for the rest of the bus ride. There’s a kid in front of my who is an incarnation of some Shia Lebouf character. Looks like him, acts like one of his characters.
Also: stay tuned for a piece by piece transcriptions of the journal I took in Japan in High School.
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