The Flight

Ref Sunday 5th Sept 2004

It is 7.35pm German time, and I am one hour into the second leg of my journey to Korea. Today was my 4th flight of my entire life, this time to the other side of the world. The flight from Manchester to Frankfurt was smooth but there was little time between the announcement of the gate number, and boarding the plane. Out of the window I saw Germany for possibility the first time-forest with pockets of civilization. Buildings encirled by fields which in turn were surrounded by the forest. Further towards Frankfurt, this became stripes but with the same princple applied: a row of buildings, a strip of fields either side, flanked by forest. The buildings have an uncanny resemblance to those in Sim City 3000.

Within an hour of taking off from Frankfurt, I have been offered headphones for FREE, presented with a face wipe, (only to be whipped away 10 min later), and given a glass of water with a complimentary snack. Yet more fine examples of German sharp effeciency. Browsing throught the menu I notice that there is a CHOICE of meals for dinner ( as opposed to the British 'eat this slush or starve' approach). I'm definately going for the beef, to satisfy my craving.

I am above the clouds- the sky soft pink mingling with yellow, blending to blues of varying hues and tones. I plug my headphones into the the arm of my seat, and select 'Korean Channel', bracing myself for the enchanting melodies of East Asia, only to find myself listening to ...Indie? Rock Music! Sang in Korean with a smattering of English. I'm going to fit right in. The next song is a diabolical attempt at R'n'B ("Shake da Boom"-must get Ryan to translate). Trying very hard not to laugh, actuallt succeed.

I have come to terms with the fact that I am far to tired to study some Korean, so now it is time to rest my pen and catch some zzzz's.