Desk crews and stewardesses make the same fashion and cultural statement: slim, elegant women with hair pulled back in the mode of a bullet train.
The last two hours is on Asiana which is very cheerful and friendly and serves everything. It is also the South Korean airline whose plane crashed at San Francisco five days later.
Now I’m at the Inchon Airport, Korea's international welcome mat. Inchon was voted the best airport in the world last year but before I can judge for myself I’m headed to bed, after a little hot water.
By the time I get to sleep it is the 31st of June. That’s because I’ve crossed the international date line, losing a calendar day. I’m eager to begin whatever I’ll experience in Korea before regaining that lost day when headed home on July 29.