Part I. Getting into the Plane

What would you like to do with your last couple of $20's in the airport? get some Atlanta souvenir? have your shoes cleaned? exchange with euros?


WRONG. well, not wrong, you can do whatever you want with it. but we went to wendy's. Come on, wendy's doesn't exist, hell, there aren't even any redheads in korea. That last baconator with some swite tie (it's how I say sweet tea, for those who don't know lol) was unforgettable. But I still had some moneys leftover, so I bought that journal, some gum & candies, and a sports illustrated. I had like 13 cents leftover, so I gave it to that cashier who sold me that SI. I thought at the time, and I think now that those were some good buy's. Especially when the train ride gets lengthier, an issue of SI gives you the relief from boredom with sports, well, and some girls every few pages. Not that you need to see American girls in Europe, no offence girls; my brother commented that Europe is like Kohl's. Cuz there are so many manikins walking around, men & women. 


Anyway, we got on that plane at around 8:55pm. I told you exit row gave us some extra leg room, but there's one more. Because the exit row is located in the very front of the economy seats and the business class is rarely full, you can store your stuff in the business class overheads. It might not seem that big, but you can get in & out fast, and well, there are some delicious cookies in the biz class. Another tip. If you couldn't get an exit row, just wait as long as you can from the check-in desk downstairs. The planes are almost always overbooked, which means, if you end up not having an assigned seat, they might bump you to the fancy seats, give you voucher, or may even offer cash. And believe me, business/first class is where you want to be. 


It may just be the fantasy of my own (aside from anything related to the flight attendants), but you always hope for that hot girl or guy seating next to you in the airplane-it's just better that way (whether or not you go for that mile-high club, what?!). It's better to meet them in the business class so you can pretend like you're a millionaire, but obviously this time through, I was in economy writing in a journal when this girl walked in and sat on that window seat next to me. This is good, just because it's a girl. Guys are boring in the airplanes. She was brunette, long wavy hair, and was pretty short but fit as well. What attracted me more than here cute face was the fact that she had a heavy British accent!! I've heard guys talking about how they have a thing about foreign accents, but never believed it, because I guess if you live in the states, you get too americanized. But this girl was all-out Brit, who wouldn't tell me anything except that she was a student. She was very talkative and friendly. STOP. right there. I wish I was writing some kind of a novel and could expand on this the way I want. You know, we got close talking during the entire 8-hour ride, and we had breakfast when we got off, she invited me to go somewhere with her, this and that... NO. That doesn't happen in reality. I'll expand on this later (There's not much more). 


I don't know this for sure, but when I told some of you, you wanted to know everything I did and ate. So here it goes. As soon as the plane was parallel to the ground again, the (british) stewardesses started serving wine. I guess that meant drink and sleep. No, seriously, that's what they mean. If you guys are going on some long international flights (including hawaii i guess) if you follow the sleep cycle the airplane provides with the lights, you'll have a shorter jetlag. This was a red wine called Palacio de Bezares, standard 12.5% 6.3oz; it was good, but strong. Anyway, as far as that story with the girl goes, after about 5 minutes after she drank this, she slept through the entire way until the plane wasn't parallel again. And she took the food to go. Pretty realistic, huh? 


Here's the description of that dinner though, served around 10pm: 

The dinner is finally served!! Obviously, my brother has been saying, "Either turn off the lights or bring us food!" in Korean, obviously. The dinner was, another glass of the same wine, coffee, Lasagna (or Turkey with veggies) and potatoes, Canadian Nanton water, a roll with butter, blueberry pie, and a salad with Balsamic Vinaigrette. This Spanish wine will knock me out in a second. The salad was Very good. The lasagna was ok, I though the cheese was not melted and it was vegetarian. The coffee is excellent, good hazelnut. 

 No pictures of this meal, unfortunately... my phone was in my bag. But later in the journal it says,

I guess Ashley's 'virtual trip' started off on a wrong button because I forgot to take pictures of airplane & stuff. But I just went and got my camera, so I'll take a good pic of the breakfast and landing to London Heathrow. Maybe I can get a wifi signal in London and post some stuff to my blog. and Ashley, if you're reading this, I brought your sheet, just for the record. Alright, I'm out, see yall on the Christmas Day in London, time to change my watch to Greenwich, 3:41am

For those who don't know about this, Ashley is my roommate's girlfriend (hence, my roommate) who wanted me to take the piece of paper in which she wrote places I should visit and things I should eat. Did I do it? neh. maybe a little. In the journal, I wrote some useless stuff too like the direction the toilet water flushes; in Northern hemisphere, it rotates clockwise, but in Southern, it's counter clockwise, but in the airplanes, it's straight. Yeah.. i'm weird, but whatever. pics pics pics, next post!