I'm in LAX right now, waiting for my flight to Korea. I got up this morning at 3:45 a.m. after a very restless night (I was trying to bring bushes into Seoul all night, and worrying they wouldn't get planted properly.) I flew from Colorado Springs to LA and now have a 4 hour layover.
It's good I had that long, as it took me about 1 hour to find my gate! Several people misdirected me; I can't imagine how hard of a time I'd have if I didn't speak English. There were no labeled signs, and there is apparently a separate terminal for the Asian/South Pacific flights. But now I'm here.
The Korean Air staff who checked me in were by far the prettiest and friendliest I've seen. (Well, Dutch stewardesses are perhaps prettier, but not friendlier.) They had very fun futuristic looking uniforms with bows that looked like chopsticks. I get a kick out of the small things.
My next flight will be 13 hours long. As Mike puts it, he doesn't even like to be awake that long in any given day. I'm interested to see what lunch and dinner on a Korean flight are like. After this killer flight, I have a 2-hour layover in Seoul, then another 4 hour flight to Manilla. I'll get in Manilla at 11 pm.
Manila is 14 hours ahead, so I will have been traveling about 28 hours. Yay! Well, there's not much to say. I'm just sitting here. Sitting. Sitting.