Booking this flight a day later than I could have was basically a stroke of genius. I didn't go out last night, because I'm a good girl, and I've avoided the night-before-a-flight curse, by booking a flight that leaves at midnight. Despite my best efforts to sleep in super late this morning, I woke up first at five, again at six and seven, and finally got up for good at eight. Which means I've spent the morning studying Korean and padding around my apartment throwing clothes around and trying to figure how I got so many of them, and in what combination they should go into my suitcase. Packing for a winter trip is a pain in the ass, especially since clothing in Korea basically involves nothing but layers upon layers. Lucky for me, everything I own is either red or black, so I shouldn't end up producing any completely hideous or mystifying combinations.
All the batteries are charged. All the words in the next two chapters of the Korean book have been translated so I can continue to study on the plane, despite the absence of an electronic dictionary (should get on that when I return). Phone numbers, addresses and flight times have all been duly recorded in the travel notebook. Bills paid. Money withdrawn from the bank. Music uploaded on to mp3 player. I think I'm almost ready to go.
Does anyone remember if lighters are allowed on flights out of Incheon? If I don't get at least one cigarette in Dubai, I'll cry....
Take care, kiddos. Next correspondence will come from Glasgow.