An electronic arcade rendition of Beethoven’s fifth fades in and out as I write this from the Incheon Airport in Seoul. The transport trolleys play this sound rather than the irritating warning beeps that I became so familiar with at the Hartford airport while I waited for my delayed plane.
After the second delay, my odds of making my connecting flight in Detroit evaporated. Rather than finding a new flight out of Hartford, the airline booked me a cab to JFK that cost $100 less than my flight to Hanoi.
The Incheon Airport is quite impressive. Classical music played lightly as the plane descended over the Yellow Sea that reflected the sun in that pale aesthetic often used to characterize movies set in the near future- something like Her or Blade Runner. The airport itself felt like a quiet biosphere, massive windows with automated shades and indoor gardens that rival some botanical gardens.
I’m about to board with my flight to Hanoi so I’ll continue my writing whenever I next have some in between time.
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Some photos of what I packed.
I’ve since added a day pack and an extra pair of shorts to my wardrobe. Sandals are next on my shopping list, but I’ve struggled to find anything in my size.
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Dave Tortora 