The lady to my left was not a soccer player. She was a Phillipino mother of two. I know, you're like, "Omg, Jam jam is racist because he made note of her ethnicity." She was flying to Manilla. She does this once a year, and three years ago her husband stopped joining her on these trips because he is disabled. Unfortunate.
I only had to pee once during the flight and I climbed over her. She told me later that she didn't notice and this reinforced my self image that is tactile and dexterous.
At Narita I didn't have much time until my next flight so unfortunately is was spent on Skype telling Wells Fargo that I was in Korea and to not freak out.
Flying from Tokyo to Ulsan was way better. I had a row of three seats all to myself. My request for a vegetarian meal actually went through on this one too so I ate these little sandwiches that were basically avocado sliders with some Korean sauce. Korea has mad sauce.
Customs takes like ten minutes when I land. I grab my bag and walk out to see Justin and his two homies. After I hug Justin I get buffalo'd and have to drink a bottle of Soju.
Still don't really understand what it is, but it's 20% alcohol? Anyways, they gave me two minutes to finish it and the last sip was at the buzzer. After the train I get a Shanghai burger from Mcdonald's.
We get the last train back to Jason's (one of Justin's friends) neighborhood to grab some of Justin's stuff (he spent the weekend there or something). This was whatever and boring but the cab ride after was nutty. I guess when it's late the cabs run every red light while they have a TV in the front featuring Man vs. Wild. Wearing your seat belt isn't a law either.
Josh gets dropped off and I finally get to Justin's. He lives on the fourth floor of the building he works in. There's a huge banner of white kids doing something on the front of the building. In the wind it is loud as shit and sounds like thunder.
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