|Yes, mother, her hair is purple.|
The first leg of the trip took us to Vancouver, British Columbia. A short jump of only about 35 minutes, the flight hardly seemed worth it. But the low altitude of our two-propeller plane meant we could soak up the spectacular natural beauty of Puget Sound, the San Juan Islands and the snow-capped Cascades. Also, it meant one more stamp in the passport than we’d have had if we’d gone straight to Seoul — woot!
Our Canadian layover was long enough for a comfortable meal, and although it was still only 10:30am, we had been up long enough to be ready for lunch.
|Burger with bacon, cheddar cheese and a mixed green salad|
Or maybe we should call it brunch, or elevenses, or whatever — because as soon as we got on the plane they served us another lunch. Naturally I wolfed it down. Travel mode is akin to survival mode, in the sense that you don’t turn down a hot meal when you don’t know when the next one will come.
|Chicken with rice|
Despite my early-morning intentions to sleep during the entire flight to Seoul, once I got on the plane I just couldn’t do it. I mean, when else am I going to have all those uninterrupted hours to read books and watch movies and listen to playlists of international music curated by an airline for mass consumption?
I began by finishing Where’d You Go, Bernadette?, which ended in what I felt was an unsatisfying state of disarray.
Then I settled down with a new book about sex.
Well, more like the physiology of sex and history of our scientific study of it. The first few chapters of Mary Roach’s book, Bonk, were all about how awkward it is to be a scientist researching (or a nonfiction author writing about) everyone’s favorite but oh-so-unspoken pastime, and about how it took science a really long time to research things like vaginal orgasms with a straight face and any sort of scientific rigor. (It’s a super interesting book, and Mary Roach has a wonderfully wry take on the subject matter; I only wish she’d provided a couple of diagrams for those of us whose only experience with lady parts dates back to the oh-so-chaste diagrams they show in 8th-grade sex ed.)
When my eyes got tired of reading, I switched from text to video. I watched Kate Blanchett fall apart beautifully in Blue Jasmine . . .
and marveled, sometimes literally with bated breath, as Tim Jenison figured out how to recreate a Vermeer painting in the documentary Tim’s Vermeer . . .
before taking a break for ramen . . .
and then finally catching up on the latest season of Sherlock.
By that time the flight attendants had brought up the cabin lights and were serving breakfast.
|More chicken with rice|
Before I knew it, we were descending into Seoul. Only then did I realize that I’d forgotten to take a nap! It’s just so hard to fit everything in during a ten-hour flight!