A petite and very pale Asian woman screams at the sight of a cricket. Better not tell her that they eat them here...Her chubby partner jumps up to the rescue and hushes the critter away with vehemence. Then they kiss.
I am heading to the land of fluro-essence. Well, only for several hours and then catching a plane to the land of knedliky and fried cheese sandwich. Oh and beer.
My passport is stamped. I am – apparently – Czeched in all the way to Prague and hope to see my suitacase pregnant with goods and essentials appear on the conveyer belt in some ridiculous amount of hours, half a world away – in a country I once called full time home.
Around me, at Gate 3, expensive small water bottle at my side, it’s a gadget galore of ipods, ipads, tablets, smart phones and godknowswhatelse. I feel like a dinosaur with my pencil and a note book. Better send my last message from my smart phone – mainly to fit in.
Most passengers will call Seoul home and I – oh, the cricket returns and is swept away with help of the sturdy boarding pass..... and I? Where was I?
I will spend several hours marveling at goods similar to those I see around me now. I expect to see no crickets.
Extremely short shorts clad family (dad included) finds their nesting-waiting place right opposite me. Dad can barely stand straight unsupported, extreme camera gear weight crushing his shoulders while he seems to be having a wrestling match with his top notch tripod. One of the superfluous cameras hangs around his neck and would match my newly polished nails perfectly – it’s PURPLE! I would have loved to see their photos.
10 year or so old boy screams at the top of his voice as his tiny ankle swells up with two pink hillocks of a mosquito bite. The family emergency kit emerges and various ointments are applied, comforting the boy only little. Maybe all he wanted was tiger balm....
The official airport fluro crew starts to stir and passengers eager to be seated flock to the gate. We will be boarding soon. A Korean youngster with more adventurous blood in is veins than is customary offers his boarding pass to the cricket as a ramp for international and inter-special friendship, but cricket finds this little exciting and returns to haunt his little pale victim. Much more fun.
Purple techno family – one fancy SLR each in various colours (the kids are about 6 and 10) are in hysteric pressing frantically the review buttons and laughing at the fun they had. I have seen them – or their clones, V here, V there, temple, temple, tick – we've been!
Blink – and I am in Korea. Or maybe not. I wish it was this simple and teleportation actually existed. Alas, mere 5 hours later with little to report in terms of excitedness, I am gliding across the smooth and polished surface of the Icheon (renamed Itchy On) airport resisting the urge to jump on my trolley and whizz through like a rebel. Grow up. I am falling over at the sight of drinking water fountains dotted along the corridors every few meters, fancy round free standing sinks in the loos and – behold – automatically replacing plastic toilet seat covers.....rrrrwhizzz and here we go, ready to use, bum conditions very hygienic indeed. Have I been living out the realms of civilization for too long? For the botanically inclined, Itchy-On has an array of impressive live trees and plants scattered throughout the airport building accompanied with the description of the species in various languages. Impressed.
Gloria Jean has kindly provided me with much needed coffee and my stuffed travelling companions (Nat the Knit and Fennec the Fox) are having a fight over a 1000 Won note. No winner is sight.
Shorts of various bright colours (but not much fabric) seem to be in, specially in gum boots combo. Hmmm. Land of fluro stands up to its name as I see bright footwear everywhere, shell suits and clashing patterns. Hello 80’s, I have missed you.
Horizontal, plugged in, I am passing time staring at the ceiling while the sound of snoring from couple of benches to my left is keeping me from dozing. Just as well. My phone is set to Cambo time and I’d better not miss my flight.
anna bella betts
Never still, always on the move, looking for the perfect capture... Cambodia is currently my home, presenting endless opportunities....
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