Incheon International Airport.
This morning doesn’t even seem like a different day...
Just an extension of yesterday which started early with buses and airports and airplanes and then morphed and merged into me sitting in Korea in a sleep-deprived haze, sipping Dunkin‘ Donuts coffee...
Isaiah at Haneda International Airport last night.
A short, red-eyed hop across the pond...
Arriving at Incheon in Korea this morning.
Pretty cool little cubby at Incheon where people can sleep on large reclined cushions.
So how is Incheon International, after all the hype I saw about it on YouTube the other night?
It’s big. It’s pretty. It seems kind of innovative as far as airports go. I haven’t had time to explore it all.
Here is the interactive “K-Pop Zone” and “Fashion Zone,” where you can attend a “live concert” “front row,” or stand in front of the cameras and let the computer try on lots of different styles for you.
The Incheon Christmas tree looks fabulous!
One thing I didn’t expect to see, though, was all the garbage in the lounge area. Empty paper cups, snack wrappers, and other such flotsam and foodstuffs littered all over the floor. Things were just...disorganized. I felt like I was back in...America.
After 7 years in Japan, where people routinely clean the streets with tongs and white gloves even when there’s nothing to clean, this kind of thing jumps out at you. It was the same when I returned to Chicago 4 years ago, too.
To be fair, it was three a.m. But yeah, that lounge would have never passed the “order-is-more-important-than-your-soul” J-culture test.
Bad with the good, good with the bad, right? I gotta say though, I do enjoy the cleanliness of Japan. The bathrooms are second-to-none, and the attention to presentation and “wa” makes things more enjoyable for me.
On another note, folks here in Korea seem to be a bit more direct, than in Japan, generally speaking.
I just bought Isaiah a toy from a little souvenir shop here in the airport, and dealing with the lady at the register was kind of fun. She kept holding her hand up as she tried to punch some numbers, telling me simply “Wait. Wait.” Someone came in and attempted to offer her a toy to buy or exchange and she waved this woman off without a word. The man at the drugstore smiled and said hello to my son in a very genuine way. This happens in Japan, too, but the feeling of directness I get here is a bit different..in general. And I do like and appreciate directness.
Anyway, here we are. Next up: ‘Merica!!!!!!
~KafkA
Graham Smith is a Voluntaryist activist, creator, and peaceful parent residing in Niigata City, Japan. Graham runs the "Voluntary Japan" online initiative with a presence here on Steem, as well as Facebook and Twitter. (Hit me up so I can stop talking about myself in the third person!)