3 March 2015
Sydney is nowhere near Korea
Breakfast at the Qantas first class loung in Sydney
Before doing anything, I need to figure out how to use this awesome program I wrote that automatically encrypts everything I type here into a jumble of symbols so I can never fix it or update it again.
Now at least 10 years of refinements and programmatic shortcuts have got the whole thing to the point where I can no longer understand what I am doing.
After studying the idiots guide to web programming briefly, lets get going.
Today I am going to South Korea. I have been there before, so I am going again.
This destination was chosen based on available flights in the hour I allotted myself to choose a holiday destination for the time period I decided would be the most inconvenient for everyone.
Unlike last time, this time I am venturing all around the country. To small backwater towns of 2 or 3 million people no ones ever heard of.
Before all that, I need to get there, and that means a 6am flight to Sydney from Adelaide on Qantas, before transferring in a great rush to an Asiana 777, the very same airline and type of plane they bounced the tail off the ground in San Francisco last year before the fire engine ran over people escaping the burning wreck.
Wish me luck. Follow OZ602 on flightradar24.com, let me know if it turns into a fireball.
Its me, out front of my house, at 4:30am, making sure my camera is charged. Also practicing my patented pose.
Brace for many similar pictures, most will be darker than this one.
Its me again. I look about 12. Since vanity is high on my list of commendable qualities in an individual, it pleases me to take on the appearance of someone much younger than my ageing self.
The now very familiar Qantas first class lounge in Sydney, for breakfast. Although I dont have much time as I have to type this whilst I am here.
For breakfast I had fruit and yoghurt. It was very good. For the next 2 and a half weeks I will only eat fried spiders and similar items, so this was the last chance for good healthy eating. Important due to my involvemnt with the live strong movement, and my hero, world champion liar Lance Armstrong.
I can learn so much from him.
I went off on a tangent already, get used to it.
Also, got to board now, just a 10.5 hour flight. They only have squatter bathrooms on board, so I better go use the last western toilet I will see for weeks.