Incheon, South Korea

- 5.45am, Korean Time -

Somehow none of our handphones work here. Singaporean, Russian, American; only korean phones seem to have connectivity here. Which is a laugh, coz mustafa's phone is made in korea too.
There dont seem to be working internet booths, which explains why am i looking over my shoulder, ducking constantly as i type. Im on a bloody hijacked terminal at the reception booth; appareantly they dont start work till 7.30, which gives me quite some time to type. Only hazard is the security walking around.
It has been 6 bloody hours of uncomfortable flying. Now its another 6 hours of waiting at the transit. GAH. my brains are shot. i really dont feel like going up on the next flight.
On the bright side, ive managed to chat up this really so cute pinoy, on the pretext of querying phone status. *grin* see who says im a groucho pants? Sweetness.
Second bright spark is that i might be able to move out of the airport and walk around the area for a while. We'll see how.
Somehow korean servers dont seem to recognise my blog website. I can post but cant view it! Talk about serious compatability problems.
next stop is narita. cant take it, i must have a shower there. IT costs like 8,000 whatever currency here to get a bloody shower. i dont know how much is that but i dont think its cheap
Ah fuck. here comes security