Arrived in Seoul

What a relief to make it to my hostel in Seoul, Bebop House, throw my bags down, and run down to the corner market and get a tall beer

The trek wasn't that bad.  I got lucky and ended up in the exit row on the airplane, which means infinite leg room.  I lucked out and sat next to a dood from Louisiana so I could have some final English conversations.  The airline fed us every couple hours--I think the net effect was it distorted me as to what time of day I should pretend to be in.  Also the fact that we traveled west with the sun, and never left high noon contributed.

After landing I got through customs pretty quick.  Much to my surprise, I get 3 months on a tourist visa, not 30 days

It took a while for my bag to come out, so I took a picture

And finally, a few pics from the hostel, Bebop house