It’s 10:p.m. here in Toronto; our airport taxi will arrive at 5:30 a.m. We fly at 8:30—to Vancouver first, where we have an hour and a half, so I trust they’ll let us off the plane to stretch our legs, then to Seoul. The duration of the trip is just under 18 hours … that’s a long time to sit. We’ll arrive in Seoul at 3:30 Tuesday afternoon their time—that will make it about midnight here. I think. The time difference is 13 hours.
We’re packed, except for the computer bag. Peter is even now carrying suitcases down to the front hall. My clothing for travel is laid out and ready—I’ll be able to dress in the dark, though it won’t be pitch dark by then. In fact the robins will be singing.
On the Saturday morning news I heard that South Korea has asked the United Nations to take action in the wake of the torpedoing of their ship by the North Koreans—though the North Koreans deny they had any part in the incident. The South Korean president said the countries could be on the verge of war—but so far as I know the Canadian government has not yet issued any warning about travelling there. We have registered with the Canadian embassy in Seoul—you can do that online. Would we have bothered if the exchanges between North and South hadn’t been in the news? I expect not, since we’ve never bothered to register when travelling internationally before.
The past two days have been full of errands, lists, laundry, and scattered thoughts about what to take. As well as a ballet, taking the waters at Body Blitz, and meals out with the girls. My rooms have grown into themselves a little, turning away from me. Or perhaps it’s me turning away from them. They feel a little strange, a little abandoned. as I look around them and think that I won’t be sitting at either desk for some time.
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