The airport was bloody jammed with flight-stealing schoolkids as usual - trying to get on or off Jeju with anything less than a few weeks notice is often not possible. Whinge. I was tempted to start answering "I'm from mind your own fuckin' business" to the incessant and ubiquitous Korean schoolkid sentence fragment "Oooh where prom?", but thought better of it.
Oh yeah, we spotted the ground crew swapping out a tire on our plane before we boarded. This alone didn't overly concern me, but watching Clipboard Guy (far left waving guy) discover, study, palm, then drop a superfluous bolt down a grate while we taxied out did, a bit. The flight to Busan takes but a few brief moments, barely enough time to sneak some well-concealed Jack into the complimentary Coke. Rebels us. Spotted Chuja-do. P.S. First class, bitches!
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