I don't think I am in Kansas anymore....
I walked out of the exit gate into Incheon airport to meet hordes of people clutching flowers, cameras and wearing expressions of adoration.
Not my devoted fans but the Korean Althetes returning from the Pan Asian Games.
My boss SangSuk Lee speaks English with a Canadian accent, he says call him Kyle.
For my first night I appear to be staying on the Blade Runner set.
Bucheon is gritty, industrial and urban with an assault of strip light advertising, a graffiti tagger run riot with neon pens, every building a day glow scrawl, aflashing advert.
We pull into an underground garage, bleak concrete decked out in the obligatory neon, through a stone lined corridor and into a lift decked out in shiny mosaic and glittering mirror tiles. Up to the ninth floor, another corridor of exposed monumental brickwork and industrial metal furnishings.
The room door operates with a key card that once inside you lace in a slot by the door. When you leave the room, you leave the lights and the telly and the two computers on and removing the card, turns everything off! Returning to your room later and replacing the key turns everything back on again!
The main hotel doors have a sign labelled Push. So you push it and your weight moves the door outwards right?
Oh, no not for this hotel, no..no they slide open with the Star trek noise..
My goody bag from the hotel included toothpaste, two toothbrushes, a hairband, earbuds, shower gel, hand cream, "lady cream", shaving foam and a razor. There was also a basket of pyjamas. A massive shower and a huge bathtub with superjets and a toilet with three sets of dials on!!!
The second half of my evening was indeed spent knob turning and then leaping bravely out of the way. Easily pleased, me.
Having said that the bidet function still managed to spit in my eye. So that was my first evening in Korea, swallowing toilet water.
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