A few observations about Koreans....

What to say about Koreans? First thing I noticed as we were waiting for our flight in Sydney is that many of the younger people (20-30 y/o) traveling together wear matching outfits. Yes, it's true. I got great amusement out of watching this and tried to get some pics...

This couple actually had on matching jeans, white tank tops, a PINK shirt and a maroon jackets to go over the top. The only matching things they didn't have were hats (the hats where the same color but different logos) and shoes...although they both wore white shoes. We found this all quite amusing...no idea why...there were tons of couples all over the airport that were matched up. James is trying to convince me to buy matching outfits for the way home.

Second thing I noticed about Koreans in the airport is that they love to queue. They had not even announced ANYTHING about the flight and we had 10 minutes until we were supposed to board and they started trying to line up. The gate agents were telling people to sit down and not line up yet which resulted in a secondary line I called the pre-pre line...James says this normal for Koreans and that they love to get in a line, any line....it was crazy. The flight was never announced for boarding...almost everyone (except the Americans) were already in the line to get on board. Oh, and they love to push when they think you're not going fast enought in the line. We got on the plane and had to wait for some people putting luggage away and this TINY 4 foot grandma kept pushing into James' back to try to get him to move faster....

When you fly a Korean airline the food gets really interesting. Some was good like bibimpap but they give it to you with seaweed soup which tastes like rotten fish ( I tried it just to say I did). For breakfast they gave us a choice of a "western" meal with a disgusting looking omelet or pumpkin porridge, just as disgusting.

Yesterday we went to do some shopping at Itaewon. It is cold here and I didn't bring a winter coat since Australia was starting into summer. Here it is winter. As we looked through shop after shop I began to realize that NOTHING in this country will likely fit me, an "averaged" sized American women. Everything is a size 4...which is clearly not my size. In fact, we talked to one shop owner/lady about a coat and she summoned her co-worker. They were talking and pointed at me and said a word James didn't know but we clearly knew it was something about me being "too big" . Nice. But it made us laugh. Even James is not able to fit into a "normal" size here.