Love Motel

As Carrie and I get off the plane the rush of worries hits me: who is going to pick us up? Where will he/she be? Did they get the right time? Alas, we get our bags and go through customs and find only a sea of unfamiliar faces passively greeting us. We walk up and down the beautiful Incheon airport to no avail. Carrie, however, is drawing some looks from the young looking "security guards" who look like they couldn't secure a lamp post.

After waiting for about 15 minutes which seemed more like 60, we are greeted by Harris who we will strain to understand for the next few days. There will be many a "riiiiiiight" uttered followed by awkward silences over the next two days. There is a brief greeting and we are on our way to Incheon city where we will spend the next two days while our director and his family are on vacation.

Korea is all that I thought Asia would be. It is already very busy and the roads are full of vehicles that, while similar to home, add a touch of exotic to our first few hours. We arrive at the hotel through a series of narrow streets and go into the garage through a kind of rubber curtain (which I would later find out is there for the privacy of the hotel guests who frequently visit on extra-marital affairs).

The inside is no less sensational. As we walk the hallways of our first Korean abode I am dazzled by black lights and luminescent ocean mural on the walls. We arrive in our room to find a pink vinyl cirle bed with red headboard lamp, a cheesy 80's black and white picture of a couple making out, and all manner of lotions and smell'ems on the vanity. The complimentary lotions are all half-used mind you and pale in comparison to the "vagina cleaner" found in the bathroom on a scale of hilarity. I turn on the TV to find the soft-porn channel at a volume of about 80 and swiftly search the room for hidden cameras.

The bed is not made for sleeping, but is actually quite functional.