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airport — Fourteen hours later, we'd arrived at Incheon Airport, just outside of Seoul, Korea.

airport — ...and then checked in and headed to the gate!

airport — Not! Hahah.

airport — I landed in Chang Mai, a smidge before midnight.

airport — Thai Airways flight from Phuket to Chang Mai? About $65! Woooo!

airport — Meredith laughing at me reading Wired. Which she now reads. (Guess who's been infected with NERDOM?)

airport — With plenty of time to spare before our flight we decided to mack and relax with some McDonald's breakfast.

airport — We were immediately innundated to the relaxed Jamaican attitude that we'd heard so much about when he hit the mother of all lines trying to get through Jamaican immigration. No rush at all, mon!

airport — The shuttle bus drove us out onto the tarmac and right up to the plane.

airport — I made it through customs without event and cab a cab to...

airport — While walking around the airport kept seeing all these signs for separate "prayer rooms" they had set up to accommodate five different religions. The room for Christian prayer is a normal room. The other four rooms for the other denominations all have trapdoor floors that send any (filthy, non-Christian infidel) inhabitants down a chute into a giant incinerator. You gotta keep an eye on those sneaky Germans!

airport — Had a two-hour in Frankfurt before catching my Estonian Air flight into Tallinn - hey, you can smoke in the airport in Germany!

airport — Helsinki; the daughter of the Baltic! As you'd expect it was very neat and orderly...

airport — Pimping, contrary to popular belief, IS reletively easy...as long as someone else is paying for it.

airport — Here's Jake ready to ensure the security of his member.

airport — Admiral's club just means you get plates of baby carrots and ranch dressing, but you get to do it in leather chairs, while businessmen give you shitty looks.

airport — Jake seemed to think that we could pass unnoticed into the business class "Admiral's Club." As I predicted, We went over like a reggae band at a KKK rally.

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