Days 1 & 2 & 3

Met up with Power at Kastrup after finishing and filing my review of Transiteatrets performance of "Die Maßnahme" during Festspillene i Bergen in May. Then we met Bjørn and Jan at Frankfurt. Semi-first time meeting Bjørn, since we had only briefly said hello once at Rasmus Hansen's place in Berlin. Our first on-hand contact with the people of Korea came when Bjørn knocked a woman and/ or her daughter in the head on his way into the pre-boarding gate-area of Lufthansa flight 712. Slightly envious of the people seated inside the All Nippon 747 at the next gate, we found our seats inside our Airbus 330. Bjørn and Jan at 54 H and K, Erlend and Power at 56 H and K.

Bjørn and Jan immediately fell into game-mode and started playing Call of Duty, which, after some time, I too got involved with. In spite of Jan’s claims that I got off to a great start I really only went into my old habit of walking around, aimlessly and away from the action, getting killed occasionally.Power and I then talked about the importance of avoiding the trap of exotification of everything on our trip. Lost in Translation-style jetlag-fueled wide-eyed what-the-fuckness is one thing, and can be lots of fun to see or read, but photographic evidence and endless reflections of everything that is "different" in this oh so weird weird country is just a kind of American-style post-graduation get a brain morans travelling abroad for the first time bullshit.

The first day went by pretty much as Power described. We were very good and stayed up until late so as to avoid getting bad jetlag. We could rightly be very proud of ourselves as we went to sleep at a local jimjilbang (For the record: I'm somewhere inbetween Power and Jan on the merits of these places. I love the sauna-action, but I have to admit a certain tendency towards Power-style diva princess-requirements when it comes to sleeping arrangements. I.e. wouldn't mind a bed at some point here.)

So anyway, on the second day we of course went and got trainwrecked at various clubs and now we're here a bit past midnight of day 3. Day 2 ended around 8 a.m. this morning when Bjørn, Jan and I stumbled back into the jimjilbang and went to sleep on the skinny, skinny mattresses again. Miraculously day 3 didn't start until 16.30 when we all finally woke up again and, after more lovely sauna-action, went for breakfast at, ahem, Starbucks. So yeah, our excesses last night means that we're actually back on Norwegian time and even though I guess we're kinda sleepy right now, I think we're basically fucked. And oh yes, the humidity right now, according to the Yahoo weather service is 88%. We are sitting at each our computers listening to Etta James. Jooyoung just asked Bjørn to look at something. Bjørn replied with asking if she could send a link.