After spending the night in the airport, which surprisingly is not an uncommon sight at Incheon airport, I'm finally at Marta's place. I was really excited about the bus ride for about 45 minutes, and then I fell asleep again. It's probably due to the heavy rainfall, since it is typhoon season, and high temperatures that everything growing is so lush and green; it's nice to see loads of trees alongside the highways. However, it doesn't seem to make a difference in the smog department. Seoul only appeared once we were already in it, while the bridge that brought us there had subsequently disappeared. Getting away from the bridges over the Han River was quite relieving, I'm still a little antsy from watching The Host.

Now we are relaxing with cups of David's Tea and Fairmount bagels. I think some cruel agent took some of the jam I brought for Marta from her grandmother, and if that is the case I truly hope they get sick from it.