Nous sommes passés prendre nos sacs a dos a l'hotel et avons marché jusqu'à la gare de bus toute proche. Mais le vendeur refusant de nous vendre a bus ticket to the airport (he pretended with traffic jams, we risk being late when our flight was 4 hours later!), we walked up to a Skytrain station. After a change, we jumped on the train to Airport Express. Finally, with nearly three hours in advance that we arrived at the airport. We registered our bags. The flight to Seoul was not full, the station manager gave us a row of 4 seats for 2 of us. That would certainly help to get some sleep. Then we spent time in the airport and many internationally recognized awards for the quality of its facilities. However, when we thought we find in one of these mega-modern airports has untold goodwill, we were certainly in a modern airport, but very respectable size and very quiet in the number of departures and arrivals. 23:45
precise, our plane was shaking. Our long journey home had begun. The flight went like a charm (despite the fact that we were in an A330 and I could not help but give a thought to what happened four weeks ago over the Atlantic). At 7:30, after more than seven hours of flight, we landed in Seoul.
During that lasted 3 hours in port, we walked into this beautiful and huge''Incheon airport.'' Number of duty-free shops offer the full panoply of course the more luxurious items, but most offer free workshops to learn the passenger has some Korean arts. For us, it was making''''Korean socks, bits of cardboard in the shape of the sock is covered with crepe paper glued. Once dried, you pass a string through a hole that is drilled in their end and we get a pretty decoration that can be used as a keychain or cell phone for decoration. Simple, mais tellement efficace pour faire passer le temps.
Puis nous avons rejoint notre vol suivant. Notre Boeing 747 était plein a craquer. Une fois l'avion rempli de passagers et de fret, nous nous sommes dirigés en bout de piste. Le commandant de bord a mis la pleine puissance et le mastodonte s'est élancé pour décoller. Durant les 13.5 heures suivantes, nous avons filé a 950 km/h et a 10000 metres d'altitude. Nous nous sommes alors consacrés a une succession d'activités tel que manger, dormir, boire, regarder des films et jouer a des jeux. Soudain, l'avion ralentit, piqua légerement du nez et le pilote nous annonça notre arrivée prochaine. Quelques instants plus tard, nous survolions New York. Manathan was at our feet. We did a big loop over the Atlantic, then the commander makes a final tight right at low altitude to align our plane on the runway at JFK. The wheels touched the runway. By doing so, we would breathe the air of North America just 10 ½ months after leaving the continent, 18 August 2008.
Once landed, we went through the normal process of immigration (smoothly) and then we switched devices to take our last plane that we would close the loop. A short subway ride air and we were there. It was interesting to find the cozy and somewhat sanitized U.S. airports with their long, carpeted corridors, their sequence of''fast food''and their devices very linear. Note that after waiting plane arrives (!), We finally boarded the shuttle''''American Eagle has flights to the beautiful Montreal. Being behind the schedule, the tour has taken us to all aircraft in the queue for take-off and we put our gas without seeking rest. More than an hour and a half and our trip would be well and truly over. While the pilot slalommait between gigantic cumulonimbus notes strewn on the road, we dreamed our trip without realizing that the end was imminent. A bit like we had a few days to realize that began 10 months and a half ago.
Passing over Lake Champlain in Plattsburgh, we began our descent. The time has discovered, as we welcome the country. The St. Laurent Montreal shone brightly. In the distance, outlined against the Montreal skyline. A last loop on Lake St. Louis to lose altitude and we sat in line on the runway at the Pierre Elliott Trudeau airport. The track was tight and we took a deep breath just before the wheels touch the ground. A bit like a movie or the hero finds himself in the head water and that we take one last breath of oxygen with him ... because you never know how long it will last. In our case, the screeching of the wheels on the tarmac meant the end of a long adventure. The aircraft joined the terminal and we had a Canadian immigration.
The officer seemed surprised that we were gone so long. She must be newly assigned to this position because people who go long ... ''''S a lot! Finally, after having picked up our bags on the carousel, the last step was to cross Canada Customs. With the remarks of the officer of the Immigration and stamps collection alien who decorated our passports, we were certain to have to spend a moment at the excavation. But to our surprise, the customs officer took our declaration form has cast an eye on it and we launched a''good day''as stoical as your baker who greet you when you enter his store to buy a baguette. Automatic doors were opened. Behind every massing of many who had sought a relative, friend, client, a family member. To welcome us, it's Stephanie who was. What a nice feeling to return after so long. It was tight, and then we joined Gary was in the car. We put our bags in the trunk and took the motorway to the south. This time, we come full circle. For real. While parading the road and that we find so familiar places, a strange feeling we lived. A mixture of nostalgia for completing a journey as unique and comfort has to finally ask us to return and begin to digest what we had eaten for so long. But soon, one thing has taken over this''melting pot''of emotions: finally, it is not so sad it's come back home ... it is so good here. We had set foot on this continent where we have chosen we establish a few years ago. 5 years for Sylvie. Almost 11 for me. We should now deal with one more string to our bow. Or rather more experience in our lives. Therefore it would take us a while to really return to our former way of life (if that's really what we want) and integrate it peacefully digest of life we've been through in recent months. But it will be the last opportunity for a post by a few weeks where we will tell our reintegration into the lifestyle of North America. With our joys. There. Our achievements. And certainly very few disappointments ..
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