Steve and Jemjahn go to Thailand, 2003

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1. I Agreed to What?

2. Flight to Bangkok

3. Bangkok, at Last

4. The King's Birthday

5. Jem's Old Home in the Village

6. New Rice Storage House

7. Rice = Money

8. Mealtime

9. Jem's Family

10. Impressions of the Village

11. The Mall in Korat

12. Gordon and Pu

13. Pink Palace

14. Village Elementary School

15. Two Temples

16. Visiting Cousin Loy

17. Jem and Village Headman

18. Phimai

19. Back to Bangkok

20. Looking for Our Old House

21. Shopping

22. Thai People, My Impressions

23. Photography

24. Language

25. Flight Back Home


Kohn's Corner    


2. Flight to Bangkok

The flight from Augusta to Atlanta is only 30 minutes. It’s followed by one of the longest flights in commercial aviation, from Atlanta to Seoul, 7131 miles.

That’s a non-stop flight of 15 hours. It hurts even to think about it.

Fortunately, we flew Korean Airlines, one of the unknown treasures of the skies. Or maybe not unknown; the 747 was full. If your seats are in the wide middle section, God have pity.

But their prices are low, their food is excellent, and their stewardesses are the best ever. As Jem puts it: “They are young and pretty and always smiling. And thin. I can get around them in the aisle. Not like the American stewardesses, who are old and grouchy and fat.”

She's too harsh on our own stewardesses but I’ll second her observation of Korean Air's. The airline must have a factory in Korea somewhere, stamping them out, each one about 25 years old, 5 feet 6, attractive, intelligent, slender, patient, and who when you ask them for another glass of juice smile warmly at the opportunity to make your flight more comfortable.

And at the end of the flight, when you struggle just to walk down the aisle to the latrine (excuse me, lavatory), you see there a stewardess who looks as fresh - with hair, makeup and uniform ready for a photo shoot, as perky as she was 15 hours ago. And you find a bathroom, just used by hundreds of people,  cleaner than my own at home.

Well, OK, that's a bit of an exaggeration. But not the stewardesses. They are truly classy.

In Seoul, a 3-hour layover. Then another 6-hour flight to Bangkok, most of which we thankfully slept through.


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