It's a long way to the top of you wanna rock n roll, its a long way to Toronto if you go via Soeul

After a 4.00am wake up call, Coxy, Huck and Pitman arrived at the airport to see our could-be shortstop leaning against the wall looking swish in her custom made Aussie Hearts polo shirt.

Checking in wasn’t too much of a drama, except for Pitman who was freaking about the impending strip-search and cavity check going through Customs. Lucky for her they saw the look of terror on her face and saved the glove snapping action for somebody else.

Boarding our amazing state-of-the-art plane was an eye-opening experience. The single television screen for the entire cabin and movies playing in Korean really made us feel at home. We also became really jealous when we looked at the airline magazine and discovered that our Sydney counterparts making a similar journey had been blessed with individual screens and the subsequent entertainment that came with it. True to form, Coxy helped herself to a well-earned sleeping tablet that knocked her out for the majority of the flight, and the rest of us alternatively slept or annoyed the rest of the passengers with our loud antics.

Speaking of antics, attempts to get a beer were long and arduous. After multiple requests we finally got our hands on some of the golden beverage only to be entertained by the logos on the beer cans:

“Cass – the sound of vitality, with a fizzy and crisp taste!”

“Max – a delicious idea.”

These two logos provided us with enough entertainment to make it to Korea, where we had a two-hour wait until the next leg of our journey. Fortunately for us, there was a pub, and our Sydney counterparts joined us for a beverage which enabled us to discover who the five people were who all requested the number 12 as their playing-shirt number. We then fined them all a $1.00 each for their lack of originality.

The second leg of the journey was nothing short of totally painful. We spent the entire time theorising about why we didn’t think to ask for a direct flight, and by the end of it were all convinced we would have been willing to spend thousands more to do so. Almost twenty-four hours of transit was made all the more entertaining by the screaming toddlers sitting two rows in front of us, and the yapping Chihuahua onboard. Yes… the CHIHUAHUA. Apparently in Korea you can take your dogs on BOARD THE PLANE. Coxy may or may not have expressed loudly in no uncertain terms the desire to choke the living shit out of the rat sized dog loud enough for plane staff to hear, because all of a sudden said rat-dog was relocated to the back-end of the aircraft. Obviously even Korean Air Hostesses know you don’t mess with a Frankston chick when she’s trapped in a small space, lacking sleep.

So we landed in Canada, and the appropriate level of confusion and chaos saw us a few hours later arriving at our hotel. We’re pretty sure that we greeted those queen sized beds like long lost, well loved relatives.

Random questions and comments for the day…

- What does “if you’re game” actually mean?

- What is so good about the number 12?

- These airline slippers are the comfiest slippers I’ve ever worn!

- Can’t wait for the next big screen movie – its Korean and called “Wedding Dress.”

- Korean museli bars are not as good as they're cracked up to be.