I did some work at the Honda plant up in Alliston. The contractor liked me but ran out of work for me. He mentioned Bechtel, who I never heard of at the time and he told me that they were a huge construction conglomerate. They sure were. He knew someone who put me in touch with them and the next thing I know I'm on a plane to Seoul. I guess all of the other trades were busy with the Olympic work. The job itself seemed fine. I had already worked in foreign countries including Mexico, Barbados, etc. so I'd been exposed to some funky stuff. Oh, the stories I could tell.
I was gone by the time all the funny business took over. When the collapse happened I tried to get a hold of some of the guys and managers that I worked with, but remember the internet and email weren't what they are today. I didn't even have a cell phone. Fortunately, besides a short stint in Shanghai in 1999, I have not had to do any foreign jobs. They seem glamourous and the money was brilliant, but the shine comes off very quickly.