Well now, where do I begin? Today was one heck of a day(s). I guess the whole thing never really hit me until we were taxiing to the runway. Once it did though, I started feeling incredibly homesick. That quickly passed though, once the agonizingly long flight took its hold on me. The moral I learned from that flight was two-fold: the window seat direcly above the wing sucks (especially because you can see the several thousand pound turbine shake a foot or so in each direction every time there is turbulence, which does not inspire confidence), and I need to have a watch or something that can tell me the time when I need to look at it every 5 minutes.
So, once I landed things started going much better. Narita airport was surprisingly not that crowded, despite Temple saying this was the peak travel season. After a while I got my bags, went out and exchanged $300 for about ￥30,000, then purchased the bus ticket as the arrival instructions told me. I was surprised that this bus had a manual transmission, I thought they were automatic. I made this discovery when the driver demonstrated his horrible tendency to constantly be in too high a gear so that they made this horrible sound. The driver was apparently also terrible at being in the fast lane, which I realized when I saw another bus headed for the same destination that left 30 minutes after us pass us. After at least two hours on that bus we finally arrived at the hotel where we were to meet the Temple representative. There were a couple other people on the bus headed for Temple, so I ended up sharing a taxi with this girl named Arianna(sp?). She packed even more than I did, so not only could the trunk not close, but we had to shove bags in the back seat with us.
By the time I finally reached my room it was around 7 PM (see my first Japan album on facebook for pics). I did my absolute best to stay up late enough to talk to Tsuki, which lasted only until 10 PM. I really wanted to talk to my parents (who were both on skype at the time) but I just did not have the energy, so instead I set the phone alarm and passed out.
Note: I only got through half of this last night before I was too tired to write any more.
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Yeah, the first night I got to Japan after the seemingly 2 days of flying I was pretty tired too. 14 hours is a hella long time to be in a plane. On the way back I sat next to a kid playing Pokemon though, it was kind of cool, haha.
ReplyDeleteOh man, thats awesome. Well at least I'll get to sit next to Tsuki on the way back. Hopefully the 3rd person in our section will be playing Pokemon :P
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