If you had told me just a few months ago that I’d be traveling to Japan this November I’d have thought you were crazy. Not only is Japan a country that I wasn’t interested in its also a long-ass ways away from Iowa. But…when your middle daughter (whom you love dearly) moves to Japan to take a job you find that your interest in all things Japanese rises significantly. Karalee, our middle daughter, teaches English in a school in southern Japan. Fortunately I can afford the time off and expense of travel to visit her. (remember all of those games that I referee…? Yeah…some of that money went to this trip)
I decided to make this trip a couple of months ago. My wife, Connie, wouldn’t be joining me since she was working and also had a trip planned in December to visit Karalee. With the help of our daughters we planned out what I had to do, when I needed to do it and where I’d end up. Without their help and expertise I don’t know if I would have been able to make this trip as easily as I did. Granted…there were some well-place angels along my journey who pointed me in the right direction, and for them, I’m very grateful.
I left Iowa before six in the morning on the 31st, flying first to Denver then onto Los Angles. I fly stand-by quite a bit. What that means is that if there’s a seat left empty on the plane, yours truly is in line to buy that empty seat at a reduced price. There’s no guarantee that I’ll even get a seat on the flight, but there’s a chance I might. I’ve been left behind before, multiple times if the flight fills up. The bigger the plane, the better the chance to get on. On the 31st there was a seat in Business class left if I wanted to pay the higher price for it (more than Economy, less than face). I hadn’t ever flown Business Class before and it was a 12 hour flight to Tokyo so I asked for and got it. It was over-the-top SWEET!! My own space. A totally reclining seat. Bose noise-muffling earphones. A top of the line menu (I had the salmon and a hot fudge sundae). Alcohol, nuff said. Midnight snack bar. A larger TV monitor. A better selection of “free” movies and TV shows!! I was like a kid in a candy store!! Our flight attendant was Carter…and he was the bomb. “Another bourbon Mister Ripley?” Why yes Carter…that’d be excellent.
The whole experience was wonderful. I knew that I’d have time to kill during the flight because (wait for it….) I can’t sleep on planes. Tried it, won’t work. I always hear someone coughing, or the toilet flushing or a chime or something. I can’t sleep. So I was especially excited about the upgraded entertainment options. After I watched Star Trek 2 I opted for a Melissa McCarthy comedy.
I watched TV show after TV show. Read. Wrote in my journal. Laid my seat down. Tossed. Turned. Read some more. Raided the midnight snack island (my take was six lady-finger sandwiches and a handful of delicious cookies). Anyway…no sleep. Even in the comfort of Business Class yours truly cannot sleep, but the guy next to me fell asleep shortly after taking off. I resent him for this.
Eventually….we get close to Japan and they serve us breakfast. It doesn’t feel right eating breakfast when you haven’t slept and you’ve traveled fourteen hours INTO the future. Towards the end of this day I figure that I stayed awake almost 29 hours straight. (I would NOT recommend it) At Tokyo I breeze through customs (they’re thrilled to see me, who wouldn’t want to bask in the warm glow of my presence…?) and try to locate the ANA ticket counter for my connecting flight to Miyazaki where Karalee lives. After several false starts and stops (mostly stops) one of the lady’s at the ANA luggage counter gives me easy to follow directions to the their ticket counter. I need to stop here and say that the Japanese folks that I ran into were always very polite and courteous, my whole trip. The ticket counter ladies found my Travelocity reservation and got me my ticket, then referred me to the shuttle that would take me to the correct terminal. I breezed through a Japanese security check point then onto a shuttle bus where I struck up a nice conversation with two Germans from Munich. Great guys, too bad we didn’t have time for a beer, but I had to find my gate.
Fortunately the sign above rotated between English and Japanese every few seconds and the gates were easily found.
I was feeling kind of sick now…just not right, so I walked around the terminal until I found a place where the food looked good. I viewed their menu board and hoped that I could make enough sense to them so that I’d get some food. The young man behind the counter beckoned me over and showed me a menu with photos of the food. I just pointed to a sandwich and drink and hoped for the best. It was delicious. I’m sure that there’s a Japanese word for these sandwiches but in American lexicon it was a cold cut sandwich with avocados and egg salad on it served on a delicate sweet bread. As soon as I stood up the young man returned and picked up my tray and thanked me (I think…he was smiling and nodding). Regardless…my first real experience interacting with the locals. Speaking of locals…they turned out in large numbers to see me off to Miyazaki!!
Once boarded on my flight departing Tokyo we waited…and waited. Not too long…but a busy night at Tokyo’s International Airport in Haneda.
My flight to Miyazaki went well, only taking a little over an hour and a half.
Karalee was waiting for me at the airport. I was so tired and thank goodness everything went well. One thing that really played with my head is that in Japan they drive on the opposite side of the roads, that combined with going through some mountains, twisting and curving our way there…left me a little weirded out. Not by her driving….just the whole being sleep deprived and seeing someone in a big truck in what I thought was our lane coming right at us. Ah…good times being too tired to be totally scared out of my mind. Once at her apartment I shower and hit the sack. Too tired to roll over I fall asleep with my body halfway off the mattress that’s laid on the floor for me. Karalee snaps a photo and sends it to Connie letting her know that I’ve arrived safely…even if I look like I’ve been murdered on her living room floor. A fun week ensues. Come along if you like, we won’t be talking politics. That’s my promise to you.