i have no idea if anyone is reading this, but i like to think that someone out there was thinking of me when i was clearing customs. i made it through okay, and i'm waiting in the narita airport for my connection to take me to rob and sapporo.
the flight, on united, was one of the easiest i ever had. i had a 3-seat row to myself and i slept a LOT. i know that there is a certain someone who is wishing that i had worked on the playwriting book, but it just wasn't the time. i have full faith and confidence that pages will be forthcoming from asia to media, pa.
films shown inflight included hitch, million dollar baby, dr. doolittle 2 and fever pitch. i didn't watch any of them. instead, in between naps, i read middlesex, which is really really good. if you've not read it yet, put it on your list. it is quite enjoyable.
a few random thoughts thus far. first, as the plane turned toward the airport, we skimmed along a lot of green grass and houses with cool blue roofs. from my vantage point, it could have easily been little haddon township. kind of puts things into perspective.
despite some last minute cramming, i am still completely ignorant in the language. i've managed the multi-purposed "sumimasen" which is, as far as i can tell, japanese for "i'm a stupid american. please disregard all of the faux pas i may make during my time in your beautiful country." i have also utilized "domo arigato" more than a few times, from the nice man who helped me with my baggage transfer to the cutie check-in young woman who laughed and laughed when i said it. the downside of this is that i've had the lyrics to that styx classic, "mr. roboto" in my head for about 12 hours now. i've added a link so that you, too, can share in the madness. at least it has nudged out "flowers in your hair" in regard to my recent stay in san francisco, as well as the bon jovi classic "it's my life" which has been firmly ensconced for the last 4 days for some inexplicable reason.
aren't the soundtracks of our lives so much fun?
my computer says that it is 2:38AM, but i have no idea what time zone that might be. the clock in front of me on the narita airport wall says that it is 3:40PM on monday, august 1st...i feel like i've done a tesseract through the universe.
can't wait to see the sibling. and get my hands on some sake, some sushi and sit in an onsen.
i'll report on the bathrooms later.
peacelovegodbless,
volansake
if i were going to spend some time in tokyo, this is what i would like to see...
3 comments:
miss you already, volansky! - lindsay
Hi - Michaela's friend Rosie here (we saw Francis Dunnery together). I had one of the greatest travel experiences ever in Japan - awesome in memory, but even more special because I appreciated it so much *while* I was there (even though I was jet lagged as a motherfucker and got a hideous head cold while I was there. Great fun in a pharmacy in Kyoto explaining what meds I needed, since my Japanese was not quite up to your level). So much I could say, but won't, because you need to take it in with all six senses. I will, however, recommend one thing - try as many of the drinks in the vending machines as you can, but most especially Pocari Sweat, the BMW of Gatorade-type drinks... and bring me back a box of Toppo if you think of it (the Jaguar of all the foo foo snacks they have there).
visited your blog, michele, which took courage, and I feel better that I did it... kugler
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