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| Nothing gets me excited like 28 hours of airports and flights |
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| The chauffeur himself |
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| An airport bathroom and a men's XL quarterzip: my two favorite things |
Flying to Dallas was uneventful, other than the seat in front of me that somehow reclined past where it was supposed to. The result of this was a faceful of balding head every time the plane hit some turbulence. Still, I was in a good mood when I got to Dallas.
The flight from Dallas to Tokyo was going to be the long one. I was really excited when the seat next to me was empty at flight time, but then they began to page the guy who was supposed to be there. In my head I was screaming "No! Leave him behind! This plane waits for NO MAN!" (Mostly I just wanted more elbow room).
Fifteen minutes after the scheduled departure time, a young guy stumbled on to the plane, very obviously drunk. This was my seat mate.
I'm a very nervous flyer to begin with, and had been worried about getting sick on the plane. I was burning through my supply of ginger chews (the purchase of which had spurred the Trader Joe's cashier to ask if I was pregnant). But when this guy sat down next to me, I stopped worrying about myself throwing up and started worrying about being thrown up on.
Fortunately, the guy spent the entire flight with his head down on the food tray. He reeked of stale beer, which is exactly what you want to smell in an enclosed shoebox hurtling over the ocean. His sloppy presence at least gave me something to think about: what reasons would one have for drinking that much before an international flight, at 10:00am? Maybe it was his 21st.
We arrived in Tokyo, where I discovered the intriguing quirksof Japanese bathrooms (maybe I should just call this blog Angela's World of Bathrooms?)
My last flight was from Tokyo to Hanoi. If you EVER fly in SE Asia I would totally recommend Japan Airlines. They gave us Haagen-Dazs!
I was met at the airport by a cab driver who didn't speak English but who had a fancy little sign with my name on it. I was so disappointed I couldn't get a picture of it, but my camera was in my bag. We arrived at the volunteer accommodation around midnight, and I did not sleep at all. Mainly because it was 90 degrees and my adrenaline was pumping. So as of this moment I have not slept in 40 hours, but I'm feeling pretty great.
Angela
Fifteen minutes after the scheduled departure time, a young guy stumbled on to the plane, very obviously drunk. This was my seat mate.
I'm a very nervous flyer to begin with, and had been worried about getting sick on the plane. I was burning through my supply of ginger chews (the purchase of which had spurred the Trader Joe's cashier to ask if I was pregnant). But when this guy sat down next to me, I stopped worrying about myself throwing up and started worrying about being thrown up on.
Fortunately, the guy spent the entire flight with his head down on the food tray. He reeked of stale beer, which is exactly what you want to smell in an enclosed shoebox hurtling over the ocean. His sloppy presence at least gave me something to think about: what reasons would one have for drinking that much before an international flight, at 10:00am? Maybe it was his 21st.
We arrived in Tokyo, where I discovered the intriguing quirksof Japanese bathrooms (maybe I should just call this blog Angela's World of Bathrooms?)
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| I didn't understand at first |
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| But then the instructions cleared things right up |
I was met at the airport by a cab driver who didn't speak English but who had a fancy little sign with my name on it. I was so disappointed I couldn't get a picture of it, but my camera was in my bag. We arrived at the volunteer accommodation around midnight, and I did not sleep at all. Mainly because it was 90 degrees and my adrenaline was pumping. So as of this moment I have not slept in 40 hours, but I'm feeling pretty great.
Angela
Take a shower - quick.
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