Getting to Japan is a breeze. We flew Malaysia airlines, and we experienced the best service. Maybe because we are used to American standards of service, which I am now realizing is way below par for Japan.
Getting through customs in Tokyo is a breeze. We pretty much just walked through. There weren't many others and no lines anywhere. We got on the Keisei Bus to Tokyo Station to meet our friend. He was lost in tokyo station and late to get us. We waited and people watched. We noticed a lot of men, no women, all wearing long black coats of the same age group. We waited a few minutes more and went to ask at the family mart to use their phone. No phone, and they either didn't understand or chose to not understand my request to use their phone. We went outside to figure out the pay phone. These things always make me apprehensive because I've never gotten how to use one very easily in foreign countries. I've probably spent more time trying to figure them out than getting a successful call. And sometimes they look like they are an incubator for infectious disease.
After looking confused at the phone booth, a's friend found us. We weren't expecting him and it was a complete pleasant surprise. I felt like lost cattle at that point. He was such a relief. And he called my late friend, who was 5 minutes away. So far, our first hour in tokyo was an absolute delight, not at all like Europe. We got dinner close by at this place I don't remember, but our friends ordered everything and said they were all the classic dishes. Everything was delicious. It was perfect.
We walked back to h's place to tuck in for the night. We didn't sleep much on the plane. We watched 4 films. Needless to say, we were ready for bed. H took us on this windy path to his house and we had no idea how we got there, but I'm so grateful he retrieved us.
Courteously mannered,
Jt
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