Japan: The Arrival

We landed and got off the plane. Guess what? We were in another country full of a different kind of people than we were. Mostly you can tell who is Japanese and who is from the west by the style of clothing they wear. But also because their eyes look different. Oh, and everyone has black hair. We found our way to the train that would take us to Asakusa which is where we were staying. We did not see anyone do karate on the way from our gate to the train. This was dissapointing to me.

The train ride was fine. We got off one stop too early on accident, and had to get back on again. This detail is not that interesting.

We got to the hotel around nine pm Japanese time. So it was like eleven am. And we didn’t sleep like we were supposed to on the flight. Instead we watched Bourne Ultimatum more than once, but less than four times. And thought about fighting guys.

So we went right to bed.

The people at the hotel were really nice. They bow a lot over there. And it’s an easy habit to fall into. I feel like I may do it the rest of my life. Or at least for a few more days. Or maybe something in between the two.