Man, all I know is that I’m not even in my final destination yet, and I’ve got more fucking material for this blog then I know what to do.
I’m in Tokyo. Nice airport, really clean, really orderly. It’s a bit freaky, really (but not NEARLY as freaky as the 5 older guys from Texas I’m sitting by who are talking about what/who they’re gonna do/buy during their “trip” to Bangkok – ewww).
And unlike Miami, everyone here speaks English! Nice, huh?
Okay, the highlights (or lowlights, if you prefer):
Continuing American Airlines prolific dedication to customer service, the flight to Tokyo was COMPLETELY booked. Not 1 or 2 seats in first class that I could try to flirt my way into … completely booked.
Luckily my neighbors were very accommodating and “non-Americanized” … in that they were not “super-sized.”
However, the personal TV screen for my seat was broken. That would have been nice for the first 10.5 hour leg of the jaunt, but not a deal killer.
What was?
The reading light for my seat wouldn’t turn off.
For over 10 hours.
It was, at one point, the only light on in the passenger cabin. So I had to deal with their brand new, bigger, better, halogen reading light in my eyes (I did have a cool dream about getting blinded during an eclipse, though), and I also had to battle the angry looks from neighbors who thought I was trying to grow “tomatoes” in my row. (in all honesty, though, they later learned of my situation and were very kind about things).
It’s about 16:00 (4 pm) here, about 4:00 a.m. in N.Y. (HI CHEZ and TK!), and I’m about to hop on my flight to Singapore in a few minutes.
I’m feeling pretty good about things, though — it’s operated by Japan Air.
Thanks for the comments, keep em coming, and I’ll keep this shit up until the carpel-tunnel kicks in. I gotta say, despite all this shit, I’m already having a fucking blast and I’m not even in the water yet.
Although that could be because I was able to buy 2 bottles of The Macallan (scotch) and 2 cartons of American Spirits (my cigarettes) here in the Narita Airport — tax free, bitches!!
P.S. Thanks to Courtney, my old neighbor, who came through for me this morning yesterday with that fax. And more importantly, thanks to my old roommate Mike, who drove me from Phoenix to L.A. and then turned his fucking car around and drove right back … in the middle of the night.
God, I love my peeps.
Glad to hear that the flight went relatively well. My only flight that I can remember was to San Fransisco and I was asleep for so much of it both to and from Charlotte that I might as well have teleported from the airports.
Glad you’re enjoying your trip. When are you gonna post some pics??