Greetings from Tokyo, my new home. I arrived last night having been borne in the upper deck of an Airbus A380, easily the most monstrously huge plane I’ve ever flown. I think what they say about it being more sophisticated in terms of air pressure, etc. is true – I certainly felt better than I normally do after a flight.
My feelings on being here – and on having left the US – are complicated to say the least. Getting through immigration was shockingly efficient and easy, as is the Japanese way – by the time I’d been off the plane for ten minutes I’d been stamped through, issued my Resident I.D. card (one of my proudest possessions) and grabbed my luggage. As Vizzini would say, “Inconceivable!” – at least in America. Not in Japan.
Sadly, a huge rain squall hit just as I arrived at Senju-Ohashi station, from which my hotel is a five-minute walk. Now that’s not much, and I figured even with two huge bags on wheels very manageable. But if you have two bags on wheels with carryons perched on top, where exactly are you supposed to hold an umbrella? Given the scarcity of cabs as a small local station at 9 PM, this is an issue. It felt like a Tokyo indoctrination – or a baptizing, if you prefer. I certainly got wet, however you slice it.
Having collapsed and managed to sleep for seven hours, we’ll see how the old body holds up to jet lag. I’m going to play the tourist today for old time’s sakes, and we’ll hope the weather cooperates…