We wandered through the airport, weary, disgruntled, and in search of sustenance. Everyone was fat, white, and loud.
Tag: Airport (page 2)
Culture Shock (and Awe)
We reached our connecting terminal, and were ushered without explanations into a series of confusing lines. However, as I surmised from the unwelcoming red letters, domestic connections involving luggage needed to be made 45 minutes in advance.
Fortress America
Stepping off the plane, we were ushered to the gates of Fortress America. Amazingly, as we gathered into two immense, concentration-camp-esque ques down a seemingly endless airport hallway, an airport staff woman with a Chinese accent so thick you could fry dumplings in it, continuously shouted into the crowd, “Don’t worry! Be happy! You’re in America now!”
Pooping in Japan: An Advanced Guide
Welcome back to our exclusive series on releasing brown flounder in the Land of the Rising Sun.
Osewa ni Narimashita
Exiting the train, we stepped out into the airport where Koji-san and I loaded our luggage onto a handcart. He had come specifically so he and Naoko-san together could watch our departure until the very plane itself vanished into the skies.
In Search of a Ninja
Since before even departing for Japan, my Beloved Brother Aj, who is also a terrible butthole like how older brothers usually are, requested that I “bring him back a ninja” from Japan.