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.
Tag: Kansai
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.
Cultural limbo / Winning points / Magical thing
Headachey, and very tired. Excitement for our arrival mingles with delirious travel stupor.
Now that we’ve been on this plane for six hours or so, it has dawned on me that international flights are essentially a species of cultural limbo. Multiple languages, multiple cultures, multiple peoples all homogenized into the experience of jet travel. Neither here nor there. Weird.