So I don’t have time to update properly tonight, it’s been a crazy organising couple of days and I’m exhausted! I’m hoping to have a writing spree tomorrow after what is likely to be a very stressful morning getting a keitai (phone) sorted!
For now, I leave you with these meeetcha kawaii Totoro stamps that I got today from the Ghibli store to use at school…
And for a bonus, below is a recording of the frogs having a party in the rice paddies by my apartment. I recorded them on my way home past the paddies, but they are just as loud if I’m on the balcony and only slightly muffled inside!
It’s actually quite soothing, like a track on a CD called something like: Ultimate Relaxation or Soothing Sounds of Nature…maybe I should make more recordings and sell them! Anyone? Ultimate Frog Relaxation?
I took an alternate route back tonight (I wasn’t lost…!), but the frogs led me home! Guardian frogs???
Catch you all soon!
Sorry for the teaser – I’m hoping to catch up with myself on here tonight and all will be explained!
Time in Amsterdam revolved around spending time with Tiz, sorting out my Visa in Den Haag, haranguing Interac about what on earth I was going to be doing when I got to Japan, dithering over booking my flight, and drinking/eating as much/many coffee/cinnamon buns as I could.
( ) *dribble*
On the 2nd June, Tiz saw me off at the airport and I was bound for home (Flight #1).
As I’ve mentioned, the flight to Tokyo involved a stop in London (because it was waaay cheaper) so I was looking at a 7 hour wait in Heathrow. Luckily, the beautiful Florence-Anne offered her services as brunch companion and entertainer.
And so I saw off the UK with a stunning full-English at Muriel’s Kitchen, South Kens (its right next to the station and it is beaut!) with a lovely friend.
Making it to the flight (#2) basking in the achievement of leaving no personal items anywhere in the airport, I settled in for the duration – luckily the seat next to me was empty, saving me from the socially awkward situation of sleeping next to (and potentially accidentally on) a stranger. I managed perhaps 5 hours broken sleep, pretty ideal in the gradual process of shifting my body clock forwards eight hours. Although my general sleeping habits already gave me a good 4 hour head start…
Arriving into Tokyo, fortune was on my side and everything went well with my bags and visa (except for the incredible width of my face on my resident’s card). I lingered by the gate for the onwards flight (#3!) to Nagoya for a couple of hours drinking a long awaited vending machine Oolong tea.
My arrival time into Nagoya station ended up being around 8.30pm on the 3rd, although my arrival time at the hostel was considerably later. After wandering around with all 100000kg of my luggage I finally realised that I was on the wrong side of the station. I have no idea how this happened. Anyone who has met me knows that I have an impeccable sense of direction. Like a human sat nav. I don’t think the hostel staff have ever seen anyone quite so sweaty before…
The journey began on Weds 25th May, when I made all my last minute preparations and caught the train to fly from Gatwick to Amsterdam.
Mum and I started the morning picking up the final few things: yen, an adapter (which has since gone missing) and work shoes (which I now find I won’t need – to be explained).
Everyone seemed to have decided that today was the day to move slowly in front of me, or be an infuriatingly indecisive driver – a theme that continued at the airport. I am always unpleasantly surprised by the number of people blithely unaware of their surroundings in airports (their surroundings being me + two super heavy bags – cue tuts, eye rolls and the great British ‘thinning of the lips’).
So, after going to the wrong terminal, everything else went smoothly. I powered through customs and had cause to glare at a number of people.
With two hours to wait I was forced to settle in to have a cup of
piss coffee at Starbucks, and as I found my seat in the window, was met with the sight of a dead bird on the opposite roof. An ill omen if ever I saw one. Luckily nothing could put me off my coffee even more than the coffee itself.
I made it to the gate with plenty of time to turn around and go back to Starbucks to get my coat, and get back again with plenty of time.
I was wholly unsurprised by the 25 minute wait on the runway, but pleasantly surprised by the nice Canadian-studying-in-the-UK couple that were sat next to me. I imagine they were surprised by my inability to stop talking about all the food in Amsterdam the entire flight.