The flight from Chicago's O'Hare airport to Tokyo's Narita airport was fairly uneventful. Due to a fluke in seating, I had an entire row of three seats to myself. Naturally, I put all the armrests up and took all the blankets and pillows.
I slept nearly the entire way, but watched a portion of the following:
Men In Black 3, in which Emma Thompson had very strange hair for no apparent reason
Mirror, Mirror, in which Julia Roberts had very strange dresses for no apparent reason
Monk, in which I wondered why United had purchased rights to show cable TV
Upon arrival to Narita, I discovered I had been given the wrong customs form to fill out and been told to stand in the wrong line. Once that was sorted out, I collected my bags from an airline employee and then basically handed them right back to her when I discovered she worked for ANA. Having checked my bags through to Jakarta, I was informed that I should go and book a hotel. Now, the airline employees I had spoken to before I left told me I could either check my bags, or leave the airport, but not both. After checking twice to make sure that she was right, I left the baggage claim to book a room for the night.
I was told that the closest hotel was a 3 minute free shuttle ride from the airport. I soon discovered that the closest hotel was not so much a 3 minute drive
from the airport, as a 3 minute drive
behind the airport.
This was the view from my window:
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Everybody say hi to the planes! |
The next morning I took the shuttle back to Terminal 1, and got there at about 6:45 a.m. Public Service Announcement: The Narita Airport does not really open until 7 a.m. You can get into the building, but you cannot check in or go through security until then. So I stood around in the international terminal by a Lufthansa desk watching a bunch of German women talk amongst themselves.
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The terminal at a slightly different angle |
The flight to Jakarta was also uneventful. The only thing that concerned me was the sheer amount of Japanese that was being spoken in comparison to the amount that was being translated. There would be 3-5 minutes in Japanese, and then in English, "Ladies gentleman. Please to wear seatbelt." Which, yeah, thanks. But how long? And why? Luckily it was only a 6 hour flight, and then I landed in Jakarta at the Soekarno-Hatta airport.
As an aside, I found the Japanese to be as whimsical as the stereotypes would lead you to believe.
Exhibit A:
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An official weather panda |
Exhibit B:
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These gifts were not musical at all, unfortunately. |