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Organised enough to score the best seats on the plane, combined with a day flight, and an 8hr one at that made this the best flight we've had in forever. No yocking attacks from kids, no petty seat turf battles, no arguments about the food - or at least it just seemed that way, I spent the flight with an aisle between me and the rest of them and will now forever more.
It's a drizzling 19c @6pm, I immediately regret indulging in Gab's paranoia about the Siberian weather we'll be suffering. We couldn't' resist the ease of taking a takushi ride to the hotel. The gentleman, and he was nothing less, driving our cab couldn't' have been under 65, was fully suited up and wouldn't let Max or lift a bag. He apologised repeatedly for the traffic, even though he managed to shave 5 minutes off the Google route, and then got visibly upset when Gab tried to leave the coin change with him.
We check in to our hotel wondering why the hell we chose to stay so far (11km) from the airport, but then we see Narita station and remember our clever planning was to make tomorrows get away more efficient. We dump our bags fully expecting to bounce straight out of the room to dinner until boo opens the bathroom door. Back on the plane she kept leaning over to me singing some weird song that sounded vaguely Disney, bippidy bi day or something. But now without the white noise from the plane the subject matter is clear - she's invented a song about how exciting it is to use a bidet. She squeals as she works out how to make the water spurt out.
We stroll the street trying to work out what the shops are. The confusing use of cartoon characters for everything and our inability to recognise any of the words mean we repeatedly walk up to shop fronts thinking it's a restaurant only to find it's a pharmacy, or a bank, or a room full of school children at tiny desks at 7:30pm on a saturday night.
In the distance we can see the street is lined with Cherry Blossoms - we got here in time! More to see of them tomorrow in Kyoto.
We find a little bar, floor seating and all, then settle in for weird stuff on sticks. With no english spoken here it suddenly becomes Fids show - he gives a polite "yon" as we walk in, the waitress takes us straight to a table for four (or yon I now know), I have no idea how to get her attention to order - Fid pipes up with "sumimasen", she turns and comes straight over. Impressive little guy!
Busted we're off to bed - tomorrow Kyoto!
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