Home At Last

I have been away from Tokyo for eight weeks now, and just arrived home Tuesday night.  I had a wonderful summer in Washington D.C., but the feeling of arriving home to “my” life and “my” stuff is incomparable.

Within minutes of arriving at Haneda Airport, I knew I was back in the culture I love.  There is a line on the carpeting in the baggage area of the Customs Hall.  It says, “no carts beyond this line” in both English and Japanese.  There were several baggage carts that went right up to the line, but not a single one went over it.  There was a clear two-foot radius around the baggage claim carousel that had nothing in it except people waiting for luggage.  There was no jostling for space among tired bodies and precariously perched suitcases and bags.  Everything was orderly to the minute.

I wasn’t allowed a camera in the Customs Hall, otherwise I would have taken a picture.  In this rule-bound society, I thought it best to obey the posted sign.

So here we go! Tokyo, I’ve missed you.

Tokyo Tuesday, A Quick Pic

Recently I was at Haneda airport in the new international terminal.  To get from the gate to the plane, not only did passengers need to go out on a jetway, but we also needed to go down a flight of stairs to get to that jetway.  Well, being slightly lazy, I took the elevator.  Here is a photo of the elevator buttons.  The 3rd floor is for the gate but the 2nd floor is not for the plane, but for the air ship.  What an apropos metaphor.  Air BUS might be the best description for the cattle-car method of traveling we all use these days, but for now, air ship will do it.  If anyone would like to give me a direct read on the associated Kanji symbols, that would be great.  In the meantime, I hope you get a giggle!