Our arrival at the airport was uneventful, and after several hours we found ourselves boarding our (just confirmed) Charlestonian Boeing 787.
We were all impressed by this modern aircraft, especially with the windows which do away with shades altogether in favor of some dimming mechanism, which render the windows more opaque (and tinted blue) when less light is desired. We were also delighted at the 9th hour of our flight by the news that breakfast would be served in addition to the lunch which we had consumed 7 hours earlier. This was roughly 10 at night PST.
Upon landing we found Narita to be sunny and warm, and did not encounter any problems with immigration or customs. We also successfully acquired the all important Rail Passes which will allow us to tour this country with relative ease (we hope). We next took the shuttle to our hotel, which is located about a mile from the airport in Tokyu, Narita. The center of Narita is another mile or so to the West, leaving our hotel in a quiet environment.
After settling in to our room, we took a walk in a little adjoining garden complete with a koi pond and then proceeded to dinner, which we had at a lone restaurant across the street. The author and Nathaniel enjoyed two variations of pork and rice while Maryrose unfortunately ordered a mushroom soup. Our pork dishes also came with soup which had an interesting taste and contained some funny spongy cubes which were very salty. We also took advantage of this first Japanese meal to sample hot Sake, which was served in a pottery jar with a tiny cup.
Randy's donuts with the iconic giant donut.
The three travelers and their aircraft.
The Japanese garden next to the hotel. Note the koi.
The author pouring hot Sake.
Nathaniel and Maryrose with dinner.
Hooray for Boeing that helped you get there safely! You are 13 hours ahead of us so we are asleep while you are awake. Post pictures of your more adventurous meals and I don't expect them to have tentacles, jelly, eyes or seaweed!
ReplyDeleteMaybe those cubes were tofu, or who knows? Keep an open mind, but not necessarily an open mouth, as you continue your culinary adventures. Ah, the inscrutable Orient! Love, Mom
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