I’m back home. And my brain is a mushy mess. My body is tired. And, this is the beginning of my 3rd day home so I think I should be recovered by now.
To be fair, it was an arduous journey to get back home.
It began with about an hour drive from Iwakuni to Hiroshima Japan Airport. When I got to the airport, the ticket counter lady did not speak English and I thought she was telling me I was too late when in fact she was telling me I was too early. So, I sat there with my friend for five minutes.
Before I knew it, I was saying good bye to my friend, going through security and chillin at my gate. I just sat there watching Japanese television with my feet up.
It is at this gate that I encountered the world’s nicest public restroom.
First flight of the day was to Tokyo for 1 hour and 40 minutes.
When I arrived at the Tokyo/Narita airport, I had to get a new boarding pass in this chaos:
So, the picture doesn’t do it justice. There were monitors and people everywhere. I didn’t even know where United was and then I discovered that economy is pretty much self check in. Only when I tried self check in, it didn’t work so I had to wait around for help but a nice Japanese lady did come running up in short time and I got what I needed.
Then, I had to proceed through security again. Did I mention that I am a Daiso/Pink Store mule? This is everything I am carrying with me on my journey.
Not to mention my check bag is filled with Japanese souvenirs as well. I’m not joking when I say I thought I might have to denote my clothes and just come back with my new found and fond goodies.
I still had 5,000 yen I needed to spend so I dipped into a duty free shop and bought my mom some Japanese ciggies. Just another thing to carry.
Second flight of the day: Tokyo to Los Angeles, CA. 10hours and 20 minutes. I’ve never flown first class. I just can’t justify all that money for the little bit of sucking up from the airline but I got pretty close even in economy. On this flight, no one sat in the seat next to me, which is just an amazing luxury. Then, twice the stewardess gave me my own can of soda instead of just the tiny two sip glass. I wish I could have slept on this flight but I stayed up watching movies with my first edition Sony Noise Cancelling headphones. I looked around and those have certainly changed trendy wise but I’m just not an upgrade girl unless it’s broke.
Anyway, there I was for 10 and half hours just watching the Lego movie, Rio 1 & 2, Frozen, and whatever else they had in the family section.
Then, it was touchdown in Los Angeles, which was the first stop back in the United States. First, you have to go through immigration and get your passport stamped and answer a few questions. Then, you have to collect your luggage even if you have a connecting flight and proceed through customs. I didn’t have any problems. Except, I did need to get new boarding passes and go through security again.
I had just enough time to get a snack and a drink and call my mom to let her know we were on schedule. The flight from Los Angeles to Houston was 3 hours and 22 minutes but also had television so I surfed around. I was pretty over television and movies at this point. Again, no rest. Just couldn’t sleep.
The last leg of the journey was from Houston to Shreveport, Louisiana. A short hour flight.
When I got home, I was so eager to talk to my mom that we went to the only place open, a Waffle House, and chatted it up while getting some grub.
It was close to midnight when we got back to the house and I have been draggin ever since but have been on the run with household chores and errands just to make sure when I do go to back, I am dog tired.
All together my travel time was a little under 24 hours. It was exhausting but worth it.
I like to pick out one favorite picture of my journey and this is the winner:
This one will get blown up as big as I can and framed.
Arigato, my friends.