A few weeks ago, I had the privilege of being invited to my university friend’s, Cherri’s, wedding in Tokyo. As I have almost no vacation time left, I had to make the trip to Tokyo a short one, but I knew it would be worth it. I left for Tokyo almost immediately after work. I had agonized over what to pack and how I was going to fit it all into a carry-on when I remembered one important point: I’m an adult and the airline I was flying had free checked luggage. There was absolutely no reason to try and shove it all into a carry-on. With that in mind, I packed a small suitcase, checked in it, and was able to fly with just my messenger bag. It feels like it’s been a while since I’ve been able to travel with so little on me.
As soon as I got through security, I had my first little excitement of the trip. My school’s entire baseball team was there, waiting for their flight. They were also on their way to Tokyo, but thankfully on an earlier flight than me. The flight to Tokyo would have been amusing with all of them on the same flight, I’m sure. However, as I’ve always struggled with motion sickness, getting sick on the airplane is a very real possibility. A possibility I definitely don’t need all of my students seeing and then messaging their friends about. We chatted before their flight. At one point I had about 12 of them standing around me in a semi-circle, wanting to talk to me but unsure what questions to ask. Those are the kinds of moments I’ll miss.
After they boarded their plane, I had a little time to kill in the airport before my flight. Unfortunately, Miyazaki airport is probably one of the worst airports to kill time in inside of security. My flight to Tokyo was uneventful other than a bit of turbulence and I managed to make it to the airport without using the airsick bag. Once I picked up my suitcase, I decided to try my luck navigating the trains to my hotel, but I allowed myself the option of a taxi if I couldn’t do it. I made it through two of the three train transfers, but by the second train station, my ankle was about ready to give out. I decided a taxi ride was in order.
That was my second adventure of the trip. The taxi driver had no idea where I needed to go so I ended up navigating for us using Google Maps on my phone. We had a nice chat, but the taxi ended up being much more expensive (though not outrageously so for a 20-minute drive in Tokyo) than I was hoping. I made it to the hotel in once piece, checked in, and retired to my room. The room was lovely, if small. It had a card-key lock, which is common enough in bigger cities, but it difficult to find in Miyazaki. After a quick run to the nearest convenience store for supplies, I was done for the day.