Home again, safe but not particularly sound of mind. Can't sleep as still on Tokyo time so thought I would pass the night by messing about with piccies. Here goes:
Jack under Mount Fuji.
Deserted road above the Fourth
Station on Fuji. Still some way to go before we started our descent.
Trustingly following Jack down the side of Fuji.
I think this notice says something about beware of bears and do not feed them as these animals can bite.
Birdies for Maalie.
Jack, Miki and Allan and Allan wearing Fair Trader's towel
Ichiro lovingly caressing his Christmas Pud. Lorenzo showing off. Jack about to show off full pelt down the run. Ichiro, Hiromi, Jack and Lorenzo.
The 'bloody great eel'
Two Bullet Trains kissing.
Another one of Allan.
On my next posting I'll put some architectural delights, like maybe the 100 yen shop, the Hoya version of Cheeky Normans, and the Hoya version of Netto as well as some more traditional Japanese buildings.
Had a horrendous journey back from Japan. Got to Narita airport after a tearful goodbye to Jack, Miki and Allan only to find that my plane was not scheduled for 12.30 after all but 15.10. Ooo, I really freaked out. I knew I would now miss my flight to what Maalie would call the Pays de Pastry. There was nothing I could do about it, except feel extreme nausea and suffer one continual panic attack.
The very nice (and rather dishy) SAS steward on board took me under his wing and even cleaned up for me after I had disgraced myself and been sick. He told me that the SAS flight from Narita was 12.30 every day except Tuesday when it was 15.10. Thanks a lot mate. I did just wonder why SAS don't automatically hand out valium from their trolleys as they pass around their rather unpleasant food. It would certainly save a lot of trauma and throwing up over Siberia. Anyway, nice Steward gave me full instructions on what to do in Copenhagen, and I must say the Danes really do efficiency well. I was whisked away to a rather nice hotel, given vouchers for food, taxis etc. and told I was booked in on the 8.15 in the morning. Peter, needless to say, thought it was really very funny being 'be-nighted' in Copenhagen. Joy of joys! Saw a genuine Danish Netto on the way from the Airport!! Didn't like to ask the taxi driver if he could stop so I could see if they have a third aisle like wot we do in Poynton.
The next morning all went well until we were about to taxi away, and the Captain made this rather cute little announcement about there 'being a little light flashing in the cockpit'. He wasn't sure what it meant so he had asked an engineer on board. It will only take a minute he said. Forty minutes later we were herded out of the plane, back into the terminal, onto another plane 'that would be safer' and then hung around until our baggage was re-packed.
Had a really good view of a very rough North Sea and couldn't help thinking what a long way those poor Vikings had to row to do a bit of pillaging.
1) ALWAYS check with the airline before setting off for the airport.
2) Take to heart the Wren's advice about travelling light. Never again will I take such a heavy case full of stuff, half of which I didn't use.
3) Don't buy heavy presents.