Tantilizing Tokyo Terminal
Finally, after 20 grueling hours on a red-eye to Tokyo, we finally made it. I lost track of time somewhere around the 8th hour of our flight. Stuffed like a can of sardines, I barely had room to read my book. My father, 250 lbs, to my left and my brother, 225 lbs, to my right. We had a short lay-over in the Tokyo airport. I pulled out my wireless card to see if I can get on-line. Just as I suspected, it wasn’t free. I don’t know what the exact yen to dollar ratio was at the time, but there were sure a lot of numbers following the yen sign associated with the cost of getting on-line. Oh well, not that important. Hopefully my hotel room in Hong Kong will be cheaper.