Day 7 — last day in Japan.
My day started out waking up at 7 am to Kenny’s alarm clock, but for whatever reason I was sweating like a pig. I’m sure it had to do with the fact that I took a shower before hitting the hay and then the heater’s right next to my head irradiating it. I was soaked. It was weird. When I got up I saw Kenny off and bid him a fond farewell — you know that is until I see him online again.
I hocked out a nasty bit of flem to start my day out. After that I hit the shower and did my laundry in the washing machine next to the bathroom. I walked down to Soft Creme after breaking my 5000 yen bill to get some 100 yen coins, got a bento for breakfast in the process and some water. I waited at Soft Cream for the whole 32 minutes to wait for my clothing to dry off and when it was good to go I headed back to Kenny’s and packed my things up. So to get to Kenny’s you got to walk through the back alleys of Mito — at least it was the only path I knew for sure that would take me from his apartment to the train station. It’s a somewhat downhill trek. It’s a narrow alley and cars like to pass by. So here I am with 3 suitcases — my laptop bag, my backpack that contains most of my wares from Japan, and my spinner suitcase. I’m trying my best to navigate and take it slow. Today is a good day to take it slow. My only goal is to reach the airport and go home. There’s no seeing Akiba. There’s no going to any nearby shrines in Narita. There’s no more shopping.
Sadly I lost my hoodie — it was on its last legs. The zipper snapped in the dryer and it’s no more. So I decided to ditch it at Kenny’s — it’s less weight for me to carry. I also stuffed a lot of my Ghibli toys into my spinner suitcase. Sorry Ponyo, I did just jam her in there next to Totoro and Jiji.
I made it to Mito just fine. I thought I wouldn’t bring my umbrella along — I really wanted to take it with me, but it was extra weight. I changed my mind when I stepped outside and saw the clouds in the sky. It it started raining that would be bad, so I snatched it and hooked it to my pocket and got going. I had no problem getting to Mito’s train station and getting on the Super Hatachi.
How to get to the airport.
For me I went from Mito to Ueno Station taking the Super Hitachi. There was only one stop and that was Ueno station. The rest of the passengers were business men and women.
I wanted to take the N’EX (Narita Express) to the airport and I learned there that I had to go to Tokyo Station to get on the N’EX. So it’s a couple of stations down via the Yamanote Line.
Funny thing — I was on the train and a bunch of Americans popped in. It’s so different how Japanese and Americans act. They were loud and talkative, but the Japanese weren’t and ignored them. I guess it was a family. One kid kept saying “It’s in two stops! It’s in two stops,” trying to get through to his dad where they were going. “How many stops?” “Two stops.”
At one point a whole bunch of people exited the station — I think for Ohachimachi and the mother turns to me and says “Do you want to sit down?” in the kind of tone you’d use when you think someone can’t understand you. I gazed at her and then turned away. I wasn’t interested in sitting down. They all eventually got off at (surprise, surprise) Akihabara. I hope they’re having a good time there.
I got off at Tokyo Station and found the N’EX line. I don’t know what it is, but when there’s a language barrier, even a perceived one, simple things are harder to understand. I asked the JR station manager for a reserve ticket for the N’EX. He blurted something out in Japanese and used the words “today” and “tomorrow” but I sat there staring at him. What was all that other moonspeak before hand? I shrugged. “Today? Tomorrow?” I got it. “Today,” I said and I was on my way. I carried all my luggage down to the Subo terminal boarded the N’EX which is a straight shot for Narita Terminal 1 and 2. I get off at Terminal 2, which comes before Terminal 1 (which is the end of the line).
I started this journey around 12:30 pm. I finally get to the airport around 3:29 pm. I got my board ticket. I went through customs. There’s no need to declare anything on this end I suppose. Once you’re in here its not their problem anymore — it becomes America’s problem of wherever you’re going. US customs inspection should be fun.
I played around with a massage chair — what a nice little thing to have in the airport for weary travelers. I had ramen at Blue Sky — a convenient store outside of gate 62. I have an hour left before my flight starts boarding. I’ll be leaving Tuesday evening at 6:15 and arriving Tuesday morning at 11 am.
If I don’t sleep tomorrow’s going to be not so fun. Not to mention I’m still sick. So I maybe coughing up a lung on the plane. Good times.
For the entire trip on the train to the airport, I’ve felt somewhat crappy, but it didn’t stop me from having ramen or this green tea Kit Kat bar — I need some food after all. Breathing causes my nose to burn, but that’s because I’ve rubbed it raw from it being runny. Not fun.
So my parting thoughts about Japan.
Things I liked:
* The train system. Both the subway and JR Lines are excellent. Get a JR Pass if you come — it’s 329 bucks for a week. It is damn expensive. If you’re staying in the city it might not be so necessary, but it was just nice going up to the station manager and waving my JR Pass and him letting me go through. No fuss, no muss. Well except for the one thing with the Super Hatachi. If I didn’t panic it would have turned out better.
* No trash, it’s clean here. It’s so damn clean here. I feel bad for coughing, sniffling, blowing my nose, or making any sign that I will create trash or disease. I feel like I should be extra polite. Despite my best efforts, that didn’t pan out very well most of the time.
* Ramen is delicious here. I’ve gone to a meal ticket to get ramen. I’ve gone to Ippudo Ramen in Ebisu. I’ve eaten ramen here at the airport. I had it at an Aeon mall.
* Akibahara. Yeah I like it. I like the toys. I think I will miss the gaudy colors, the glitz, the noise and hustle and bustle of the entirety of Chou-dori.
* The toys are cheaper and more plentiful. So to buy Japanese toys such as PVC figures and whatnot, you have to order through various online sites. I’ve done that through hobbyfan and it’s taken them forever to honor my purchase. I kept being told that the manufacturer might slip it’s dates, so alright, that’s fine. The toys are also marked up because they have to include the international shipping and handling. So something that easily costs 20 bucks will cost closer to 30-40 bucks. Plus the exchange rate is balls.
* No sales tax. Well… it’s built into the price, I believe, but I like just paying the price that I see.
* Walking. In addition to the public transportation walking is the other means to get around. Unless you get a bike. Yeah walking is good. Each day I must have logged 16000 steps at least — and that’s indeterminate of whatever I’m doing — shopping, exploring, getting to and from places.
* The sub-cultures. I find the Lolita thing fascinating and yeah I think a dolled up Lolita’s not bad looking either.
* The Ghibli Museum — I don’t think I need to explain this one.
* Convenient Stores. They really live up to their name here. They’re clean too.
* The food. Ramen. Takoyaki. Tempura. Udon. Sushi. I’ve had these things in America, even Takoyaki once. It’s good. I came home today and had some of the instant Sapporo ramen — I know, no comparison. I get that it’s not even in the same league for consideration against authentic Japanese ramen. Except when I never had ramen in Japan, the sapporo stuff wasn’t bad and Santa Ramen was really good, but really fatty. Himawari was good and in the middle, but whereas I used to be able to stand the Sapporo ramen it just tastes really salty now. I’ll still have it, but I’ll definitely need to go back to the source. Even their airport ramen is better tasting. Of course when I watched the lady making it she dumped the broth from a package — it wasn’t some salt powder crap but a package of broth. How come we don’t do that? That could be leaps and bounds beyond the 99 cent packaged ramen.
Things I don’t like:
* What am I supposed to do with these tinny 1 yen coins? It’s really too many coins and it seems one of them should be phased out, otherwise I just end up with a boat load of them.
* Cog in the Machine Culture. I wouldn’t want to work in this country. I’m not interested in being a cog for some massive corporation. I don’t like the idea of rote memorization just to get to the point where you can get a high paying job. I like the idea that I can do what I’m interested in and have a choice (ultimately). If I were to ever live in Japan…I would want to be an entrepreneur. Better yet, for me, I would want to be a novelist or some kind of writer. I can work on my own schedule and technically I can live anywhere I would want. Actually if I were a writer I’d love to try living in all sorts of places for extended periods of times and try out doing all sorts of new things as fodder for writing and just for the experience of it. I like that plan.
* Standing room only. I think that says it all. I’m an american. I want my space and big blue sky.
* The food…when I’m sick. So the food in Japan, don’t get me wrong, is phenomenal. It’s tasty. I love Takoyaki and if were sick I would have eaten more stuff at that festival, but I had to have it before I left the country. So, when I got sick though, all these tasty foods didn’t look so tasty anymore. When I’m sick and maybe this is just me, I don’t feel like eating a deep fried pork cutlet or any of the sundry fried things they have. I don’t feel like eating raw fish either. I want things that are relatively grease free and things like fruits are expensive and they — for whatever reason — taste more like candy than fruit in Japan. The apple I got was about 400 yen and it was really sweet (damn tasty), but 400 yen? Damn expensive. I’m sure it’s because they had to import it here.






