first i had to get a train to nagoya to meet|
james there, which ended up being kind
of difficult due to the no english
and tokyo station being insanely stupidly busy
but anyway i made it, barely
got on the second train as the doors closed
on the train from the airport to tokyo
some americans were sitting in the seats across from me
fat and loud and middle aged
"there are rice fields here? i thought they would have no room!!"
"did tokyo get bombed at all during the war?"
"that plane is flying so low!.......oh there's another one, we must be by the airport still"
"i can't find my ticket!"
"what is that she's drinking? it looks pretty strange"
she was drinking a sport drink
well, really, she was asleep
with a sport drink in front of her
i started to wish i had sewn a canadian flag onto my bag
i could barely hold my eyes open, but i was afraid of missing my stop
Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien