We arrived thirty minutes early in Tokyo on May 30th. The 16-hour time difference and 11-hour plane ride switched us over into the next day, Monday.
I walked off fairly confused by the Japanese and part English and Chinese labeled signs. I was able to find my way to immigration by following the crowd and had paperwork filled out and interviewed by customs. Why did you come? Where are you staying? How long?
Once I made it past the interview, I pushed through the doors to find Fukiko standing and smiling at me. She rushed her petite body over to me and hugged me. I made it.
What can I say-I love to write and I love to travel. What better to do than blog about my travels?
I'm a writer who has always ached to see the other side of the Pacific, to cross the Atlantic and to see how other people live.
I want to feel immersed in culture, different from my own and show the world who else is out there. I'd also like to lend a hand but I haven't found that money tree yet, but I sure can write, and love doing it. It's my way of helping.
So if a disaster occurs, I'll do my best to be there. I want to be there and report what I see back to you folks, and more folk... full info