Finally, after 14 hours, tired and desperate for sleep, we arrive in Kyoto. We are immediately immersed in a sea of people, but feeling very isolated, thanks to everything being written in Japanese. All is not lost, however. Even if they speak two words of English, every Japanese is willing to help show the way to two jet-lagged Americans. We must have had "Help, Im a tired, bewildered American" written on our faces when in the subway station, with everything written in Kanji, there we stood trying to figure out how to get a subway ticket to get to the hotel. After being assisted by a kind local, we made it, luggage and all to the hotel (that coincidentally has a Starbucks in the front lobby...) That look of bewilderment must have still been there as
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