- Tokyo -> Osaka
- Osaka II (Hep 5)
- Osaka III (Sumiyoshi Taisha)
- Osaka IV (Castle, Hep 5 Ferris Wheel)
- Kobe
- An intermission: designs
- Kyoto
- Osaka V (Yodo River)
- Kushimoto
- Nachi Waterfall
- An intermission before Side B
- Kinosaki (The onsen episode)
- Fukuoka --「それは愛じゃない。」
- Osaka VI (Sick in the city edition)
- Osaka VII (Denden Town)
- Nara
- Yoshino
- Tokyo
- Postscript
Before
I played it super loose. I didn't look up anything I needed, anything I would need to prepare with; and in a lot of ways Rebecca (traveling with me) has saved my skin. It's because of her we noticed you can't really bring injectable medication, and so I left some stuff at home. I also just ensured I only had a month of my meds all around. You can get around this by just emailing ahead of time and getting a certificate. We just really didn't have time, and I didn't think it was that big of a deal just leaving some meds at home.
I ended up sleeping on Rebecca's couch the night before -- maybe only really got three hours of sleep. I remember dreaming about having my arms used as a skin graft for something else; my arms were more like a skin flap stapled together over scabs where they continually formed grafts.
Security was easy, as usual. We just waited for the flight, did our QR code processing customs and immigration beforehand (I also didn't know this was a thing) and got eSIMs. I tried to. My phone does not seem to like them. I shrugged it off and figured I'd get it when I got there.
The flight itself
Thirteen and a half hours. Nonstop from Montreal to Tokyo, for some reason? We cut straight through the country, up through Nunavut, the Territories, and Alaska, before diving down a bit to avoid Russian airspace. Most of the time it was dark.
We got dinner, a snack, and breakfast about equally spaced out, presumably planning for us to eat dinner, immediately sleep, and then get up with Tokyo. I was completely incapable of sleep.
What did I do instead? I journalled a bit, read a bit. I watched a lot of The Sopranos. We saw Hail, Caesar! at the very start of the flight. I kept trying to sleep, but for whatever reason I just couldn't get in a position where I could easily do it. It felt like a marathon, because, well, I basically sat down for what's normally a full day of consciousness, knowing another day was about to arrive.
Getting in
Lines and lines and lines and lines. Lines circling around lines around lines. We got fingerprinted, scanned, photographed. No questions at immigrations or customs, just quietly stamping our stuff, but getting to that gate was itself a bit of a trip. We left Montreal in like 20 degree weather. It is still 35 in Tokyo. It does not let up. At the same time, the humidity doesn't quite feel brutal.
We got onto a train heading for our first hotel -- we're spending one night in Tokyo, maybe getting some clothes, then preparing for Osaka. I couldn't help but notice the slow sunset creeping on us. I kept trying to take photos without looking like a weirdo. I felt really acutely aware -- I mean, you can't eat in public. Taking photos, even just outside, on the train, felt untenable. Oh well.
After about an hour and a half we got to our station. It's strange to turn around and boom! It's the Tokyo Tower.
We basically just dedicated ourselves to convenience store food tonight-- which honestly is both cheap and pretty good. You can eat a basic sandwich for CA$2.50 or something like that, 250ml cans are still $1.50. It basically just feels like the 90s or 2000s or whatever. We watched a bit of NHK -- flipping around the TV, seeing a strange game show give an animated documentary about Steve Jobs with little moe drawings of Woz and the like.
For now, I'm gonna pass out. It still feels a bit surreal, but maybe also very quickly another flavour of mundane? I don't know.