Changi and Japan
Jan. 7th, 2008 11:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jhameiaWritten on the stopover at Japan, while I was bored shitless and found a power outlet.
I'm writing this in Japan right now, and I found a power point to plug my laptop onto, so I'm taking advantage of it.
Changi was a bigass airport that I had trouble navigating. Who knew that Transfer C was so far away? I could've used a train to take me there. I kept on walking in this huge airport that's way bigger than Subang Parade (and that's bigger than Halifax Shopping Center or even Mic Mac Mall, for you Haligonians) and it seemed to go on FOREVER! I tried checking out some lounges (my dad had told me that there was a Very Cool Lounge so I thought I'd go look for it) but couldn't find any which would let a poor student sleep in, so I slept at the horseshoe couch closest to Transfer C.
About an hour in of sleeping there, I woke up and found myself surrounded by this gaggle of strangers - all were either Malay or Indon women of varying ages (I'm thinking Indon because of the accent) and I was actually really miffed at this. I'm not really all that racist, but my couch was suddenly taken over and I'm quite, quite sure that mine wasn't the only couch there, and when I looked around, there were other couches which didn't even have anybody! So why did they have to use mine?? Can't they see I'm sleeping? Not only that, while they gathered around me and on the floor, they talked so loud and ignored my sleeping ass completely - that's just rude.
I slept a little on the way to Japan. Then I watched a little bit of Transformers. In Japanese. Because I could, and it amused me to do so.
So I'm sitting in Narita Airport right now... I've got a couple hours to go before my flight to Chicago and I spent a good ten minutes wandering down a hall looking for a fucking water fountain. Why do these water fountains have to be spaced so far apart? Isn't it bad enough that security checks confiscate our water bottles already? (I asked my dad why, he said liquid TNT, I said interesting.)
There's a tax-free shop right by where I'm sitting, and some children are wailing their asses off behind me. The tax-free shop is kinda interesting - Did you know there's Pocky For Men? True! It's bitter chocolate, that's why it's For Men. There's a nail clipper with magnifying lenses, too, and chocolate covered potatoe chips. I'm tempted to buy something but I don't think they'll take my credit card, and anyway, my credit card has been blocked.
On the way down here, I watched a man and woman bow to each other repeatedly. There's an announcement going on now - announcements are made in Japanese and English - and gosh, the way the Japanese mangle English names is just as bad as the English-speakers manging Asian names. It's a bit painful to listen to.
I'd like to sleep a bit more but I slept so much on the plane. I have a lot of reading material: I picked up an anthology, the Space Opera Renaissance, but I didn't read it on the plane ride here because it was so bumpy, I would've gotten motion sickness if I tried. It kinda sucks being me like that.
I'm writing this in Japan right now, and I found a power point to plug my laptop onto, so I'm taking advantage of it.
Changi was a bigass airport that I had trouble navigating. Who knew that Transfer C was so far away? I could've used a train to take me there. I kept on walking in this huge airport that's way bigger than Subang Parade (and that's bigger than Halifax Shopping Center or even Mic Mac Mall, for you Haligonians) and it seemed to go on FOREVER! I tried checking out some lounges (my dad had told me that there was a Very Cool Lounge so I thought I'd go look for it) but couldn't find any which would let a poor student sleep in, so I slept at the horseshoe couch closest to Transfer C.
About an hour in of sleeping there, I woke up and found myself surrounded by this gaggle of strangers - all were either Malay or Indon women of varying ages (I'm thinking Indon because of the accent) and I was actually really miffed at this. I'm not really all that racist, but my couch was suddenly taken over and I'm quite, quite sure that mine wasn't the only couch there, and when I looked around, there were other couches which didn't even have anybody! So why did they have to use mine?? Can't they see I'm sleeping? Not only that, while they gathered around me and on the floor, they talked so loud and ignored my sleeping ass completely - that's just rude.
I slept a little on the way to Japan. Then I watched a little bit of Transformers. In Japanese. Because I could, and it amused me to do so.
So I'm sitting in Narita Airport right now... I've got a couple hours to go before my flight to Chicago and I spent a good ten minutes wandering down a hall looking for a fucking water fountain. Why do these water fountains have to be spaced so far apart? Isn't it bad enough that security checks confiscate our water bottles already? (I asked my dad why, he said liquid TNT, I said interesting.)
There's a tax-free shop right by where I'm sitting, and some children are wailing their asses off behind me. The tax-free shop is kinda interesting - Did you know there's Pocky For Men? True! It's bitter chocolate, that's why it's For Men. There's a nail clipper with magnifying lenses, too, and chocolate covered potatoe chips. I'm tempted to buy something but I don't think they'll take my credit card, and anyway, my credit card has been blocked.
On the way down here, I watched a man and woman bow to each other repeatedly. There's an announcement going on now - announcements are made in Japanese and English - and gosh, the way the Japanese mangle English names is just as bad as the English-speakers manging Asian names. It's a bit painful to listen to.
I'd like to sleep a bit more but I slept so much on the plane. I have a lot of reading material: I picked up an anthology, the Space Opera Renaissance, but I didn't read it on the plane ride here because it was so bumpy, I would've gotten motion sickness if I tried. It kinda sucks being me like that.