This was the final day of the trip, we spent most of it traveling, and it was rather uneventful . . .
We started with a nice breakfast in the the very nice restaurant of our somewhat nice hotel. Here’s my mom (Naomi) and half-sister (Martha) drinking and chewing, respectively:
After the meal, we headed to the train station. Before we entered, we spent a few minutes photographing Kyoto Tower . . .
. . . and a bunch of funky-lookin’ balconies jutting out of a nearby building:
Bullet train chopsticks!
After the two-hour ride, we had to wait for another train here:
The second train took 50 minutes to get us to the Narita airport.
At the airport, the two highlights were the escalator-proof luggage carts . . .
. . . and the Twinkie-like banana treats:
Like I said, the day was uneventful.
These “banana Twinkies” (as Martha and I called them) really did make us happy. We’d seen them early in the trip and wanted them, but didn’t buy them and eventually figured we’d lost our chance. Then we saw some more and bought them . . . except we got the wrong kind. The whole thing (like many things on this trip) became a joke, so when we finally saw the exact same banana Twinkies in the airport that we’d wanted from Day 1, we had to get them. Martha took one bite and was like, “Eh,” so I ate the rest. How I only gained four pounds on this trip is a mystery — and I’ve already lost two.
We had lots of time to kill at the airport. I spent it all on my laptop. Blah blah. Here’s a photo of my mom just before we got on the plane:
The flight was twelve and a half hours nonstop, and get this: because of the 13-hour time difference, we landed at the same time as we’d taken off. Our flight left at around 6pm in Japan, and we landed “the same day” at 6pm in New York. Pretty wild, huh?
Martha spent a good portion of the flight playing Tetris, while my mom (in typical mom fashion) read a book. Here they are doing their thing:
By the time we landed and got in a cab, we were SOOOOO tired. I’d managed to conk out for a couple hours on the plane, but it hardly mattered. As far as I was concerned, it was 8 million o’clock. Can you tell?
The worst thing about the trip was having to be at work the next day, but whatever. I’m not complaining. We all had an amazing time, and I’d do it all again.