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Days 1 and 2: The Battle of the Jet Lag

Yesterday after a grueling 13 hour flight (and I mean it; that was probably the longest flight straight I've ever taken without a layover SOMEWHERE) I landed at Narita Airport and after collecting my belongings and safely making it out of the immigration/customs nightmare I was instantly cornered (yeah that's the right word) by three people who were doing TV interviews. So I, looking absolutely gorgeous after my flight, answered some questions (in Japanese, surprising them) about why I was coming to Japan and what I liked about it yadda yadda. So. Maybe I'll see myself on TV.

Eventually I was collected by Ryo and made the 1.5 hour trip from the airport to their second apartment, which they bought in downtown Tokyo instead of Sayama. It's a super convenient location: literally two minutes from the train station, restaurants, shops, library, and it's right next to a very extensive, historic park called Rikugien.

We went out for dinner at a Spanish restaurant. Authenticity aside, it was actually quite good. We had this dish of anchovy flavored french fries, and while it may sound weird it actually worked. The fish flavor was subtle, and the naturally salty anchovies were good seasoning. As we ate we watched Japan beat Cyprus 1-0 in soccer. Then as soon as we returned I promptly crashed on a futon and slept from 9p-4a.

My host mother, father, and brother had work and school respectively, so after eating breakfast (toast with jam, hardboiled egg) my host grandmother came over to spend the day with me. We actually went into Rikugien Garden, which goes back to 1702 (as my English pamphlet says).

Over the bridges there were eager turtles and koi. As soon as your shadow fell on the water they all swarmed for food.
But instead of feeding them we went and ate ramen (YES REAL RAMEN AT LAST) again. Feast your eyes:
Aaand then we took the train back to their first apartment where I promptly fell asleep on the floor for a while.


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