Finally. – 2 September 2012
Finally. Made it to Nagoya. I’m pretty stoked to be here, but three days of sleeping in airports and falling into the crippling effects of jet lag have me feeling grateful for a shower and a place to sleep. Word. Just had to let you all know I made it over here alive.
And man, what a trip it’s been too.
Who thought my trip to Japan would begin on a bus? I damn sure didn’t. But that’s just what happened. I thought my ride to the airport in Charlotte had fallen through, so I did what I had to. Six hours and three stops and a twenty-five-dollar cab ride later, and I’m sitting in the terminal at Charlotte–Douglas. Turns out I’m fifteen hours early for the first flight, so I sit there for fifteen hours and huff cig after cig after cig and scarf down a huge, expensive cup of coffee.
Finally, the moment I’d been waiting for – my very first take-off. It was pretty cool, though. The flight left at six, so just as the sun came up we were already above the cloud tops. The towns looked like dewy nodes on an illuminated spiderweb, connected by tendril-like roads, also lit. There was a hazy division in the atmosphere as the sun rose, almost like the way the paints at the edges of an artist’s palette blend together… It was breathtaking. Feeling the plane accelerate then lift into the air was a rush that first time.
A rush that quickly diminished with each successive flight thereafter.
The next stop was Baltimore-Washington International. Not much to say about it – the connecting flight arrived in forty minutes and I didn’t even get to step outside. Not that I thought I’d missed much. Baltimore is like Washington’s slutty cousin that the entire neighborhood’s had twice.
(I do apologize to all my B’more natives who will read this. It’s just an in-joke between me and a friend. Nothin’ personal, I swear. All that talk about arson – crazy talk.)
Then there was the five-and-a-half-hour flight from BWI to LAX. I had never been anywhere near Los Angeles before this trip, but, like so many others, I had found plenty to hate about the City of Angels – and it mostly stemmed from my hatred for the Lakers. However, when we flew in over the desert and I saw the Inland Empire and the canals that give this huge city all of its fresh water, my heart softened a bit. It was breathtaking, too. I quickly came to realize that the landings were way more special than the take-offs.
I stayed in LAX for a couple hours, and then the biggest hurdle of the trip – fourteen hours between LAX and Hong Kong. It wouldn’t have been too bad, except the flight left LAX at twenty minutes after twelve in the afternoon; i.e., the entire flight was in broad daylight. And that kinda sucked. But there were movies and food and games, so that made it bearable, at least. I tried to sleep during the flight. Keyword there – tried. There was no way in hell that anyone outside of first class could ever get a good night’s sleep on an airplane.
I landed at Hong Kong International at about seven in the evening, and the connecting flight to Nagoya didn’t leave until ten the next morning, so I decide to check out the city. I caught hell trying to find the baggage check counter, the trains to the city, the currency exchange – even though everything is in English as well as Chinese. That’s just how damn big this airport is. But I found my way out, and rode the train deep into the heart of Hong Kong’s Central District, where everything is. There’s a 7-11 on every corner, it seems. There were boutiques everywhere – Louis Vuitton, Giorgio Armani, there were diamond stores and purse stores and shoe stores like the 7-11s – on every corner. But there were three things that fascinated me more than anything else, three things I really went out there to see: the masses of people everywhere, the subway, and the skyscrapers – and there were plenty of each to go around. It was Friday evening when I touched down in Hong Kong, so everybody was out on the street. Everybody. There were girls posing for photos taken by professional photographers – for advertisements, I think. There were businessmen in suits and people in tee-shirts and quite a few Westerners too, all trying to find something to do on a rainy Friday night. I left the mall I found myself in (the train station was underneath it – really) and hit the streets.
That’s when it happened. The charley horse from hell. Actually, several of them. In both calves.
Of course, when I decided to go exploring, I hadn’t taken into account the long flight I had just taken or the fact I hadn’t drunk anything for hours and was most likely dehydrated – I wanted to see as much as I could, in the short time I had. So I walked around for three, four hours – maybe three, four miles (five if you include walking through the labyrinthine underground city that is Hong Kong’s Central Station) – and by the time I got back to the train station the muscles in my calves were in knots, hard as rocks and spasming like mad. I almost fell over walking up the steps in the subway, the cramps were so bad. Luckily, I got back to the airport in just enough time to give the clerk at the baggage counter the last of my Hong Kong dollars in exchange for my carry-on bag… and with it, the last of the money I had. I ended up dozing in the airport for the remaining time before my flight into Nagoya.
Again, the take-off wasn’t anything special. But once we were in the air, and the sea around Chek Lap Kok Island (where HKIA is located) came into view, it was – you guessed it – breathtaking. The water was green, and the shadows from the clouds were cast on the surface. The mountains were wrapped in fog. And the huge tankers in the water looked like ants; all you could see were their wakes. This flight was three-and-a-half hours long, and when the pilot made the announcement that we would be descending into Nagoya in thirty minutes, I looked out the window for the first time.
There were mountains I saw, covered in green. There were rivers and lakes, and roads and rice paddies. I saw a train in motion from up there. I saw cars on expressways. I saw entire coastlines covered in civilization. Then we flew over Nagoya. And it’s huge. This place sprawls across and around the harbor it fronts, and it’s all concrete, asphalt, and glass surrounded by perfectly rectangular rice paddies and fields. I was too consumed by what I was seeing to take pics (plus the window was tiny), but it’s all locked up in my brain, and I remember it all. What a first view of Japan, man.
Then we landed, I went through customs for the fourth time, and stepped out into Japan. But that’s a later post.