Well, not really.
But after 13 hours in the air–hot nuts, a pork chop, sake, and a mushroom omelet–I am in a strange place where NO ONE speaks English. Not much, anyway.
I did, however, enjoy a great, fatty steak and more sake. The food in Japan is astonishing, really the best on earth. Gorgeous textures, deep flavors, subtle variations in heat, delightful variations of sweet and salty.
Tomorrow? Tea farms.