Wasn’t I just here?
I returned to Tokyo just about an hour ago. The long flight from JFK was uneventful. I got whacked on the head by a man and his wife in the row behind me, as they got up to use the rest room, which woke me from a deep, needed sleep. Then they spoke loudly for most of the flight. In the aisle directly across from where I was seated, two young women, high school or just having started college, sang and spoke louder than the couple I mentioned. But we landed safely.
High winds now from the 32nd floor of Mandarin Oriental where I am spending the night. Very dramatic, very lovely. This is my third stay here.
Hot shower, pleasant shave.
Soon it will be time to meet R and H for yakitori and cold draft beer at Tokyo Station, which is within walking distance.
Tomorrow I fly with the NOMA crew to Kyoto.