I am sitting in a free internet cafe in the Tokyo/Nagarita Airport waiting for our next flight to Bangkok.　I am trying to get used to the time change.　We left this morning at 8am and arrived in Tokyo at 1：27pm。In Austin it should be around midnight, perhaps later.　Ｉｎ　Ｊａｐａｎ　ｉｔ　ｉｓ　ｓｕｎｎｙ　ａｎｄ　ｇｏｒｇｅｏｕｓ　ｒｉｇｈｔ　ｎｏｗ．　Ｗｅ　ｃａｕｇｈｔ　ａ　ｂｕｓ　ｔｏ　ｏｕｒ　ｃｏｎｎｅｃｔｉｎｇ　ｔｅｒｍｉｎａｌ，　ａｎｄ　ｔｈｅ　ａｉｒ　ｗａｓ　ｃｒｉｓｐ　ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ．　Ｍｙ　ｂｏｄｙ　ｔｅｌｌｓ　ｍｅ　Ｉ　ｓｈｏｕｌｄ　ｂｅ　ｉｎ　ｂｅｄ，　ｂｕｔ　ｍｙ　ｅｙｅｓ　ａｒｅ　ｄｅｆｉｎｉｔｅｌｙ　ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ　ｔｈｅ　ｂｅｓｔ　ｏｆ　ｍｅ．　We have a four hour (or more) layover that has left us kinda confused.　Our plane arrived here an hour earlier than listed on the itenerary。

The keyboard keeps switching languages on me from English to Japanese, randomly it seemｓ。Ｗｈｅｎｅｖｅｒ　Ｉ　ｔｒｙ　ｔｏ　ｂａｃｋｓｐａｃｅ　ｏｒ　ｃｏｒｒｅｃｔ　ｍｙ　ｓｐｅｌｌｉｎｇ，　ｉｔ　ｈｉｇｈｌｉｇｈｔｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｗｈｏｌｅ　ｓｅｎｔｅｎｃｅ　ａｎｄ　ｓｗｉｔｃｈｅｓ　ｉｔ　ｔｏ　Ｊａｐａｎｅｓｅ．　Ａｔ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｒａｔｅ，　ｆｏｕｒ　ｈｏｕｒｓ　ｓｈｏｕｌｄ　ｆｌｙ　ｂｙ　ｐｒｅｔｔｙ　ｆａｓｔ．　

Ｔｈｅ　ｆｌｉｇｈｔ　ｏｖｅｒ　ｗａｓ　ｒａｔｈｅｒ　ｕｎｅｖｅｎｔｆｕｌ．　Ｗｈｅｎ　ｗｅ　ｌｅｆｔ　Ｄａｌｌａｓ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ，　Ｉ　ｗａｓｈｅｄ　ｄｏｗｎ　ａ　Ｘａｎａｘ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｔｈｒｅｅ　Ｂｌｏｏｄｙ　Ｍａｒｙｓ．Ａｆｔｅｒ　ｔｈａｔ，　ｔｈｅ　ｆｌｉｇｈｔ　ｔｏｏｋ　ａ　ｒｅａｌｌｙ　ｐｌｅａｓａｎｔ　ｔｕｒｎ．　Ｉ　ｑｕｉｃｋｌｙ　ｄｒｉｆｔｅｄ　ｏｆｆ　ａｎｄ　ｃｒａｓｈｅｄ　ｏｕｔ　ｆｏｒ　ａｎ　ｈｏｕｒ　ｏｒ　ｔｗｏ．　Ｆｏｒｔｕｎａｔｅｌｙ，　ｔｈｅ　ｆｌｉｇｈｔ　ｗａｓ　ｒａｔｈｅｒ　ｅｍｐｔｙ．　Ｗｅ　ｈａｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｅｎｔｉｒｅ　ｒｏｗ　ｔｏ　ｏｕｒｓｅｌｖｅｓ　（ｆｉｖｅ　ｓｅａｔｓ），　ｓｏ　ｗｅ　ｔｏｏｋ　ｔｕｒｎｓ　ｓｌｅｅｐｉｎｇ．　Ａｓ　ｕｓｕａｌ，　ｔｈｅ　ｉｎ－ｆｌｉｇｈｔ　ｍｏｖｉｅｓ　ｗｅｒｅ　ｄｕｌｌ．　

Ｓｉｎｃｅ　Ｓｈａｕｎｎａ　ｏｐｔｓ　ｆｏｒ　ｔｈｅ　ｖｅｇｅｔａｒｉａｎ　ｍｅａｌｓ　ｏｎ　ｆｌｉｇｈｔｓ，　Ｉ　ｆｉｇｕｒｅｄ　ｉｔ　ｗｏｕｌｄ　ｂｅ　ｆｕｎ　ｔｏ　ｇｉｖｅ　ｔｈｅｍ　ａ　ｓｈｏｔ　ｆｏｒ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｔｒｉｐ．　Ｔｈｅ　ｆｉｒｓｔ　ｏｎｅ　ｗａｓ　ｐｒｅｔｔｙ　ｇｏｏｄ　ａｎｄ　ｃｏｎｓｉｓｔｅｄ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｓｑｕａｒｅ　ｐｌａｔｅ　ｗｉｔｈ　ａ　ｓｐｉｃｙ　ｂｕｌｇａｒ　ｃｏｎｃｏｃｔｉｏｎ　ｎｅｘｔ　ｔｏ　ａ　Ｓｏｕｔｈｗｅｓｔ　ｂｌａｃｋ－ｂｅａｎ　ａｎｄ　ｃｏｒｎ　ｍｉｘ．　Ｏｖｅｒ　ｔｏ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｉｄｅ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ｐｌａｔｅ　ｗａｓ　ａ　ｂｌａｎｄ　ｍｉｘ　ｏｆ　ｗｈｉｔｅ　ｂｅａｎｓ，　ｏｎｉｏｎｓ　ａｎｄ　ｓｏｍｅ　ｍｙｓｔｅｒｙ　ｖｅｇｅｔａｂｌｅ．　Ｔｈｅ　ｓｅｃｏｎｄ　ｍｅａｌ　ｓｕｃｋｅｄ．　Ｎｏ　ｂｏｎｅｓ　ａｂｏｕｔ　ｉｔ．　Ｓｌｉｃｅｄ　ｐｉｎｅａｐｐｌｅｓ，　ｂｒｏｃｃｏｌｉ，　ｔｏｍａｔｏｓ，　ａｎｄ　ｃｕｃｕｍｂｅｒｓ　ｌａｙｅｒｅｄ　ｏｎ　ａ　ｂｅｄ　ｏｆ　ｆｒｉｅｄ　ｒｉｃｅ　ｍｉｘｅｄ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｐｉｃｋｌｅｄ　ｇｉｎｇｅｒ　ａｎｄ　ｒａｉｓｉｎｓ．　Ｉｔ　ｔａｓｔｅｄ　ｌｉｋｅ　ａ　ｂａｄ　ａｃｉｄ　ｒｅｆｌｕｘ　ａｆｔｅｒ　ａ　ｎｉｇｈｔ　ｏｆ　ｓｕｓｈｉ　ａｎｄ　ｄｒｉｎｋｓ．Ｏｕｒ　ｎｅｘｔ　ｆｌｉｇｈｔ　ｉｓ　ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅｄ　ｔｏ　ｈａｖｅ　ｔｈｅ　Ａｓｉａｎ　Ｖｅｇｅｔａｒｉａｎ　ｍｅａｌ，　ｗｈｉｃｈ　ｗｉｌｌ　ｈｏｐｅｆｕｌｌｙ　ｂｅ　ｂｅｔｔｅｒ　ｔｈａｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｌａｓｔ．　

Ｏｎｅ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ｍｏｒｅ　ｉｎｔｅｒｅｓｔｉｎｇ　ａｓｐｅｃｔｓ　ｏｆ　ｔｒａｖｅｌｌｉｎｇ　ｉｓ　ｎｏｔｉｃｉｎｇ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｕｂｔｌｅ　（ａｎｄ　ｎｏｔ　ｓｏ　ｓｕｂｔｌｅ）　ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｃｅｓ　ｉｎ　ｃｕｌｔｕｒｅ．　Ｉ　ｈａｖｅ　ｓｅｅｎ　ａｌｏｔ　ｏｆ　ｂｌｏｇｓ　ｔａｌｋ　ａｂｏｕｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｈｏｃｋ　ｆｒｏｍ　ｓｅｅｉｎｇ　ａｎ　Ａｓｉａｎ　ｔｏｉｌｅｔ　ｆｏｒ　ｔｈｅ　ｆｉｒｓｔ　ｔｉｍｅ．　Ｉｔ　ｈａｓ　ｂｅｅｎ　ｙｅａｒｓ　ｓｉｎｃｅ　Ｉ‘ｖｅ　ｖｉｓｉｔｅｄ　Ａｓｉａ，　ｓｏ　Ｉ　ｆｏｒｇｏｔ　ｗｈａｔ　ｔｈｅｙ‘ｒｅ　ｌｉｋｅ．　Ｉ　ｔｏｏｋ　ａ　ｃｏｕｐｌｅ　ｏｆ　ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅｓ　ｂｕｔ　ｃａｎ‘ｔ　ｌｏａｄ　ｔｈｅｍ　ｎｏｗ．　Ｔｏ　ｐｕｔ　ｉｔ　ｐｌａｉｎｌｙ，　ｔｈｅｒｅ　ｉｓ　ａｎ　ｏｂｌｏｎｇ，　ｐｏｒｃｅｌａｉｎ　ｈｏｌｅ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｇｒｏｕｎｄ　ｏｖｅｒ　ｗｈｉｃｈ　ｙｏｕ　ａｒｅ　ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅｄ　ｔｏ　ｓｑｕａｔ．　Ｉ　ｈａｖｅ　ｍａｓｔｅｒｅｄ　ｔｈｅ　ａｒｔ　ｏｆ　ｓｑｕａｔｔｉｎｇ　ｗｈｉｌｅ　ｃａｍｐｉｎｇ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｗｏｏｄｓ，　ｂｕｔ　Ｉ　ａｌｗａｙｓ　ｈａｄ　ａ　ｔｒｅｅ　ｔｏ　ｈａｎｇ　ｏｎ　－　ｔｈｅｒｅｂｙ　ｐｒｅｖｅｎｔｉｎｇ　ｍｅ　ｆｒｏｍ　ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ　ｏｖｅｒ　ｂａｃｋｗａｒｄｓ　ｉｎｔｏ　ｍｙ　ｓｔｕｆｆ．　Ｔｈｉｓ　ｉｓ　ｔｏｔａｌｌｙ　ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｔ．　Ｎｏ　ｈａｎｄｌｅｓ，　ｎｏ　ｓｅａｔ，　ｎｏ　ｓｕｐｐｏｒｔ．　

Ｉｔ　ｗｉｌｌ　ｂｅ　ｍｉｄｎｉｔｅ　ｗｈｅｎ　ｗｅ　ａｒｒｉｖｅ　ｉｎ　Ｂａｎｇｋｏｋ．　Ｉ　ｃｏｎｆｉｒｍｅｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｒｏｏｍ　ｆｏｒ　ｏｕｒ　ｆｉｒｓｔ　ｎｉｇｈｔ，　ａｎｄ　ｏｕｒ　ｆｌｉｇｈｔ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ　ｉｓ　ｓｅｃｕｒｅｄ．　Ｔｈｅ　ｎｅｘｔ　ｆｅｗ　ｄａｙｓ　ｍａｙ　ｆｉｎｄ　ｕｓ　ｏｕｔ　ｏｆ　ｔｏｕｃｈ　ａｓ　ｗｅ　ｍａｋｅ　ｏｕｒ　ｗａｙ　ｉｎｔｏ　ｔｈｅ　ｍｏｕｎｔａｉｎｏｕｓ　ａｒｅａｓ　ｏｆ　Ｎｏｒｔｈｅｒｎ　Ｔｈａｉｌａｎｄ．　Ｈｏｐｅｆｕｌｌｙ　Ｉ‘ｌｌ　ｂｅ　ａｂｌｅ　ｔｏ　ｐｏｓｔ　ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅｓ　ｔｈｅｎ．