Japan Japan Japan. I knew there was a reason I've always wanted to visit this place. So busy so bustling, so different, so foreign..and so just amazing. You think New York is crazy? That place aint got nuffin on the tokyo!

So I arrived here after a raging case of bedbugs (compliments of Air India blankets). Okay it wasn't raging, but enough that I think it really sucks. And I figured, hey life aint so bad, I only have to wait for my friend to arrive for 9 hours. I almost never use those airtport carts, but because I wanted to prolong that great back feeling I had left thailand with (insert amazing thoughts of oil massages here) I got one. Go figure the ONE time I would use one....
So I walked around, and soon noticed that the little side bag I was carrying was open. It wasn't just open, but it was spilling out the contents of japanese brochures and pamphlets everywhere. It soon occured to me it was also the bag I had thrown my passport in, in a hurry. So I turn around and run back the 50 m trail of smiling paper japanese faces, but no passport. A full on panic attack ensued until I kicked myself into think mode, and ran to the information desk. As I was running up, I noticed my passport in the helpers hand, an got it back immediately. wow im here 10 minutes only, and im already in troubs!

So far, even though it has only been two days, i can already see that Japan will have an awful lot to offer a mind like mine. The best part so far is the people watching. From shaved heads with the exception of the single colored plat down the back, or the life sized batman with life sized anatomically correct parts that hatchet quickly befriended, Japan has a lot to offer to the blank canvas type mind. This pretty much means you'll have a lot to read about as I will sure as hell have a lot to write about.

lost passport, found passport, and lots of time to kill..here i am thinking its only 9 hours, except hatchet mixed up the dates and 9 hours turned into oblivion. It's amazing how much you can entertain yourself waiting in an airport for 32 hours. Oh the people you meet, the officials that ask for your newly found passport so many times, the random bugs on the floor, the places you can hide, the bathrooms you can explore in..hey its all fun when it needs to be. Oh yeah, and it can feel a lot like "Lost in translation", especially when your time is accompanied by terrible scary Muzak.

how come japanese toilets are more entertaining than anything else the us has to offer. from holes in the ground, to flushing noises provided for peeing comforts, you could have a party in a place like this..red carpets and all.

we've seen little kids hitting themselves, we had full on conversations with the stuffed animal kingdom in the museums, suffered near schizophrenic seizures to the high density of ridiculously blinking lights accompanied by high pitched squeals and scary laughter, and all sorts of dual-party mischevious acts that involve me and hatchet and whatever yakuza jerks have been following us around with their single pinky tattooed backs.

So now the act of one, has become a two man show...and the more cast, the more adventures. I aint gunna lie. japan meets hatchet. hatchet meets jordanna. hatchet and jordanna tear up japan. the end.

we'll be back...duh. sumimasen godzirra!!!