004 – Onward! To Japan!

My dreams abruptly end as I snap awake, inhaling sharply. I blink several times as my blurry vision takes its sweet time to come into focus. I sit up, realizing I am not sitting in a hostel bed, as per usual, but a fluffy, comfy Japanese floor futon. I look up and see that I am lying on tatami floor mats and there is a sliding door made out of paper before me.

Oh right, I moved to Japan. 

I’M FINALLY HERE.

COMMENCE FREAK OUT SESSION.

オ・マイ。ガー!

 

FREAK OUT SESSION COMPLETE.

Hi there! The last couple weeks have been an insane amount of travel, to the point that I cannot believe that I am still alive. It took a little while to get set up, but it’s all finally done, and I can sit and blog in peace without glaring at any unpacked backpacks or clothes strewn across the floor.

SO! Last time, I updated from South Carolina, where I was heading to Myrtle Beach for a wedding, since my friend decided to get married five days before I was supposed to be in Tokyo. It was beautiful though! All done on the beach at sunrise, food was all a giant breakfast buffet, and guess who caught the bouquet?

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This gal! Everything was blue, as is evident from the picture, and it was all ocean-themed. It was a really great time and I was happy I could make it!

I spent an extra day in South Carolina, then I took a flight from Myrtle Beach to New York City. I took a shuttle between airports, then killed a few hours there until 1:30am, which is when I boarded my China Airlines flight, which would go from JFK to Taoyuan International Airport in Taiwan.

I spent fifteen hours in that airplane. And to China Airlines’ credit, they have amazing planes. The seats were insanely comfy and the little monitors with in-flight entertainment were incredibly new, compared to flights I’ve taken in the past where you are basically smacking the screen (and the back of someone else’s seat) trying to make a selection. There was also the bonus that since this flight left at such an odd time, there was barely anyone on the flight! So I had a whole row to myself, in which I set up a nest of blankets and pillows and slept throughout most of the ride. The meals were also pretty good! Funny side note: all of the juices that they served on the flight were Greek. What.

So I land in Taiwan at five o clock in the morning, wander around the airport for a bit, awkwardly wash up and brush my teeth in the tiny washroom by security, then head out to face the day. I opened the door and Typhoon Meranti came out to say hello.

img_0208It was a terrible time in southern Taiwan, although I was lucky because I mostly hung out in the Taipei area, so all I put up with was some rain and wind, but nothing like what you’ve seen on the news. I met up with my awesome friend who lives there and had some breakfast and lunch, as well as was treated to a wonderful massage and having my hair washed, Taiwanese style.

This is apparently a thing. It was amazing to have my shoulders attended to after backpacking for so long.

End of the day, I took my flight to Narita Airport in Chiba Prefecture. This is the main international airport by Tokyo, although it’s kinda far. Another friend of mine was sweet enough to come out and meet me, which ended up being a long wait for her, since I was not the only long-term resident to show up; about eight of us were told to wait in a corner while all tourists were processed and put through immigration. I presume that they were short-staffed, it was almost nine o’ clock at night and people had probably gone home! To make matters worse, most of the others were confused when asked to amend their paperwork, and the gentleman who was helping us only addressed us in Japanese. I was one of the only three or four people who had everything completed and were allowed to proceed right to the photograph and fingerprinting station! When I finally got through, I made a dash for the exit to meet my friend, so that I wouldn’t inconvenience her further! I was excited to see her again, though. She is a student at Sophia as well, and she had come to UBC last year on exchange, so it was exciting to see a real exchange in action!

The immigration process, for those who are curious, is all outlined on the Immigration Bureau of Japan’s website, but long story short, it goes like this: Get certificate of eligibility, go to embassy in your country, get visa, land in airport, bring certificate and visa, fill out form, give to attendant, get fingerprinted and photographed, get resident card, leave. If you want to be allowed to work a part time job, print out another form from the website that’s called “permission to engage in other activity”, sign it, and hand that in with your other stuff.

So I was able to leave, enter Japan, and go sleep over at my friend’s house, since my dorm’s office hours were closed for the day. I stayed over, got up the next morning, dragged my backpack over to Nerima, and moved into my dorm room. The room itself is perfect, just enough space for a bed with built-in drawers, a desk, a chair, a bookshelf, a small closet and a small fridge. The showers and kitchen are shared spaces on the first floor, and they’re well-maintained. I can definitely survive here for a year. Dorms are definitely the way to go if you’re only here for a year, since most apartments require a two-year commitment, not to mention six months’ worth of rent up front. The only things I had to add on were a bright pink kettle and a bright purple laundry hamper. Not only are they useful, but they add some colour to the place!

I also have a balcony with a clothesline, and just a block away, I can see the trains go by, which really makes me feel like I’m in Tokyo! The station is up the street, and I have already been riding the metro and JR lines everywhere! Orientation is tomorrow, so I’ll blog again soon on starting school in another country! ‘Til then, have a great day, wherever you are, and hope your day remains typhoon-free!

003 – There and Back Again

I’m sitting in a pub in the beating heart of The South. College football is playing loudly on the televisions over the bar as the server frantically serves drinks and food. I get my delicious burger and start to dig in, but I cannot help but pause to take notes, as the football fans in the room are roaring at another touchdown and dancing and cheering in ways that I have never seen sports fans do. The anthropologist in me needs to take notes. A cranky older man taps me on the shoulder, looking absolutely scandalized. 

“Let me ask you somethin’,” he says, his southern accent making him nigh incomprehensible to my northern ears. “Y’all came down here to enjoy a nice beer, good food, and friends, right? So why in the hell are you writin’?!”

I smile and almost feel a little sad for this man who believes that writing could not possibly be fun. My friends snigger and continue working on their drinks, amused that the Canadian has managed to garner further attention for her weirdness.

I excel at confusing people. I think it’s gotten to the point that they get so mixed up with what my plans are that they just ignore it until I update my Facebook profile to let them know I’m not dead.

Phase 1 of my very indirect route has been completed, reader. I have this friend, y’see, that has been my pen pal since I was twelve years-old. Well, several months ago, she invited me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding. She lives all the way in South Carolina. I really wanted to be there, but her wedding is five days before I am supposed to be in Tokyo. So I had to figure out a way to get there and back again.

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Kyiv Pasazhyrs’kyi (Київ-Пасажирський), aka Central Railway Station.

So to start, I was in Athens, Greece. I flew out on a nice sunny afternoon from El. Venizelos Airport (ATH) to Borispol International (KBP), which is located just outside of Kyiv, Ukraine. Why the heck did I go to Ukraine, of all places? Well, Ukraine International Airlines recently started a very reasonably priced flight from Kyiv to JFK Airport, in New York. From there, it was just a small hop to get down to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina! As a bonus, I was able to enjoy Kyiv for an evening, as I had an 18 hour layover there! But after eating pierogies and borscht and meeting some amazing people at one of the local hostels, it was time to move on.

The flight was amazingly smooth, barely any turbulence, and even though it was ten hours long, it seemed to go by in an instant. Before I knew it, I was landing in New York. I had to switch to LaGuardia Airport (LGA) for my next flight, so I had pre-ordered a ticket for a shuttle bus (NYC Airporter), which was fantastic because it meant I would get to skip the agony of backpacking through the metro during rush hour. It even had wifi onboard.

Unbeknownst to me, Hurricane Hermine had decided to crash into the east coast earlier that day, killing two people and spraying debris and chaos all over. It hit fast and was downgraded to a tropical storm, but it meant that the flight preceding mine had been diverted to another place, so they took a very long time to get back. The flight ended up being delayed by close to an hour, which given the circumstances was very impressive. However, other flights had also experienced hiccups, and LaGuardia had a lot of construction going on. So we ended up taxiing on the tarmac for an additional hour, watching the sunset from our little windows.

By the time I finally made it to Myrtle, my poor friend and her fiance had been waiting for me, having driven three hours in a tropical storm to pick me up. I’ve never been more grateful.

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A menu in an ‘Asian/Mexican’ fusion restaurant, clearly displaying Inuit art over an image of Mt. Fuji. I couldn’t make this up if I tried.

Out of any country in the world that I have visited thus far, I never feel more like a fish out of water than I do in the United States. Perhaps it’s the fact that performative patriotism is strongly encouraged, so there is much evidence to support the suggestion that Americans feel the need to assert their identity, i.e. flags on everything, signs on businesses claiming to be ‘American’, etc. It’s everywhere down here, and if you are not American, like myself, then you feel a little out of place. I can’t help but keep notes on everything that happens while I’m here, because people are very outspoken and even though we’re only a few hours away by plane, the US and Canada are vastly different.

It is also good training for my upcoming year in Japan. Sometimes I seem to get a swelled head and think I know how something is going to go down in a cultural setting, and then I am surprised when it goes differently. I have to remember to basically stop being a know-it-all and go with the flow, as I suggested in my last post. It will hinder my capacity to learn if I don’t. So I’m grateful that my friend chose now to get married, and gave me an excuse to enact my ‘indirectness’ resolution to be able to take such a crazy path leading up to Tokyo. It’s helping me grow as a person and preparing me for many more surprises.

I’ll be here for the next week, then I’m off. Of course, I can’t fly directly to Tokyo from Myrtle Beach. Tune in next time to see how Phase 2 works out. Hopefully this time with a little less hurricane!