Tokyo (Part 3)
My last day in Japan! :’(
We woke up late in the morning again, and it was a rainy day. Since I had to go from wherever we went to the train and then to the airport, I had to carry my giant, heavy granny-suitcase everywhere I went. :-S That was not fun at all… it was hot, rainy, and Japan is the *least* handicapped-accessible place I’ve ever been to, so there were no ramps or escalators or anything… and since we used the subway so much, I had to carry my heavy suitcase up and down probably 3 miles of stairs alone.
The first thing we did was buy umbrellas… Frances was incredibly helpful the whole time, either holding my umbrella for me, or helping me with my suitcase. We really want to eat, so we set out looking for food, me trailing behind with my luggage. (Chris, Dave, Seul, Jose, and Frances were all lucky enough to be staying longer in Japan than I was, so they didn’t have much to carry.) We went to an old train station-looking place that was converted into restaurants, but no luck… so we went down more stairs, to the basement of a really really tall building… no luck… back down… around the underground areas like a maze, until finally we found a restaraunt suitable to everyone’s liking. We were tired and starving, so we all crawled in there, ordered huge beers (which made us even sleepier) and ate as much as we could.
Even though it was only early afternoon by then, I had to get to the train station with enough time to make it to Narita, so we went back to the subway. Tokyo’s subway system is amazingly efficient — you could probably get to anywhere in Tokyo without ever seeing the light of day. We took a number of trains through the subway maze (again, thanks to David’s knowledge of the area), and we found a JR ticket area. We said our goodbyes, only to bump into eachother again when the group going back to Eurocentres discovered they had gone the wrong way. So once again we said our goodbyes (it was especially hard to say goodbye to Frances for the 2nd time 
) and parted again.
Getting from Shinjuku to Narita was strangely a bit harder than getting from Narita to Kanazawa, but I managed it alright. Once again, it wasn’t really until I was waiting for my plane to arrive that I realized I was going away. I tried practicing speaking to a few people in the terminals in Tokyo and Toronto.
The whole time I could only think how lucky Frances and the others were to be going back to Eurocentres at that moment instead of flying to America. The moment I that left, I was already dying to go back.