Rather bleary-eyed from my flight from Portland to Tokyo, I found myself being herded onto a bus for the next flight. It turns out that my connecting flight to Singapore to meet up with Steph for an adventure across South East Asia had been canceled and I was reassigned to a flight leaving from one of Tokyo’s other airports.
We piled onto an air conditioned bus complete with Karaoke (although no one sang) and moved out into evening rush hour traffic.
At the other airport, I had a few hours to kill before the next flight. After I found an internet kiosk to send Steph an email to let her know that I would be significantly delayed (almost 8 hours!), I checked out the restroom. Japanese restrooms always give me a kick. Such wondrous technology put into a toilet!
Yes, this toilet has a control panel.
This is a classy bathroom. It even has one of these floor toilet things.
It is interesting to see how priority seating categories are designated in different countries. Here, one must be old, with crutches, pregnant/fat, with a small child, or with a heart condition.
I was all alone at the gate waiting for my flight.