Up at 4.30. I have been awake since 1am worrying about the
d… keys. At the airport I looking for the check-in desk, I couldn’t find my
phone which now has everything as I decided to not carry paper. I was
devastated. At the desk we had to provide details about our flight to Brisbane.
I tried the Qantas web but Hilary doesn’t have her FFlyer number. I was ready
to go home. Then I remembered the pc. So there we were at the check-in waiting
for the pc to load a PDF and eventually we were through. Droped Hilary’s wheels
at the oversize – and the phone appeared in the wrong pocket!!!
I was exhausted.
There was more drama to follow. We were at the gate to board when I noticed the camera on a strap around my neck was missing. I ran back to the waiting area but wondered as I ran whether I had put it in a bag after weighing. Yes I had. What a trip. Too many “things“ to check. 4 bags, the push frame wrapped in plastic, camera, Hilary’s hand bag, pouch with passport, pen and now the phone. Ah well.
Tokyo has two airports, Haneda within the city boundaries, and Narita 90 kilometres to the east. Unfortunately for us, most international flights fly from/to Narita, so we arrived at 4pm, too late to get to our hotel near Mt Fuji, a 180km 3hr bus ride. But I had booked Narita Airport Rest House close to Terminal 1 with a free bus. It also has a restaurant but we were fed well on the plane. We did manage to buy water and coke from the lobby machine though.