The arrival was smooth. I have a fear of arriving in large airports I have not been in before, in countries that speak a language I don't. The International House of Japan folks had given me clear instructions, which I followed to the tee, so all was cool. The hip thing about Japan is that they have these luggage delivery services, so for a small fee you can have your bags sent to where you are staying (and the reverse) from the airport. You don't have to mess with them. This is very hip if you are going to be in the country 90 days, with two heavy suitcases, a tuba and an overloaded messenger bag. I'll probably be using these guys in each city that I am staying an appreciable amount of time.
These are the guys at the baggage delivery counter.
The guy on the right, looking down, is who helped me.
Not a lot of English spoken there, let me tell you. Much better than my Japanese though. Between us, we got it done.
This is a lobby in Tokyo Station. You wouldn't know it is rush hour. That is because this is just one entrance and above ground. I had just come from the bowels of the station and it is a circus, a zoo, a malestorm. The was a pool of calmness.
This is the corridor from the arrivals lobby
to the trains. Somewhat frightening. A rampaging
robot might come around that blind curve. I took
the Narita Express to Tokyo Station. Way to go.