Making it

We have arrived. The flight from SFO to LAX was great, we got the seats next to the emergency exit, so extra leg room. Then got the same seats on the flight to Japan, which is good because Cuyler and I need all the extra room we can get. There isn't much to say about an 11 hour plane flight. You watch movies, you fall asleep, repeat too many times. The woman that was sitting next to Cuyler on the flight spilled her coke on herself within the first twenty minutes of the flight and then also spilled coffee at the first meal.
Finally, got to Narita and got to get smelled out by the police drug smelling dog who lingered to long for me to feel comfortable, but I was ruled out as being a drug smuggler. We get out of customs and into the train station where we are "randomly" selected to be interviewed by the police. They were stoked to find out I was an accountant and one even used the word "cool". It is great to be in a country that admires your work and where you can be cool for adding numbers all day (I think something was lost in the translation). Cuyler and I finally got to the train and then into Tokyo. First stop was scheduled to be a bar but we ended up running into this old temple in Asakura and the temple was Sensoji. We pulled little fortunes at the temple and I got the bad fortune (you will have a bad trip(no joke that is what it said)) but Cuyler got a good one so hopefully that off sets my bad luck. Off to finally get food and some beverage of the golden amber color.
It was after several beers that we decided it was time to track down where the hostel was,not the best idea. The map was not clear, and needless to say, why the hell are there two hostels in a two block radius with the word smile in the title. In the hostel, time to rest, tomorrow it is off to Kyoto and more adventures.