I’m safely back in Japan after a pleasant flight on Korean Airlines, which I chose because I like their bibimbap, and hearing the sing-song voices of the flight attendants makes me imagine I’m inside one of my wife’s Korean dramas. Some might say being trapped in a flying metal tube for 12 hours from LAX to Narita would be a difficult thing, but I prefer flying internationally to taking domestic flights in the U.S., which have added stress due to incessant flight delays and rushing for hub connections. As usual, it feels somewhat strange to be back in Japan — the neat order of the rice fields as seen from the air near Narita seemed to embody the way Japan’s society is much more organized and ordered than the U.S., with little squares and boxes for people to fit themselves into — but that might have just been the high altitude getting to me. If this update should trail off suddenly, it means I’ve surrendered to the jet lag that’s dragging me down right now…
The first sight of Japan, when approaching Narita.
