The first thing I see out the window on the descent to Narita International Airport is a lot of dark green trees--forests--something you don't see too often in California.
I hear Narita is a relatively new airport. I must say that the architecture is a lot nicer compared to LAX. LAX is old, outdated, and in serious need of renovation. In LAX, you'll see ceiling boards missing, nasty brown walls, and yea.....architectural nightmare. Back to Narita....
Notice the very clean appearance of Narita airport in the background
I hear Narita is a relatively new airport. I must say that the architecture is a lot nicer compared to LAX. LAX is old, outdated, and in serious need of renovation. In LAX, you'll see ceiling boards missing, nasty brown walls, and yea.....architectural nightmare. Back to Narita....
Notice the very clean appearance of Narita airport in the background
Going through customs and immigration, I noticed one fundamental difference between Japan and the US. In Japan, you have uniformed workers dealing with customs and immigration. In the States, you have uniformed officers--with guns--to deal with customs and immigration.
It's mind boggling how Japan drives on the left hand side of the road. I swear, gives me a headache thinking about it. I wouldn't last 5 seconds behind the wheel over there...
Going through the Narita countryside on the bus, you can see traditional Japanese houses next to very modern gas stations. Talk about an anachronism...
Guess what? Upon arriving in my hotel room, I saw one of those infamous Japanese toilets that can wash your derriere with water.
I had dinner downstairs in the hotel restaurant. It was international selection buffet. My dad kept on remarking how incredibly sweet the pineapple was, but I didn't care much. During the dinner conversation, we joked how he would inevitably embarrass us by attempting to speak Japanese. Later in the trip, he did. Haha. Good stuff.
It's mind boggling how Japan drives on the left hand side of the road. I swear, gives me a headache thinking about it. I wouldn't last 5 seconds behind the wheel over there...
Going through the Narita countryside on the bus, you can see traditional Japanese houses next to very modern gas stations. Talk about an anachronism...
Guess what? Upon arriving in my hotel room, I saw one of those infamous Japanese toilets that can wash your derriere with water.
I had dinner downstairs in the hotel restaurant. It was international selection buffet. My dad kept on remarking how incredibly sweet the pineapple was, but I didn't care much. During the dinner conversation, we joked how he would inevitably embarrass us by attempting to speak Japanese. Later in the trip, he did. Haha. Good stuff.
