Last week we flew back to Tokyo. Unlike the previous trips, that time we’re going to Tokyo as complete tourists (previously, Reza was there as a student). Since we’re going to be tourists, we figured that we should prepare like tourists.
A few days before we left, I went on a search for a portable wifi, important for navigating to new places. Reza looked up on tourist rail passes we could use and possible museums we could visit. We got accommodations settled the night before we left — the first night we were planning to gamble for a hotel near the airport (apparently, on Japanese sites, some hotels offer a special rate if you say a phrase listed on the site — they’re the magic words), while the consecutive nights, we’d be staying at this uber hip hotel in the city.
Throughout the flight it didn’t hit us that we’re going back to Tokyo. For me, reality hit once I saw the city from the sky and it was especially comforting to once again see the blinking red lights (if you’ve seen the Tokyo skyline at night, you’d get what I mean).
I couldn’t contain my excitement when we reached the arrival hall, I think it was so obvious. Reza on the other hand, was calm the whole time. Naturally you’d ask, “Is this guy not happy to be back?!”
A couple of times I asked him this:
“So, how do you feel?”
He wouldn’t respond until I asked him for the 5th time:
“Apa you rasa, I lagi rasa, Mia. I kat sini 6 tahun kot!”
It felt so good to be back!