Dotty Summerfield (Jim’s wife) and Jim Guisti (Ann’s brother)
Ann Guisti Bodnar, married to my brother Michae, who both \240kindly made sure I could come on this trip
The lounge
Sleeping pod on JAL (booked through American Airlines)
The seat completely folded down & then one covers it with a \240mattress. Of course the flight attendant provides a cushy pillow. \240On the end of the pod that you can’t see sits a large screen where multiple movies, TV shows & the like can be viewed.
I watched Black Panther, Wacanda Forever, ate a Japanese dinner and went to sleep. \240I woke up once and had Ramen soup with vegetable noodles and went back to sleep.
A storage cubby sat under the screen to keep items needed during flight. \240And, of course a generous overhead bin resided above the seat.
MAR 29 2023
What a day. \240We arrived in Tokyo around 3:30 pm at Haneda Airport. Well, \240immigration officers only spoke Japanese and insisted we sign on to their website, which we did in the US. \240We diligently had printed & screen shot all the forms and QR codes prior to leaving for Japan as instructed.
I showed the officer my form and she just stabbed her sign over the QR code repeatedly until I realized she wanted me to go to that internet site.
So, I took my phone off airplane mode & miraculously it worked. \240The other 3 phones belonging to my party members did not. I had my password and was able to sign on again & my sister-in-law remembered hers so we got the forms they wanted screen shot, which I already had on my phone!
Dotty got her phone on wi-fi after a little bit but Jim forgot his password so they got taken aside to a computer.
After much adieu we all had our forms and were able to get in the immigration line where we stood for about an hour and a half. Of course, Dotty being a swizzle stick, showed them the form she screenshot in the US (ha ha).
We started to wonder if we’d make out next flight to Ōsaka. We had three hours from arrival but as time passed in line we worried more.
Finally, we plowed through immigration only to get snagged in Customs. \240That only took a half hour to 45 minutes. Sad but true, the QR codes I diligently printed out failed to fit on the tiny QR scanner. \240Thank goodness I screenshot those or I would have spent twice as long in Customs.
We picked up our luggage to literally lug a hundred pounds each to a terminal far far away. \240We negotiated a monorail system in Japanese very careful to go to the JALlocal, \240not international, terminal for our flight to Osaka.
Just our luck this day, we arrived too late to check that cumbersome luggage. \240They sent us to the special desk where we spent at least an hour \240while one plane after another took off for Ōsaka. The staff didn’t speak any English and we didn’t speak any Japanese so we milled around as more and more people came to work on our tickets. At one point five reps were trying to get us on a flight but we didn’t know why they were having such a hard time. \240The couple from Australia in front of us got a flight right away.
Eventually, they started tagging our bags which we counted and reinforced which ones to check maybe four or five times. \240
We proceeded directly to an empty security gate and walked through and got on the last flight to Ōsaka.
An hour later we arrived. \240Abercrombie and Kent met us as we came through the exit door after retrieving our burdensome luggage. \240They called a car and it took about an hour to arrive. \240We were hungry and tired!
Finally, we arrived at the Ritz Carlton Ōsaka, a beautiful hotel with $3000 wallets and &10,000 purses for sale in their shop. To our dismay no restaurants were open and they told us the bar was “at capacity”.
Dotty & Jim went to their room. \240Ann & I went to the bar, which it turns out Sat fairly empty. \240We got two bottles of wine, I got a gentle spiced Japanese gin and tonic and we went to our room.