by Das Messer
The sanctity of Travel lies in its tendency to command your respect as you set out to peer voyeuristically into other human lives. Navel-gazing at a time like this is over-indulgent and simply uncouth: There’s a time for raw vulnerability, but this isn’t it. Chin up, shoulders back, deep breath: You’re on your own now, Das. Lock it down.
Passing me now is a campus couple. A campus couple in Korea is a couple wearing the same thing- the same sweatshirt, same hat or sometime even the same shoes. I guess they have campus couples in Japan too! Or maybe they are also headed back to Korea.
Stewardesses pass, either having just arrived off a flight or heading toward one that is departing. If they work for an Asian airline, you would never know the difference because of their high level of professionalism.
I'm sitting here at the Narita Airport in Tokyo, Japan. I'm on my way back to Korea after having had a one week visit back in Oregon. I've plopped down on the ground to charge my phone, which I'm using to write this very blog entry. People are giving me some pretty strange looks-I guess sitting along the wall of a busy walkway isn't conventional around here. But I don't care. In watching the passing people in return.