TPE: A Last Visit

A final visit. Twenty plus hours of traveling alone. I’ve never done long-haul flights so frequently, but I can see myself getting used to it.

Transfer planes at Narita. Just an hour-and-a-half here this time and no terminal switching. I’m thankful for the good connection. I get a really strong ice coffee at Doutor (L-size) and manage to avoid the sweets. Somehow, I manage to resist the dollar soft serve ice cream at McDonald’s (they take American dollars).

A (very) American woman in an Auburn U. sweatshirt makes a really irritating cell hone call.

There are so many Japanese hipsters here, I feel like I’m in the East Village.

(Narita Airport, Japan)