Тогда-же мне пришла в голову гениальная идея - вести дневник моего путешествия. Идею сию я воплотил примерно на 2.4%-2.9%, то есть описал ровно один день моей поездки. Бобик здох и чукча, как известно, не писатель.
Разбирая старую почту я нашел тот текст и привожу его тут целиком,
Текст никак не отредактирован, но существующие в нем ошибки являются не признаком отсутствия присутсвия грамотности, а все-го лишь
ПэЭс. текст на английском, попробую сделать перевод как-нибудь потом.
I once flew to Israel and realized then why business class was invented, why it exists, needs to exist on all intercontinental flights. That was some time ago, alas I have forgotten the reason. However during my thirteen-hour flight from Newark, NJ to Tokyo I fully remembered this reason and many others, many times over. I am not that tall. I think 5'10" is probably the average height of a Caucasian male. I know there are many other men and women who are taller then me and I pity them in my situation, but in the end I pity myself more, such is our human nature. LEG ROOM. It seems there is never enough of it on the plane, except for business class, but for me, and millions of other people, business class is a vision not meant to be seen by ordinary mortals. We pass those soft, deep, leather seats, where even Shaq will have no problems extending his legs. We pass them as slaves passed by the tables filled with all sorts of food imaginable on their way to slaves quarters where a dry piece of bread awaited them. We walk the isle and think "This is how Gods live". I think plane attendants and pilots purposely park the plane so that we have to inevitably pass those first few rows, they watch us drool and laugh at us behind our backs. I don't blame them; they have to entertain themselves somehow during those long flights. But yes, legroom is something plane designers forgot about. It is bad especially if you sit in a seat where under the seat in front of you some unnecessary device is installed with no other apparent function then to make you even more uncomfortable. Here comes another lesson, do not be nice to people next to you on the plane if you sit in window seat. If you want to get up and stretch - go. I have decided that instead I will wait till one next to me gets up to go and I will go after him. Here was my miscalculation, those two (a couple) were apparently a breed of people who hibernate during extended periods of immobility, thus during the thirteen-hour flight I was able to stand up only twice for about ten minutes each. However like most uncomfortable situations, this one was finally over. Continental flight 9 arrived in Narita airport, Tokyo, Japan.
As most of those who flew internationally know next comes often painful and long process of showing everyone that you are just flew in from another country - customs. Surprisingly this process took me about 10 minutes. Japanese officials work extremely efficiently and within 15 minutes they dealt with the whole sold out flight 9, Boeing 777, 283 seats. Having asked me where I was going and what I will be doing, the nice gentleman stamped my Russian Federation passport with temporary visitor stamp and wished me on my way, to my great surprise, in Russian.
Within thirty minutes of leaving the plain I was ready to step outside onto the soil of this new world. Ready I was, soil there was not, for Narita airport is conveniently located about seventy kilometers outside Tokyo. The train ride from the station, located inside the air terminal, on the express train to the city costs about 30 dollars and takes about fifty-five minutes. And so 1.5 hours after I left the plain I was ready to see Tokyo. Tokyo I didn't see due to the facts that, 1) as soon as the train got reasonably close to Tokyo it went underground and 2) the train station is not located in the middle of this vast city. As soon as I got off the train I ran to get on another one going towards my final destination on the other side of Japan. Another hour and a half went by during which I think the train went thru maybe three dozens of tunnels. I was somewhere half way to my bed and had to change trains. Previous train left two minutes ago the next one is in an hour, not to worry I was eager to finally go outside and take a look at Japan without a glass window between us. At the train station I didn't see much and I was a bit fearful to wonder off far since I left my luggage unattended on the platform. To be honest I could have safely left my backpack, suitcase, two camera bags and a laptop there for a while and it would have been there waiting for me when I came back. Crime in Japan in many places is virtually inexistent.
A young man working at some kiosk in the station took a guess (he was correct) that I was not a native of this land. He tried to talk to me, to his credit his English was better then my Japanese and we spend about 5 minutes conversing at the end of which we finally agreed on: a) I am a Gaijin (foreigner, new here, Gringo), b) I know squat Japanese and c) Yankees are cool. To give credit to all Japanese people they are always willing to help, even if they don't know what you are saying they will somehow direct you to someone who does.
Then I was on yet another train, two hours later and 7.5 hours since I stepped of the plane I was in Toyama, medium sized industrial city. My next train was leaving in hour and a half. Finally getting rid of my luggage (by cunning use of lockers) I was able to take a look outside at the nightlife of this new civilization. Japan is 14 hours ahead of U.S. and doesn't follow the daylight savings time thus it gets dark around 7 and light around 5 am. Needless to say it was dark, ahead of me was a short night and a week of work, I haven't slept for almost 24 hours, I was tired. Due to these facts the nightlife somehow escaped my attention but I do distinctly remember seeing neon signs and semi tall buildings. Next I decided to use a bathroom. I walked into a WC (water closet) at the station, turned around and left. None of the information I read on the subject prepared me to what I saw in there. The so familiar to all of us toilet bowl was not there, its Asian cousin however was. It looked like a thing given to immobile patients in hospitals except it was imbedded in the floor, it was ceramic, big and one suppose to squat over it. I decided to suspend using this device for the time being since I was afraid that without proper instructions and guidance I might not come out of this one smelling like a rose.
Nine hours after leaving the plane I bordered small, two car long, subway resembling train that I think ran on a gas engine. Almost an hour later I was on another station where I was picked up by a member of my work group and in 10 minutes delivered in semi conscious condition to the dormitory where I finally was able to rest. My first day in the Country of Rising Sun was over.