Wynn being such a good girl yesterday
during the ultimately fruitless wait
The sight of a 747 full of people who aren't going anywhere,
getting their hotel vouchers
Finally, at 9:00 this morning, our repaired aircraft pushed back and launched into the sky.
Wynn behaved better than we had expected during the 11-hour flight.
(Wells Fargo employees may recognize
that pony she's strangling.)
She got more solid sleep than either of us - only whined a few times. We arrived in Tokyo at 11:00 AM local time - that would be 9 pm Minnesota time. Arrival and customs was a breeze as there were no other flights arriving at that hour. Given how long we had been running, we thought that Wynn might be groggy at the airport, but...
here she is running laps around the luggage cart while I get money exchanged, train pass set up, hotel bus arranged.
She did finally nod off on the 80-minute bus ride into the city:
But since our arrival at 1:30 PM local time, she's been up and at 'em. They didn't have our room ready (not that we expected them to, check-in starts at 2:00 ... I was thrilled that they actually had our reservation given the events from yesterday), so we waited in the lobby for a while. Wynn was coughing - not surprising after having been in a dry airplane for the past day - but we guess that the sight of half-zombie Westerners in the lobby with a coughing Asian child looked too much like swine flu, so they kindly suggested we wait in a different hotel room until ours was ready. House arrest, whatever.
We'll go into more detail about the hotel later,
but this is our view out the room where we are now established:
It is now 3:40 PM local time - Ann is crashed on the couch, Wynn is busy converting the room into her PlaySpace(TM), and I'm trying to get the Internet to work.
Next order of business is to cross that bridge, find a restaurant that we can figure out and a 7-11 to get supplies from, come back to the hotel room, and sleep.