So we made it safe and sound and are already in the hotel room. We came across our first minor language barrier in the plane where our airplane food included a couple of random sauces and things that didn’t have any explanations in English but eating random shit has never been a problem for me and it actually tasted a lot better than European plane food.

  
A slightly bigger language barrier was encountered at migration when smiling and repeatedly “arigato-ing” clearly wasn’t the answer that my migration officer was looking for. I also have no free pages in my passport after my extensive travel in South America which leads all migration officers to believe I’m a drug mule, but as explained from my previous blog “I’m not a drug mule” was not one of my three Japanese phrase.

I also had the added pressure of looking after a lovely Brasilian lady so acting as translator or piggy in the middle as she spoke portuguese at the migration office and the migration officer spoke japanese at me while I continued to smile, nod and arigato. 

Our shuttle bus to the hotel was found with little difficulty (to our utter shock and amazement) and we were greated at the hotel with goodie bags which made our day.

dont worry momma if there’s a tsunami we’re in safe hands

But the best thing about our hotel room is undoubtedly the toilet and it’s “rear washing” function. I had been told that japanese toilets were mega cool but until you experience them on your own rear you cannot understand. I obviously had to take it too far and my overexcitement about the toilet ended up with me getting rear washed in the face (now there’s a phrase I never thought I’d use). Video below