We’re in Vancouver, but Jetlagged

We’re in our hotel room, all of us exhausted from our flight and jetlagged. None of our plans happened. Sleepiness has taken over completely. It’s now almost 7 pm, and we don’t know where to eat, since our daughter may be out completely for a while. We should decide and get something, though.

I didn’t get much video of our departure or arrival. Constantly trying to figure out where to go, how to do it, and so on. It’s strange being in Canada, and I’m always having to stop myself from doing Japanese things, like bowing, speaking Japanese, and more. I’ll have to do a complete write-up of our experience soon.

But for now, what do we eat?

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Narita Airport-Bound

We are on our way to Narita Airport. After lunch, we’ll be checking in and going through security. Soon, we leave Japan.

I have a bit of apprehension because I’m leaving a country I’ve called home for eleven years. All the friends and students I’m leaving behind will always live on in my memory. But some I will keep in contact with on Facebook. I’ll see them again when we visit Japan.

I also worry about our daughter on the plane. Will she behave? Will she drive us and other passengers crazy? It’s her first flight, and she’s excited about it. But it’s so long. Hopefully she’ll sleep. I hope I can, too. I’ve never been able to sleep on a plane.

Well, I’ll update when we arrive in Vancouver. We’ll be canceling our cell phones at the airport, but I’ll be able to use wi-fi in many places, and we’ll have access to the internet in the hotel.

See you in Canada!

Leaving Japan Sucks

We leave Japan tomorrow. As we go around doing our final preparations and paperwork, I look around at everything and feel that I really don’t want to leave this. I love the atmosphere of Japan, and I really enjoyed doing my job. Now we’re leaving.

I took a video at what is probably the last shrine I’ll see for a long time. I don’t know when I’ll upload it. I’ll probably do a marathon of videos this weekend from our new home in Edmonton. So many to do.

If I have time, I’ll try catch up on comments on the blog today. I doubt I’ll have time for two or three days after today. Travel will keep us busy.

I’ll make one more post before we fly. But it may have to be before we get to the airport. Expect video of our last day in Japan and first day in Canada.

Only Two Days to Go!

Just a quick post. Things didn’t go exactly as planned, but we ended up getting a lot of administrative stuff done, including setting up city tax payment. We went back to our old neighbourhood for that.

It was strange being there, even though we only moved out last week. Everything felt different, like it’s familiar, but it’s not home. I guess that happens anyplace I’ve lived. But it was our last time there. We’ll probably visit in the future, though.

If you’ve moved from one home to another, do you ever go back to see your old home?

Viewing Cherry Blossoms in Tokyo

Today, I met my longtime friend in Tokyo, and we visited three gardens to see cherry blossoms.

First was Rikugien, near Komagome station. There was one tree that was very popular.

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And we had a great view of the garden.

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And I took lots of pictures of people crossing a stone bridge with a reflection below.

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After that, we visited Shinjuku Gyoen, a big garden with Japanese, French, and English gardens. There was also an interesting greenhouse. But the cherry trees were the stars. This was the only picture I got with my phone. It’s a weeping cherry tree.

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And finally, we went to Roppongi to see the Mori Park, right below the well-known Mori Tower in Roppongi Hills. It was pretty small. Then we checked out Tokyo Midtown and briefly looked at the National Art Gallery building.

Videos were taken, as well. I’m a bit behind on those. They’ll come, though. But maybe not until next week.

Comments are always welcome.

The Videos: Where Are They?

You must be wondering where all the videos I said I’d be recording are. Well, they’re on my computer, ready to be edited. I just haven’t had the time to do it.

At the moment, my wife is out with a friend while I’m taking care of my daughter. She’s downstairs in my in-laws’ house drawing Pretty Cure pictures. I’m taking a brief moment to save the videos onto my computer, then do this and go back down to my daughter.

And now she’s talking. I better go.

Authors Answer 73 – A Flight Across the Pacific

We often talk about our writing in general, but we never show off our writing skills in Authors Answer. Well, since I am on my way to Canada soon, let’s find out how we describe the trip.

320px-Modern-ftn-pen-cursiveQuestion 73 – Jay Dee is moving to Canada in less than a week. In the voice of one of your characters, how would they describe a nine hour flight from Japan to Canada?

Paul B. Spence

Drake sighed and nudged Geoffrey to get his attention.

“I’m bored,” he complained.

“Have another drink,” Geoffrey suggested, looking up from his book.

“I’ve tried drinking,” Drake said patiently. “It didn’t work. You know that alcohol alone could never intoxicate me. I considered propositioning one of the stewardesses, but I was never one for quickies, and I only have seven hours left on this flight, after all.”

“You know, I have trouble telling when you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking. I have seven hours left to kill on this absurd trip. Why did I ever agree to this in the first place?”

“You were the one who wanted to see Japan.”

“Yes, but I assumed you’d agree to teleport there, not box me into this primitive contraption.”

“You didn’t have to ride along with me.”

“I wouldn’t have if I’d realized it was going to take so damn long.”

Geoffrey just shook his head and resumed reading.

“You know,” Drake said slyly. “I do have a few hours to kill.”

“What?” Geoffrey asked, looking up, alarmed.

Drake didn’t answer. He was eyeing an obnoxious inebriated man in the expensive suit, with bad intentions.

Gregory S. Close

Osrith stared at the steel construct, impressed with the metalwork, but skeptical it could even leave the ground, let alone fly thousands of leagues through the air.

“You’re not getting me on that thing, I don’t care how you say it works.”

Vaujn shrugged. “The Dacadians used to have airships.  I’ve seen the plans, read a little about them. Same basic idea, here.  Thrust pushes air against the wing surface, and that provides the lift to bring the beast airborne.  Just like a bird.”  The underkin scratched his beard, reconsidering.  “Maybe more like a dragon.”

Osrith was largely unimpressed with his companion’s assurances. “Yeah.  Well, I’m not like to climb into a dragon, either,” he responded.

“The Dacadians used some sort of aulden artifact to provide the necessary energy to lift their ships.  These shiny birds seem to rely less on magic and more on some advanced physience.  Those artifices on the underside of the wings, I think.”

Osrith laughed.  “Even better.  An airship contrived from the Forbidden Arts.  If we don’t die horrible deaths inside the damned contraption, we’ll be executed for surviving.”

“Do you want to see this hockey thing with the sticks and the fighting on ice, or not?” Vaujn asked.  “Because if you do, then Kassakan says we need to take off on this thing and go to the Great White North.”

“Take off?”

“To the Great White North, yes.  That’s what she said.”

“Not sure I want to see this hockey-fight that bad.”

“They serve free ale onboard.”

“One free ale ain’t gonna – ”

“No.  Free ale for the whole trip.  You sit in a little seat by a window and they bring as much as you can stomach.  Seven bells from here to there, she says, so that’s a cask or two, I’d imagine.  Each.”

“Gods,” Osrith whispered reverently. “What are we waiting for?”

Allen Tiffany

“Barber, it was very strange,” Kira said. “I’ve never been farther above the ground than a horse’s back, and they said we were flying at thirty-thousand meters. And fast, too. I could see nothing below us except clouds for a time, and then the ocean. I was not so much scared as…confused. Everything here is so different.”

Linda G. Hill

Never mind the f*cking breakfast, just give me a scotch! ~ George Anderson.

D. T. Nova

“I’d barely known what was going on getting on the plane, but once it rose into the air, it didn’t take long to get used to it. I do not say that was a good thing. Here I was, flying for the first time, and bored less than a tenth of the way into the journey. The view out the window was featureless, and unlike the ship we’d taken going the other way, none of our fellow passengers were inclined to socialize with strangers. So I wound up talking to Alice for hours, and in the end my first trip in a plane was little different from my first trip in a car, aside from being so long I had no energy at the end.”

Jean Davis

My scifi character would say: Great Geva this is the slowest form of transportation that humans could possibly conceive of. Who has time to sit in one place for nine hours when they could take a high speed transport and be there in one, or get an implant and be there in less than a minute?

Tracey Lynn Tobin

Note: the character who is speaking comes from a parallel world in which modern technology simply does not exist.

Note #2: I suspect that this wasn’t really the intention of the question, but I felt the easiest way for my character to “describe” the flight was to simply write a short little scene in which he is the narrator. I hope that’s okay!)

“Jacob…Jacob, are you okay?”

Victoria was giving me a very odd look, and as I worked desperately to extract my fingers from around the arms of my seat, I couldn’t really blame her. I was certain that all the blood had drained out of my face during the airplane’s departure. Victoria had assured me that there was nothing to this “flying” thing, but from the moment the airplane sprang to life I’d been struggling not to scream.

“Did your ears pop?” she was asking, a bit of a smile on her face.

I forced myself to nod, but the painful pop that had seemed to split my head in two was the last thing on my mind right now. I was too busy staring out the tiny window as the world beneath us got smaller and smaller and clouds began to appear. Without wanting to, I began to imagine that we would just keep rising and rising until we reached the stars and disappeared among the heavens.

“Jacob, seriously,” Victoria whispered in my ear. “Just calm down and breathe. I know it’s strange to you, but I promise we’re perfectly safe, and it’ll only take nine hours for us to get from Japan to Canada.”

I felt my fingers clenching around the armrests again. Nine hours. Nine hours to get from one side of the planet to the other. It’s like some kind of black magic.

“Excuse me, Sir?” asked the airplane lady who had leaned in from the aisle. She held a silver can in one hand and was offering it out to me with a friendly smile. “Would you like to purchase an alcoholic beverage?”

“Dear gods, yes.”

Eric Wood

I, 5 year old Timmy (and my favoritest bunny, Barnaby) would love it. But prolly after a little while I would get tired and hungry. Hope you brought some coloring books. Or maybe my tablet so I can play some games. I love “Dumb Ways to Die” and “Zoo Train”. You’ll prolly want to me sleep, but I’ll fight it because naps are for babies. I’ll get tired and eventually fall asleep for a little while anyway. And airplane food is gross!

H. Anthe Davis

Considering my protagonist is an earth-oriented pseudo-shaman, I think he’d be curled up in the footwell of the seats, not daring to look out the window.  Meanwhile my antagonist (a sorcerer) would be complaining about the in-flight movie and slyly commenting on such potential dangers as a lightning storm or on-board fire in order to further traumatize the protagonist.

Elizabeth Rhodes

In the words of Dexter McMahon: “So let me get this straight. You expect us to sit in this airplane for nine hours as it travels over land and sea. We’ll be thousands of miles in the air. And all you’re giving me is this flimsy belt to keep me in the chair?  Can I get a parachute? How about some rum?”

S. R. Carrillo

Sol, my “title” character, would find it irritating. “Si’ in a single spot f’ nine hours – tch. Curious eyes ’round ‘ere. Wonder wha’ they’d show me…” he’d say. and proceed to question passengers about their dark pasts and questionable futures for shits and giggles.

Jay Dee Archer

Paolo Fernandes relating his experience to his wife: “I couldn’t believe how slow it was. Flying through the air all the way across the Pacific is so inefficient and time consuming. I was hoping for a suborbital flight. But what did I get? An old jet from the beginning of last century. The food wasn’t very good, but at least the entertainment was interesting. I love those classic movies.”

How about you?

How would you describe a flight across the Pacific in the voice of a character you created?