My sister, Marie, and her bf, Cory, volunteered to drive us out this morning in the frigid cold. I'm not sure about VA but when I landed in O'Hare it was supposed to be 2 degree fahrenheit. I forgot just how cold winter can become. Despite the recent attempted terrorism act on that one plane by that one banker's son, things went pretty normally at Roanoke Airport.
I checked my bag, a TSA guy came and inspected it and put it on the rollers heading for the plane. After that I just had to walk up the steps and go through the typical routine of seperating everything I have into different plastic bins and throwing it through the detector. The people in Roanoke airport were a helluva lot more polite than the TSA people in Dulles.
The only hitch I ran into was not receiving the tickets to Itami. I only received the first ticket for the first hop. When I asked the lady at the United counter in O'hare she said that I was at the right gate and my plane was still on schedule, but she couldn't give me the ticket for Narita until later. Don't ask me why that is, I can't even guess. She had a stack of tickets in front of her and she didn't so much as look at them.
Blogging across fourteen time zones gets confusing because I kind of lost a day, so I'll have to split up my travel experience over two days to get a proper spread. Nothing too exciting to report though.
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