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... in front of Chris. Once I saw Jesus come out, I knew Chris would soon follow. Chris looked pretty good for someone who just ran a marathon, albeit a little slower moving than usual.
We followed the masses to the train station and arrived back in the vicinity of our hotel. After dinner, we headed back to the hotel for the night where Chris rested his legs and I did some laundry. Doing laundry actually made me a little excited because there was an actual dryer to use! The ...
... are blessed with the presence of a Disney merchandise shop on the ground floor, selling a wide range of the same astronomically priced genuine Disney junk that they sell at the stores within Disneyland. So naturally, after breakfast we went in there to buy a wide variety of Disney branded bric-a-brac. The girls loved it though, and we haven't actually bought any souvenirs up to this point, so we've done reasonably well.
... place to get some breakfast. We passed by a McDonald's but kept going in hopes of something better. This was a mistake, as we soon learned that Japan does not open for business until 9:30-10:30. Everything is closed except the Senso-Ji temple, which we promptly went to see. One nicety of being so early is that the late morning chant was still going on at the temple. Most of the attendees were older folks. Carmen was asleep by now (8am).
We wandered ...
... on the left windows. He then introduced Isradee, the Royal First Class flight attendant – dressed in a beautiful purple silk uniform. They presented me a glass of Dom Perignon champagne and a delicious purple-colored juice, as well as a hot towel.
A flight time of 5 hours 40 minutes was announced. I frowned. Somehow I was hoping the captain would say, “We’re taking the long way around to Tokyo today, so our flight time will be about 40 ...
... across. After a bit of jostling with the *****ian doorman they agreed to let him in.
Then it was my turn. Surely, this would never, ever happen. A lot of Japanese was spoken, and the bouncers looked at me, my pot belly, and my double chin.
"Watashi wa...plus saizu model desu?!" I ventured. Their eyes narrowed suspiciously. It did remain, however, that I was undoubtedly part of a larger group. Perhaps some sort of pity gaijin mascot.
"Shes a ...