What should have been a twenty-four-hour, three-airport trip from Atlanta to Singapore turned into a thirty-plus-hour, five-airport trip.

I watched another seven-and-a-half movies.

There are two red symbols on top of Tokyo, one for each of the airports I was at (Narita and Haneda).

The reason my trip got longer was that at some point while we were flying over Canada, someone on the plane had a stroke. We backtracked to Minneapolis/St. Paul to get him off the plane and then the plane had to be refueled and paperwork filled out.

I missed my connecting flight at Tokyo Narita Airport because of the delay. Delta issued new tickets, but I had to collect my luggage and wait for Delta to put me on a bus to the Tokyo Haneda Airport (about an hour away). Delta gave me about $20 in meal vouchers which I used to buy a nice dinner at a katsu restaurant.

It was a lot of extra travel time, but it wasn’t really so bad for me. I spoke with a guy who had been on a flight from Florida to Atlanta before being re-routed on the flight from Atlanta to Narita, and his new flight to Seoul took off a couple of hours after mine.

Obviously the one with the worst luck was the man with the stroke. I hope he’s okay…

I remember what they said to us at Mammoth Cave: once you start the tour, there is no magic button to get you out if something goes wrong underground. Similarly, it takes time to come back from the sky when something goes wrong on a plane.

See below for photos taken at Haneda.

I enjoyed the autumn decorations.
… and the texture underfoot.
Japanese lanterns and Halloween jack o’ lanterns.
This is the Haneda Nihonbashi Bridge, a smaller-sized replica of the original, long gone Nihonbashi Bridge in historical Edo.
This sign cracks me up. The English is perfectly good, it’s just that the tone is helpful, informative, and unobtrusively polite, while the message itself is completely unnecessary and stunningly obvious.
Ever encountered a bafflingly complex Japanese toilet? Don’t worry, the toilet controls on the wall have copious instructions in two languages, in case the butt and sprinkler icons aren’t clear enough on their own. Also, note that the thing over on the left is a speaker that emits white noise to help ensure total privacy.
I’m on the observation deck outside where it’s cool and dark. Good to get some fresh air for a change.
Hey, look! A Singapore Air jet!
Glowy vending machines are glowy.
Delta, which Wikipedia informs me was founded in 1924 as a crop-dusting company, is my hometown airline. Personally, I’m still nostalgic about defunct competitor Eastern, and I probably flew with ValuJet/Airtran more often than I’ve flown with Delta, though the number of miles I’ve flown with Delta is now undoubtedly way larger.