If this has to be the one airport I go to only to leave behind again and again, at least there is a Japanese noodle shop in the United terminal where I can eat somewhat decent noodles of sadness, and a dimsum booth elsewhere when that doesn’t cut it.
Also. Damn, I was not ready to leave yet. Already missing Ben and Makana, and the ever-lovely [b.] Augh.
Customs Officer: Japan's a low-risk country. It's like the UK... but in Asia.
Trainee: OK, cool. Sir, can I have your form?
Trainee: You have food?
Dad: Yes sir, I have pickles and cake.
Trainee: What kind of pickles? Any fruit?
Dad: No sir, pickled octopus only. *whips it out of bag* For new year's :D
Trainee: *goes bug eyed*
Officer: No meat? No vegetables?
Officer: Ok, you're good to go. (To trainee) See? No meat.