Can't seem to shake the jetlag...

I thought jetlag? Pffft.

But it turns out jetlag is a more formidable foe than I'd prepared for. I'm trying to live in British time now, but my body is still running on Japanese time. Result = about five hours sleep in nearly three days now.

The Tokyo airport was nice. The most lovely, helpful and smiley customs and passport officials I've ever encountered. But I've come to expect nothing less from the Japanese. We even got 4000 Yen in food and drink coupons for no reason. Score. So we went to have a breakfast BANQUET. I ordered a burger explosion...

I feel I should explain. We have been encountering burger explosions in most Japanese restaurants all week. I vowed that I would order one at some point but I'd been building up the courage all week. They're not for the faint hearted. It's basically a mound of fried rice with vegetables and chunks of mystery-meat, then egg splattered all over the mound and slightly cooked (so it actually looks like a mound of egg til you cut into it.) Then a beefburger on top of the eggy rice mountain, then brown (curry?) sauce chucked all over it. It's undeniably an explosion of foods that should never be mixed.

Shahreena had pancakes and fried shrimp and we also had potato wedges with awful chicken. All that and it only came to 3000 Yen!!! So we spent the other coupon on a crepe and drinks. A free breakfast banquet! Thanks Japan!

So were were chilling, thinking we were really good at airports and it got to the time we were supposed to be at the gate and we realised we hadn't even gone through customs and passport control yet! So we dashed only to find our flight had been postponed for half an hour. But all in all, a good airport experience, which is great seeing as we'll be spending a lot of time in airports over the next few months.

It's nice to be back in my familiar bed and have the option to eat fruit whenever I want, but I'm having Japan withdrawal. I miss photobooths, obviously. And the noise of Japanese shop assistants shouting words to no one in particular. And the loveliness of everyone you meet.

But still, it was short, but ever so sweet. Next time: Kyoto!