a document of days

Making up for the earlier stress of cancelled flights, we lucked out and got exit row seats from Detroit to Tokyo. We were able to stand often, walk around, and altogether avoid the claustrophobic funk that comes with being on a plane for twelve hours. However, we weren't able to sleep at all. I was traveling with a head cold and Ryan was dealing with olfactory disturbances (more on that later.)

By the time we got to Tokyo we were in a ridiculous state of exhaustion-induced giddiness. During the short layover, we toured the gift shops, marveling at the strange gifts we could bring back to our friends and family.


Little did I know that on the trip home, these very things would no longer be exotic and amusing, they would make my stomch turn. In Singapore, I would see enough dried fish, seafood, and other oddities to last nearly a lifetime.


Here we are waiting for the next flight from Tokyo, Japan to Singapore. Another 8 hours to go. This was not our finest moment.