What do I love about Tokyo? Lots of things, so why don’t I just start off from the beginning: my arrival at the airport. I can tell you that compared to LA, Tokyo airport (aka Narita) is very cool.
Lets face it, LAX is a zoo. You walk into the Bradley terminal, and the first thing you see is an ocean of grumpy people. Then you realize this mob scene is actually a mass of many lines jumbled together. After asking around, you finally get in the correct one, and wait patiently as it creeps along at a snail’s pace.
After checking in, they give you a sticker and tell you to go wait in another line. This is the line to drop off your bags. By the time you’re done waiting in all the stinkin’ lines you’ve almost forgotten that you still have a long flight ahead of you.
You get my point. Anyway, after stepping off the plane at Narita Airport, I was amazed at how clean and organized everything was. I had no trouble finding my line, and found the workers to be very kind. Even with the language barrier they tried their best to help me understand.
I got my bags, went through immigration and customs, and was on my way, virtually stress-free. It’s a great example of the efficiency you can find in Japan.
