This time last week, I was waiting for the van to pick us (my dad, mom, and me) up to go to the airport. The van would arrive in a quarter of an hour, my dad’s side of the family in tow.
We would fly to Japan on the night of the 11th, or rather, the morning of the 12th. We would spend four days in sunny, snowy, then rainy Japan. Now the four days are over, and we’re back in Thailand’s boiling heat.
In Japan, time seemed to go by at different speeds. During the first two days, it went by very slowly. On our second night, sat in my hotel room, I was surprised that we had only reached half of the trip. So much time seemed to have gone by. We had two nights more – there was plenty of time.
But the third night came and went, and before I knew it I was in our last hotel room – our time in good old Japan had run out.
Was it a good trip? Difficult to say. It was very nice to be in Japan. Japan is generally a very nice place to be in. But the nature of our visit (we went with a tour group, a tour group so large it filled a chartered flight) was such that we couldn’t really see, or do, much.
Most of the trip was spent riding on the bus. Granted, it was a very nice bus. But it’s not really the kind of traveling I prefer. I guess you could call it a road trip; that wouldn’t be too far from the truth.
Did I rue the fact that we had only roughly 30-45 minutes at each tourist attraction? Yes. Do I regret going on the guided tour? No.
I wanted comfort. Thoughtless traveling. And I got what I bargained for. So I guess I can’t complain.
Won’t be joining another tour group any time soon though! The heart calls for more hands-on traveling next time.
Missing Japan already…