The tribulations continued, for I got to my seat, and the new assignment was still facing towards the back of the plane. I was calm and brought this to the attention of one of the stewardesses, indicating that I could throw-up in that seat. She sent me out to talk to a representative. After a while, they decided to pay someone off to change seats with me. A young blonde did, for several hundred dollars. I thanked her. I was the final one on the plane, which left as soon as my problem was solved. Thank you, too, United Airlines.
This new seat could well be the one I would have selected if I had my choice of any. My window view of goodbye to Honolulu:
I began with a transcendent Bloody Mary:
With the Japanese meal I had a bottle of hot sake and cold Stella:
I watched two films, Cafe Funiculi Funicula, a Japanese production, then The King, a documentary about Elvis Presley. The former was not rated by Rotten Tomatoes, but the latter got 77/54 scores.
The dessert was okay. The second meal was breakfast, and this was by then 6PM Hawaii time, so I only ordered a croissant with champagne and a bag of cheez-its.
The flight was wonderful, being that my fears of losing it was solved by my terrific seat The audio portion was also a bit improved.
However, it was cold and rainy when we arrived at Narita:
Customs and immigration were breezes, bought an Airport Limousine ticket, and was on my way to the Tokyo Westin in half an hour.
The view from my room:
Went to the Executive Lounge and had a simple dinner of salad and corn soup, with beer and a single-malt scotch over rocks:
The night view from my room:
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