a The Transit Lounge: Welcome Back To Crazy

Back in the Day: I had a quarter life crisis, headed to Osaka, Japan for the unknown–only to discover that a passport plane ride are not necessarily a ticket to escape. Some Years Later: Settled back in Oz, the man of my dreams ended up in Tokyo for work–which is how a passport and plane ride showed me home is where the heart is. And Now: Well as luck would have it, we are about to embark on Japan Mark 3, with a baby in tow and another on the way...

Wednesday, April 14

Welcome Back To Crazy

My husband and I arrived in Tokyo this morning...and within a short time, we had created ultimate chaos.

To fill you in. Whilst we were back in Oz, we moved apartments here in Tokyo. Well, somebody moved to us, so today we returned to our new home for the first time. We were exhausted to say the least.

A few hours later, we were both woken up by this gentle sound floating through the house. It entered my dreams until I was awake. It took us a few more minutes to figure out that noise was indeed our new doorbell, with someone downstairs wanting to be buzzed in.

Here is where the craziness started. For the life of us, we could not figure out how to let this person in. Buttons were pressed, alarms were going off and phones were ringing. Finally the person walked away although our downstairs doorbell was still ringing...

A few minutes later, we had someone actually at our door yelling and demanding to be let in. Problem was we had both fallen asleep in our underwear. So I called out in Japanese to please wait a moment. Still dazed and confused from our deep sleep, we had no idea where anything was - remember we were 2 hours into being in our new apartment, with all of our things unpacked and put away in places by other people.

We finally found our clothes and made it to the door a good 5 or 6 minutes after the knocking began. The door itself posed another question - how the hell do you open it? 3 locks and a huge handle did not bode well for two jet lagged, sleepy people in a fresh place.

Finally we get it open. An old man tells us someone else will be there in a minute. What on earth did he mean? And why was he laughing his ass off??

So that was when the 1-man SWAT team arrived. Apparently in all the fuss, we had accidentally called in an emergency. He came in, dressed entirely in black, helmet on with some sort of bullet proof vest and a whole heap of walkie talkies going off on his tool belt. He seemed really disappointed to learn we were just new to the apartment and really had no idea how to work anything. Still, an incident report was filed.

And then the door bell rang again. Mr SWAT team showed us what to do we and we managed to let the J-Com people in to connect our internet, which was another 2 hours and a different story altogether.

It was awesome. Oh Japan. How I have missed you.

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Blogger Matt said...

That is quite Excellent! You should sound the alarm again just so he will come back so you can get a picture with him!

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