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Nagoya 1: Arrival

I've been a passenger for a large part of the past 2 days:

After learning of my grandmother's death, SF drove me home from Chinatown to Queens (15min),
then back to Chinatown (15min),
where I got on a bus to DC (5hrs).
My father picked me up in DC's Chinatown and drove me to VA (30min), where I spent the night.
In the morning, my mother picked us up and drove us from VA back to DC (30min),
where we caught a plane to Detroit (1hr),
in order to catch a connecting flight to Nagoya (13hrs).
It didn't end once we got off the plane of course. To get to my grandmother we had to get on a train to downtown Nagoya, 890Y (30min)
and connect to the Higashiyama Line (subway) to my grandmother's stop 230Y, (10min).

The riding continues, but for now I will explain the following images of Nagoya's Central Airport...


Some toys at the convenience store


Some unfathomable beauty enhancement product for women on display across from abovementioned toys at same convenience store


Shopping arcade in airport (bathroom area)


Same shopping arcade, architecture is some kind of disney-fied throwback to rome or something


fooooooood... breakfast was 630Y (about $8 at today's exchange rate = ridunculous)
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