Narita Airport: Because Filipinos Are The Same No Matter Where They Come From

I'm sitting at the Narita airport waiting for my flight back to Manila, surrounded by a crapload of Filipinos from America (and some tourists from Japan). After a year of having to concentrate to understand the random conversations of the crowds around me, it was somewhat disconcerting to sit in a the middle of a crowd and be able to understand every fucking word that was being said.

It was mostly posturing about how they were pissed at having a layover in Japan but not being able to go outside (because they didn't have a visa), and boy does that get repetitive.

And if that wasn't enough to remind me that I was going home, there was a periodic announcement from North West airlines asking if anyone was willing to give up their seat (!) and take a 9:30 am flight tomorrow instead in exchange for a USD400 voucher (!!). After a year of the absolutely fucking stringent Japanese and their perfect systems, I could't believe that this airline had either a) Overbooked or b) Had A Really Crappy Computer Malfunction.

I was almost tempted to take the offer, but I remembered that I had appointments lined up tomorrow and didn't really want to cancel.

Ah, well.

The next few days are going to be really interesting.

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