This afternoon Richard and I attempted to transfer my mobile phone contract to him. This is supposed to be a relatively easy procedure, but the people at Softbank (my mobile phone operator) had obviously taken a great disliking to us. The chap who met us, in his role as glorified concierge, was probably the least helpful and most abrasive person I have met since arriving in Japan. ‘How long will we be waiting?’ ‘About 45 minutes to an hour, who can say.’ ‘So around 45 minutes then?’ ‘It’ll be at least an hour.’ ‘Can we go and come back?’ ‘If your number gets called and you’re not here, then you’ll have to start again.’ ‘Arghhhhh,’ Eventually we managed to see someone, who informed us that Richard needed one more piece of slightly superfluous documentation, but not to worry as he could do the whole procedure tomorrow without me. A ‘slightly’ warped approach to security and rigmarole if you ask me.
Today was my last full day in Japan, as I fly to Russia tomorrow afternoon. I have every intention of starting a new blog, detailing my travels across Russia, and entitled ‘The Long Way Home’ (thanks mum for the suggestion), but it may be a slightly intermittent affair. It is difficult to sum up all of my feelings regarding the incredible time that I have had these past 18 months, but needeless to say I have fallen in love with the country and its people, have made friends and memories that will last me a lifetime, and will almost certainly be back. I am obviously upset to be leaving behind such a beautiful part of my life, but as Dr. Seuss once said, ‘Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.’