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GETTING TO PALAU
We had an overnight layover in Tokyo, and the "limousine bus" from the airport to the Shinjuku Washington hotel took over an hour and a half to get to downtown Toyko. Narita is likely one of the worst located international airports in the world. Hitomi came to meet us at around 9pm, and took us out to eat at a yummy noodle house. We didn't get to hang out much with her because she had to go back to work, but it was good to see her, and I am grateful for her hospitality. Afterwards, Kenny and I walked around Shinjuku for a little while before retiring to our room. The next morning we went to the front desk to book a ticket on the bus back to Narita airport. The bus was full. That was not ideal, but what could we do? There was a Narita Express train from Shinjuku station to the airport as well, so we walked with our luggage to the station (15 minutes), only to discover that they didn't take credit cards. Now, I had come to Tokyo under the impression that it was going to be AT LEAST as "advanced" as the States, so I wasn't worried about carrying around too much cash. However, I was mistaken. We walked around trying to find an ATM for about twenty minutes. After finding one, we discovered that none of our cards worked, and money changing places weren't open at 7am. Apparently, there are multiple banking systems in Tokyo, and they don't all work together. Who knew? Panicking, we decided to head back to the hotel to see what other options we had. On the way, we happened upon Citibank. My card opened the door, but wouldn't let me take any cash out. Luckily, Kenny's card worked, and we rushed back to the rail station to board the train after the one we had missed. So, after much stress, we ended up on the airplane to Guam and were able to continue our trip.
Anyway, Guam was just like the rest of the United States. Comfort! Payphones worked as promised, letting me get to my calling card's 1-800 number, and mail there is on the U.S. postal system (zone 8, I think), so domestic rates apply (!). It was a nice layover, althought I sort of felt like I was still in Japan because none of the youth there had the black hair given to them by their genes (you might have to actually go to Japan to see what I'm talking about). We arrived in Koror in the late afternoon, where a car was waiting for us. We checked into the West Plaza Coral Reef Hotel (it actually is a Motel, but doesn't advertise itself as such), which was fine -- meaning that it had suitable beds, air conditioning, and a bathroom in it. The two women manning the front desk were very nice. In the morning we went to eat at the Sea Horse Restaurant down the street. I ordered some sort of Indian omelette thinking that I'd be adventurous, but what came was a standard omelette instead. Oh well. At noon, Lynne came in a van to take us to the chase boat, which would take
us to the Big Blue Explorer, anchored in the bay. Speaking of the Big Blue Explorer... Copyright ©
2001 Eric Cheng. All Rights Reserved.
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