After a bite to eat for breakfast at you know where, we said our goodbyes to V and at 9.00 we were on the Limited Express bound for Hachinohe via Aomori where once again the train changed direction. An hour and half or so later, we changed to the Shinkansen and were bound for Tokyo.
At Tokyo Station we followed the signs and found the Narita Express and after a very short wait the train shot out into the suburbs at a very high speed. We travelled to the airport at Narita, some 7okm away, from the heart of Tokyo in something like forty minutes.
We had a few hours to kill before our flight, but the time passed quickly enough.
We must have been behaving suspiciously as two policemen came and took our passport details. We were quite concerned that we were going to have trouble leaving, but there wasn't.
Our flight left about 8pm without any problems. We had some food and a workmate had given R some relaxing tablets to help us sleep. I barely ever sleep on planes. R took one and relaxed and felt much less wound up. I tried one but it had no effect. After we had eaten and I had drunk two decent sized glasses of red, I tried another pill and I slept the sleep of the innocent, only disturbed by the occasional jab from R to stop me snoring.
I woke as the early breakfast was being served and we soon touched down at the Gold Coast. There was minimum time to wait for our flight back to Melbourne. Taxi home, lovely home.
I got busy at home with sorting things and washing clothes. I thought I was ok, but about 9.30 I fell soundly asleep in front of the tv. It had been a long period of travelling.
Look what we saw 'on test' at Tokyo Station, a brand new Shinkansen with an even pointier nose. Maybe it is for use on the extended service to Aomori. Pretty fair chance.