The one day only special. Its soooo
cute but also soooo expensive!
We bought the super expensive Yoku Moku biscuits from the Isetan food gallery. The cheapest costs close to S$12. I bought one box that costs about S$30 for SO's family since I already have one box as a gift from Goshima-san. After the last min shopping, we proceeded back to hotel to pick up our luggage and took the Airport Limousine bus back to Narita Airport.
The beautifully packaged Yoku Moku
biscuits!
At Narita Airport, we had a western dinner as we were all kind of sick of Japanese meal by now. Oh, didn't take any pictures as we were too hungry by then sinced we didn't have any lunch. Then we took our own sweet time round the shops until 15 minutes before gate closing. It turns out that 15 minutes were barely enough for us to clear the immigration and to walk to the gate which was located at the other end of the building.
By the time we realised this, we were running like mad towards the gate. A cabin crew met us at some halfway mark and rushed us. She took my passport and boarding pass from me and ran like mad towards the boarding area. When we saw this, we really panicked because we have not seen a flustered cabin crew before. Oh course we sprinted the rest of the distance and managed to board the plane JIT. Yeah, we were the last 4 passengers to board the plane.
And this wasn't the most memorable event. On board of the plane, I was seated beside a Japanese guy (not one of those handsome cute guy, but one botak and fierce looking middle age guy). I have to trouble him to get up to let me move out to switch off my handphone (which I have forgotten to) which I had left in my hand luggage kept overhead our seats. Then, when the air stewardess came around to give out hot towels, I accidentally dropped mine onto the lap of the Japanese guy. Finally, when we were served our meals on the plane, while adding creamer to my coffee, I accidentally dropped the whole cup onto the Japanese lap, soiling his wool pants! I stared in horror and didn't know how to apologise to him.
I guess he must be terrified of me because he requested for a seat change after that! Hahaha. Which is just as well as the seats in economy class sucks even if its SQ. At least I don't feel so sandwiched after that. But there's really no place for me to move or even stretch my legs!