After perusing the inventory of the F1 store in Oimachi, I went back to grab my suitcases from Hamamatsucho and made my way to Haneda.
I killed another hour there on the observation deck where the plane photographers were in full force with their lenses of incomprehensible costs.
Past security, I grabbed an overpriced pizza and ate it near my gate where I saw my plane arrive.
Hello once again to my well-known seat, 21L.
The first meal was chicken, vegetables, a salad of some format, brownie, and multigrain roll. Nothing particularly good or bad, but food.
Horrible picture, I know, it was dark and the phone was not happy about that. The midflight meal was, for once, not a cold and dense sandwich. It was a hot wrap that contained fried chicken, and if there was anything else in there (probably was), I didn’t notice it at all.
The final service was the breakfast. Sadly, they ran out of the option I would have chosen (I’m still not sure how they did) and only had smoked salmon with rice. I know there are many who would love this, but I am not a fish person.
They at least offered to give me the other things it would come with when I declined it originally. I would’ve been fine either way really since I still think they feed you too much on these flights.
Arriving back in Chicago, I breezed through customs (once the Global Entry kiosk was working again) and awaited my luggage. I was hoping that after spending nearly a month in Japan that I could skip over the cold weather of March, but nope, it was about 40F and raining.
Classic.