Having written off my taxi driver, who had blithely told me he had never heard of the Hayabusa2 mission, I entered the airport carrying an asteroid grain in its protective case, and a small-scale model of the Hayabusa2 spacecraft.
Full of confidence after completing a similar trip to France, I headed for customs.
Which was completely unstaffed.
An awkward phone conversation ensued, which began in Japanese, ended in English, communicated nearly nothing but did summon assistance.
Customs were a much better audience than on my previous trip.
Asteroids were admired, models were gawped at. I nearly had the opportunity to whip out a multi-hour presentation on asteroid exploration missions. What was not to like?
Then forms were stamped, and I headed to the check-in counter.
WHAT A BREEZE. I was feeling confident!
And that, my friends, was a mistake.
@elizabethtasker
about 20 years since I took aviation, and while reading you most interesting story, I wondered if it's more about a centre of gravity and centre of lift issue? I mean for 1 parcel it hardly seems an issue, but if everyone... hahaha
glad you made it, but what a saga!
@elizabethtasker
I mean the vogons as the second worst at poetry... heh
@karenm since I was able to ultimately rebook the seat as a baggage seat, I don’t think so. It might be a safety issue: needing to automatically record the number of passengers. Or it could just be A RULE that is A RULE.