I land in Tokyo.
Now before I even left okinawa, I made sure to go to customs and get a SOFA re entry stamp. Which is supposed to make traveling through customs easier. So I get off the plane and haul ass to customs, I wanna see my cat. The customs guy who is sorting the line, refuses to accept my re entry stamp. So he makes me stand in the foreigner line....which takes a half an hour. I have a three hour layover in Tokyo during which I have a crap ton to do, and our plane was 45 minutes late so I'm already on the clock.
I get up to the customs agent finally, and he looks at my passport and waves me through....because dun dun dun I have a freaking valid re entry stamp!!! Which means I didn't need to wait in the damn 30 minute line!
So I haul my butt down to the animal quarantine office, give them my name and paperwork.....this is where it gets bad. Jenner isn't there, apparently when an animal arrives cargo they send him to the cargo facility on the other side of the airport....the international airport...in one of the biggest cities in the world and I've got 2 hours until my flight.
Thanks united for telling me to pick up my cat at baggage claim, really effing helpful. The quarantine lady and I are having communication problems as her english isn't great and my japanese is horrific. But I manage to figure out I need to take my luggage, exit the airport and find a yellow bus. So I grab my bags. Run out of the airport and I see a yellow bus, so I am running with my bags toward this bus. And I get to it and I just call out, does anyone speak english?
Any older guy steps forward, and i asked, is this the bus I take to get to cargo? He looks at me oddly and I show him my map...that is in Japanese and he says yes get off at the next stop, not the terminal, the next stop. Then proceeds to help me load my bags.
As the stop nears, he calls from the other side of the bus, ma'am you get off here. I bow and give him the most appreciative smile I can muster, as I'm getting dropped off on the side of the road. I take my bags and walk and as I'm walking, it dawns on me that I'm walking through Narita, through a warehouse district, in a foreign country alone...thank god it's daytime. And I started to cry. Crying because I'm tired, crying because I'm so nervous Jenner has been injured or killed. 1 in 9 animals doesn't survive their flight. Those aren't comforting numbers. I'm crying because I'm lost, I'm in a foreign country and I know I'm gonna miss my flight. As I'm crying I see a sign that says cargo and I flat out start sprinting. After a mile, of sprinting then realizing I'm badly out of shape so running and eventually dragging my body and bags, I see more cargo signs and a gate guard. So I pull out my I phone ( which is now my life line) and translate how do I get to united cargo. I ask the gentleman in terrible Japanese with tears steaming down my face, sweating my ass off in the heat and humidity after running with 100 lbs of luggage...and smelling after 10 hours on a flight. And he points me down the street.
I had to do this 2 more times until I got to the proper gate. Where unfortunately the guard spoke no english, so I used my translator again to tell him I needed united cargo. He had me fill out a form....in Japanese, of course as I am in japan. I am fairly certain I put my name and telephone number in the right spots because I recognized those characters, but I've no idea what I wrote elsewhere. And I run again, I see a sign for united cargo and started crying again, out of happiness and ran right into a construction area. And a guy is screaming stop. So I stop and a forklift is like 50 ft away. I roll my eyes because I only need to go like 10 ft to get out of its way but the guy made me go around a building.
I finally get to the cargo facility, and I was not trying to be dramatic but I dropped down onto my knees in front of Jenner's kennel, which was thankfully inside an AC room. And started bawling because he was alive, laying on his back, licking his feet. I'm so glad this cat is so freaking fat and hearty.
The lady comes out and sees me crying, asks what's wrong. I explain everything and that my flight leaves in 90 minutes. I've still got to get Jenner through quarantine, customs and checked in. This is where she introduces me to my savior, whose name I never got but I call him We Hurry because that is all he ever said to me.
I can't even tally the points anymore but basically united negative 500 for giving me such shit information.
And 20 for the country of japan because they are so damn helpful to crying, smelly foreigners.