Stranger in a Strange Airport

In another twenty minutes my brief time in Japan will have elapsed. But from these few hours I will always carry with me the precious eye-opening sights I saw, and an outlet converter that promises to work anywhere in the world. 

After arriving here and sorting out my flight complications, the long walk to the gate took me by many Japanese stores. They're not really that exciting. Just like western stores except for, well, really Japanese. Lots of bright, seizure-inducing packaging that I cannot understand. One appeared to be offering whole King Crabs for about $150 USD:

Since, my computer clock now reads 2:33AM, I've been traveling for about twenty two hours. Famished, I went into one such store to  buy a snack. There were rows of pocky and sugary goods- easy enough to discern though not what I wanted- and large bags of what appeared to be squid tentacles. Also not really quite what I was in the mood for. Thankfully for my stomach though I made out the some pistachios on one bag. I also grabbed a bottle of  brownish, tea colored liquid with some bright green leaves on it. I thought it might have been iced tea, but it tastes more like liquified rice cakes or cardboard than anything else. 

The only other thing I think I will remember from my time in Tokyo is the bathrooms. Upon arrival I felt the need to relieve myself, and so wandered to the closest men's bathroom. As I opened the stall and stepped in, I looked around in vein for the white throne. However, about three inches away from where I was stepping appeared to be some sort of small hole in the ground made of porcelain and full of water:

 After minutes wondering A) where the toilet was, and B) who the hell had left this hole in the floor, I decided to make way for a "shower room,"  rented out by the airport for $5USD for 30 minutes. It was a wonderful investment. I got my own little beauty desk with mirror, bathtub and shower, sink and mirror, towels, soap and shampoo, and best of all, a toilet! After the most wonderful of sits, I reached down to press the flush button and received a high powered spray of water right to my behind. I yelled and lurched forward, but they spray continued, and after a second and a half or so, I began to enjoy it.

Flight is boarding, so I must stop typing.