Getting to Japan

So,

my first blog ever, in english even, making sure I do not have to write this thing twice (I might be in Japan, but i'm still a lazy Caucasian, nevertheless).
Lets start with a mood-description shall we?

Right now it's 01h30 Japanese Time. Yes, it's late. I'm drinking a beer in my new room. This reminds me of a certain moment I got sick somewhere in Cirrouqui'smt.... I will call it "Spain" and my mom had to smuggle beer into the hostel to make me feel better. (This might sound strange to 90% of the people reading this, but I'm sure it'll put a smile on 10%' face.)
The reason i'm quietely drinking my smooth Asahi-beer is not because I'm feeling ill tho, but it is the same reason that right now I am awake but need to get up at 8 in the morning. I just can't seem to sleep. Going up & down to the toilet doesn't help and I have been enough of a pain in the ass today to bother people at 1.30 at night.

My adventure started -officially- 3 days ago in Belgium. Candide & my mom drove me to the airport in Germany (Dusseldorf) to catch my plane. It was my -perhaps- last chance to act like a shitty little kid. The only one noticing it, was ofcourse Dide & he bought me a starbucks Icecoffee. Thanks my love : )
As soon as the moment of truth drew near, I got emotional, luckily all 3 of us felt to same (not that this made it any easier) but at a certain point I had to turn around and not look back anymore.
Fully aware of the display I left behind and coping with it, I walked towards the gate & started feeling better.
Monday the 22th& tuesday the 23rd I had 3 planes to catch, yes I did, an annoying task with more luggage than I was supposed to have, but no questions where asked.
The first plane went to Frankfurt. I sat down nexto 2 german girls that showed no interest in talking to me, which amused me. After about 45 minutes they did start to talk because they apparently saw my visa and noticed how I was going to Japan aswell. All of a sudden an announcement was made saying: "People going to Shanghai will be picked up right at the exit of the plane & will be taken directly to the gate".
first thought: aaaaaaaalright no walking
second thought: goddamnit I don't have that ticket yet, let alone they know where my baggage has to go
Getting out of the plane, there was -as said- a bus waiting to pick us up, all 4 of us : D The rest of the plane had to share a bus too :D
At the gate they booked my ticket, Bo was happy & set to fly to Shanghai - flight number 2.
Lots of people showed up, lots of chinese flying with Air China, a crosscontinental airplane with the worsed seats you can possibly imagine. Luckily nobody sat nexto me, so I could lay down if I felt like it (this does not mean I could sleep). Just like in every company, they forgot I was vegetarian. But these stewardesses were particularly amusing. They got annoyed at me, saying I didn't order, while I did and even got the confirmation. When I kept on saying 'i'm sorry I did order and don't eat meat or fish' all of a sudden she started calling one of the others and that one handed over a paper saying -they didn't know- which she pushed into my face. Custumor-service ey?
Anyway, I got my vegetarian stuff... twice, so no complaints, however they weren't all that friendly tho.
Arriving in Shanghai -woooohooooow CHHHHINAAAA- I had no clue whatsoever where I had to go, that airport was HUGE. But ofcourse, apparently I had to go through customs again, because... I didn't have a ticket. Customs looked at me like I was a weirdo... but I wasn't the only one... I got out, looked at the baggageclaim, reminded myself of the fact that the lady in Frankfurt told me that my baggage would go directly into tranfer to KIX, and went to find my baggage anyway. What showed up 5 minutes later? My baggage ofcourse. I went out to find a desk to register again and went back in. So far my chinese adventure :D
No wait, I was so thirsty I needed to change money, but they charged 5 euros for exchange while I only wanted to change 10, so I told them to get lost. Luckily there were 'warm-water'refreshers at the airport ;)
To Shanghai I noticed already we had alot of turbulence, even breakfast was served an hour later because of it, but to Osaka aswell... tur-bu-len-ce. Friendly staff, not knowing I was vegetarian, but still friendly.
In Osaka, I took a shuttle, that person immediately made me realise how important my keigo was, but after 10 minutes I fell asleep because the seats were 20000x better than those of Air China.
Somewhere in Kyoto they told me to get into another car and I had a nice chat with the taxidriver. He put me at ease and dropped me off after alot of searching for the I-House.

Arriving here, was a warm welcome. It made me feel right at home. They gave me a room, blankets and a tour of the building. I checked the computer, told everybody I was ok and fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up by the rain on a shed. I got up opened the curtains and noticed how it was impossible to look outside. The bicycleshed blocked my entire window, i'm not joking. I got repulsed immediately and closed the curtains again, saying to myself 'this isn't all that bad, this isn't all that bad' but you can be sure I felt horrible. While closing them up, I noticed the stains on the curtain that looked like someone pucked on them, and started feeling even worse... I coped with it for 10 minutes but then thought "I'm getting out, I'll go store and don't think of it for a while".
The store was a mechakucha-distaster. The most intense shopping experience éver.
Everything from entering the store to leaving it, took 399% of my attention not to fuck things up.
Walking to the store -eventho it's on the other side of the road went fairly easy- but the store itself... They have plastic bags to put your umbrella in -genius- but I took one out of the garbage instead of the clean ones by accident. In the store I had no clue whether I was looking at stuff to clean the toilet or wash my face... At the register they didn't pack my stuff, but gave me bags to go to a special counter to pack it myself... It took me an hour to get eggs, drinks, toothpaste & bodywash.
Back at the dorm, I got confronted with the shed again, but before I could get over it, the telephone rang and I got invited upstairs to a cocky english -highly enjoyable- teaparty. Everyone made me feel better and eventually helped me to ask for another room, which I got.
Right now I'm on the 3rd floor without a shed. I fixed myself a table and a fridge and am set to go for alien registration at 9 in the morning, tomorrowmorning.
Right now it's time to put on those toiletslippers one last time and meet my strange beanlike pillow to lay on.

Goodnight.

ps: apologies for writing-errors. This was written in 30 minutes & I don't feel like reading it again ;)