en route - part III

I just arrived in the Tokyo airport not long ago. I only have a few minutes before I get on the plane to Busan. I’m still not nervous. Is there something wrong with me? The weirdness of being in a different country still hasn’t set in, probably because all the signs and recorded messages are in both English and Japanese. In fact, it almost seems as though more signs and audio recordings are in English than in Japanese. The only semi-strange moment occurred when going through a security checkpoint. Unlike in America, you don’t take your shoes off when going through security. However, as I walked through the metal detector, my knee-high hooker boots must have set something off and they asked me to remove my boots, but when I did, they made me put on a pair of slippers. I was not particularly surprised by this, as I have read multiple times something about the Japanese and feet, but I can never recall exactly what the prejudice is that they hold against this particular appendage. It’s o.k. I don’t like feet either. But I must board the plane now to my final destination. I’m far too tired to feel even a vague sense of anxiety.