Greetings from the Future!

I made it to Japan, and I'm in the hotel.  Getting through the quarantine check-in took about an hour and a half.  They shut down an entire wing of the terminal and snaked us around it.  Check papers here, one gets stamped.  Move on.  Check all papers again, another gets stamped.  Move on.  Spit an inordinate amount of saliva with no bubbles after being dehydrated from flying into a plastic tube.  Give it to someone and get your number.  (Mine was 181.) More walking, getting papers checked, getting stamps.  Then wait for test results.

But wait... There's more! Once you have your negative results, show the pink slip to 5 people along the way.  Then, wait at immigration.  I got pulled to the side because I'm officially a resident of Japan. At least I think so.  I've got an ID issued by the Japanese government.

My hotel is attached to the airport.  No worries about how to get there since I can't take _any_ public transportation for 14 days.  I'll post pictures later, but I'll say right now the toilet has instructions.  They are in many languages, including Japanese and English.  And pictograms.  The "Begin rear washing" is pretty obvious.

I need to email Shikoku, and then sleep until morning.  It's 5 pm here.  13 hours ahead of Michigan.  I think 25 hours of being awake is enough, don't you?