What a surreal way to start the week!!
Firstly the trip from JR Shinagawa to the bus.. imagine if you will, a herd of stampeeding salaried workers in soft-soled loafers; the walls echoing a low rumbling peppered with the occassional staccatto clicky-click from the kitten heels of the OL's. A human sea of thousands, all moving quickly yet defiantly towards their daily cells... however, not one person is talking. The only sound was this eerie thunder from of the soles on a faux marble walkway. (spooky)
A lone uniformed train worker, not old enough to shave, Jacket too large for his elvin frame, deer-eyes-in-headlights look of fear in his pre-pubescent face, trying to direct this human tsunami towards the exit.
Ok am getting a bit off track here.. however, this was freaky this morning. I arrived at the Immigration office well before the 9am opening time, filled forms in hand but only managed to secure the 59th ticket in the queue.. WTF...

What a zoo!! There were hundreds of people, all shapes, sizes and colours, hardly anyone knew what they were doing. Very patient multi-lingual staff switching between English, Japanese, Chinese and Korean helping the lost find where to go and which forms to fill. I have never seen anything like this before.
It was sad to see the FG's in the deportation area with backpacks and suitcases waiting for their expulsion..
But I have survived, barely.. forms are submitted and now I just have to wait for my little postcard and do it all again to get my pet licence for another 3 years.
