Trains, Trains & Trains ........................................................................

Weekend before last I went for the weekend to see Bryan and I thought you might enjoy reading about it. Bryan looked great and is doing well. Getting to see him was however a journey of a thousand miles, or so it seemed. I began Friday evening at 6:00 PM with my train directions in hand and a pocket full of coins to feed the ticket machines. My biggest doubt was getting in and out of the stations in Tokyo without getting lost, however I came through that with no problem. I carefully followed the directions given me by the hotel concierge and I can only tell you that the information given me was WRONG! But first I will tell you that in Tokyo I got on a train that was very crowded, totally packed. I jam into a car and after a couple of stops it kind of thins out a little. At this time I notice that I am the only male on this train. Not too bad, I think. I look into the next car and it is basically all men. At this point I am thinking what is wrong with all these guys, are they gay or something? After a few more stops I am really puzzled by this mystery, I ‘m actually thinking “all the women in the world are in this train.” so where’s Oprah? Then I looked across from me on the window of the train there is a sign that says (in Japanese & English) “This car for women only” …so I calmly waited for the next stop and moved to the next car of the train. Bryan says that trains in Tokyo have the women only cars because there are many perverts and these cars protect the women. So somewhere in Japan last Friday night some Japanese woman went home and told her husband “honey, there was a big American pervert on the train”. Needless to say I will look at ALL the signs from here on out. About an hour out of Tokyo I got off of a train as my directions stated and looked for the Joban Train Line that would take me to Bryan. There was no sign noting Joban Line….UH-OH…..so I went to the information counter where the attendant smiled and spoke no English. I understood completely as I spoke no Japanese. With the help of my handy Japanese language book and a lady who stopped speaking a little English, we determined that I was lost. Great…I kind of already knew that. I have heard the saying “you’re where you are because that’s where you want to be .....its not true, you may be where you are because your following the wrong directions. Anyway we all studied a map for a while and found several local trains that would get me to Joban Line that would get me there. So off I went for another hour on these small local trains that did finally get me to the Joban Line. After a few stops and another hour I began to recognize the names of the stations that were near Bryan. I arrived at the train station by Bryan’s house at 10: 20 PM and I was less than enthusiastic about the 20 min walk to his house. But as I left the station I heard this voice call out “Hey Dad “ Bryan had figured out the train I was probably going to be on since I was late and was waiting for me. I was very glad to see him and it made the train ride well worth the effort. We went and got a very late dinner and stayed up late talking. My train ride back to Yokohama was mild in comparison, but still took right at 3.5 hours. I understand there is a bus that goes from here to where Bryan lives. I think I may try the bus!