Two Yanks, an Aussie and a Shoebox

So...
I didn't pack my address with me.
Completing my papers for Japan's Customs led to me simply leaving it blank.

The immigration officer loved that and gave me a curt 'dame da' (think of 'bad' used without any formailty in a very formal situation) and sent me away to a lady to get myself sorted out. Over 30 mins later, having a few good conversations with this lady official about how we're going to work out where I'm living in Japan, it was finally decided I'd be able to get computer access by heading up to the International Transfers level. I was able to get my address from there, thankfully. In the end the delay didn't make much of a difference as the Nova guy meeting us turned up about 20mins later after waiting ages for the meeting time anyway. At least I had a nice chick who'd helped me sort out customs.

When the Nova guy did actually turn up, there were 8 of us waiting; 4 from my same flight group and 4 more from no idea where. We piled up our luggage for this Nova guy to have sent (free) ahead of us after which left me on an hour bus ride to meet up with my Nova local area manager, a kiwi by the name of Glen. He was a pretty cool chap, though did dress like a mormon. After a short train ride we proceeded to get ourselves incredibly lost by following Noba's map to my apartment using details given such as "Toyoto", "Suzuki/Honda", convenience store, pedestrian overpass etc. The trick to it seems to have had something to do with some special order of the many "Toyoto", "Suzuki/Honda", convenience stores and pedestrian overpasses, which we didn't understand. So we overshot our turn a that pedestrian overpass by about 20mins. Deciding we'd possibly gone too far, he suggested we cut through the streets til we hit the 2nd rail crossing. And so we veered off the main road and ended up at my place about an hour later.

I sit here in my room pretty damn tired (got about 3 hours sleep on the flight over, coupled with my journey thereafter) and listen to what is almost a dead house. My flatmates hadn't expected me til tomorrow, which resulted in a rather stiff and odd welcome.
Brad was headed out and left shortly after I arrived while the other guy, Josh, locked himself back in his room after saying 'hi'. Not really sure what's left for me to interpret.

I went out and picked up some food from the nearby convenience store and later found there to be no microwave back here. Meh... So my chicken 'karage' is still sitting in the fridge until I probably find something in a supermarket to cook it up with.

Hoping to head into Kobe tomorrow to pick up a laptop.

Transcribed from pen and paper