Japan. Land of the rising sun, Mount Fuji, cherry blossoms, and the future in all its tangible forms.
Also, land of extremely weird shit.
I'm surprised I made it here. I didn't think I would. Choosing to stop-over at Calgary International Airport was a mistake I will not repeat. The physical layout of it is, itself, problematic (some of which could be blamed on current construction at the main terminal), but add to that confusing signage and staff that aren't really sure what's happening and it's a wonder more people don't miss their flights. The following is an actual conversation I had with someone employed there:
"Excuse me, where do I go to make an international, non-U.S. flight connection?"
"Well, ensure you have your U.S. customs forms filled out and stand in this line right here."
"Uhm, but I'm not actually going to the U.S. though. I'm flying direct to Tokyo, Japan on Air Canada. Is this still the right line?"
"You still need to have a customs form filled out."
"Okay, but I'm not sure why. I'm not traveling to the United States."
"Yes, but you are flying over it."
"…"
As this was the fourth person I asked where to make my connection, none of which knew where I should be, my patience was running as short as the time I had. I didn't have the heart to say anything though, as I'm not convinced this person actually knew where Japan was.
It would take two more people to tell me where to make my connection.