Arriving on a jet plane

The Jetstar people did end up fixing my flight completely, but used a rather unnerving system of communication and organization.
The man at the check-in: `someone will page you and tell you what to do when you land`

No paging...however, suddenly a man on the plane finds me. I have no idea how he finds me, as there were two people booked for the same seat (maybe there were two seats called 25G?) and being the second one to arrive I just moved to a different seat. This man tells me: `when you land the ground staff will contact you and tell you what to do`.

The plane gets in at eleven o`clock at night. However, during this flight, I had no Australian currency. Before I left, I made sure I spent every last cent, and boarded the plane feeling very proud of myself. When the food cart comes past, I take my Japanese yen out. Whats that? You don`t take Japanese yen? I see...
So having eaten not a single crumb of food since 7am (I did find a crumb on the ground, but resisted the temptation), I landed in the airport and proceeded to try and find who exactly the ground staff were.

Luckily, my case seemed to be extraordinary enough to warrant a person waiting at the door just outside my plane with my name on it. It started to feel like some sort of strange conspiracy, with people everywhere turning up with messages for me - this one was in Japanese and somewhat undecipherable, but it had something to do with me collecting my bags.

I collected my bags and left the baggage claim with my gigantic suitcase pulling my bones apart, only to find that the people who I was meant to talk to were INSIDE the baggage claim, an area that was now sealed off to me by international law. I used my considerable charm to negotiate a solution, and finally gained access to the one who would deliver me the message! I was somewhat disappointed - `catch this bus` he said, pointing in the direction of the bus stop, before melting into the shadows like everyone else I had met so far.

Outside it was a delightfully warm rainy night (I hope rain continues to stay exciting over these next few weeks, the rainy season). I caught the bus, and found out it went to a hotel. When I arrived in the hotel I prayed to god they knew my name, and was determined to sleep in the lobby if they did not. Luckily, they had an urgent fax on the desk with my name printed in big letters (again, the international conspiracy continues), and I was shown into an extraordinarily luxurious room that I could never have afforded by myself. The only problem was, it was now midnight, and nothing in this room was edible (even the mini-bar was empty!). I wandered the halls, looking for some sort of edible mould, when I found my saviour...does that sign say `24 hour convenience store?!`.

MISO! CUP RAMEN! CC LEMON! ONIGIRI! I help myself to a three course meal plus drinks, for the princely sum of $5. Best meal I have ever eaten. A toast...to Japan!