In last few posts, it seems to be unclear to my reader that I had been already to Japan so currently I am in Kuwait. Now I am re-writing my old diaries in Japan since I didn't have regular access to the internet while I was Japan. So I apologize for the confusion.
On 12th October, I arrived Fukuoka International Airport around 8 pm in Domestic terminal. There supposed to be someone from the congress waiting for the delegates to arrive. At Fukuoka airport, a guy who was with me all the flights from Dubai --> Osaca --> Fukuoka. I found out he is from Afghanistan and he is attending Space Generation Congress (SGC) as well. We decided to go together to exchange money and find our way to the hotel. We took a free bus at the airport to the International terminal for exchanging money (1000 yen is equal to 3 Kuwaiti Dinar). There, I tried to call home but I had no clue how to use the Japanese phone cards. I gave up after many tries. We catch the yellow bus going back to the domestic terminal to take a subway to the hotel from there. In the bus, I saw white man. I don't know I had a feelings he was SGC delegate. So I asked "SGC?" he was like "Yeah!" Good he was with the Japanese guide that he supposed to be waiting for us. We went to the subway, each bought a ticket for 250 Yen. The Afghani guy left at different station. So me and Jamey got off the subway station "Gion Station". There I saw some Japanese teenagers dancing break dance. I’d love to watch them but I cannot which I am carrying all the luggage and my heavy laptop on my shoulder. We were there and we lost the directions guide to the hotel. We were lost in Fukuoka city for two hours. We asked many Japanese people in the streets but they speak poor English. We finally met a nice Japanese man wearing dark business suit who decided to take us right to the door of the hotel. Damn, I was so tired I couldn't carry my luggage anymore. The Japanese guy was very nice. He presented his business card to Jamey.
At the entrance of the hotel, you should take off your shoes and put them in plastic bags. 602 was the number of my room. Surprisingly, it was so tiny. Only with two beds and small TV. Showers and toilets are shared. I went downstairs to call home. I found out that I should use specific pay phone to use this phone card I bought at the airport. Anyhow, there at the reception I saw many delegates. Chris the manager was there. He says “Hey do you have a project with Maryanne?” I was like “ Maryanne, I don’t know her” He said “She is doing a movie with you”. “Oh yeah I know her. She is here?” I said and I was surprised that she was staying at the same hotel. “yes, she is in 307”. Oh that’s good I expected her to meet me at the airport. Maryanne Galvin, is an independent documantry film maker and her films won several awards. I have been in contact with her via email since last May. She stumbled through my blog and thought it would be interesting to include me in her movie and make interview. Oh great I will meet her tomorrow morning. I went back to my room. It seems that my roommate didn’t arrive Fukuoka not for today. There I rested on my bed watching Japanese TV next to me a kimono.
