Night at the Museum
I wasn't thrilled with the idea of having to travel to Beijing on company business. It's a very long trip, and the company wouldn't spring for anything but coach class on the plane. Plus the idea that I'd be dropped in the middle of a place where I didn't speak the language, and I really wasn't all that sure of exactly what would be expected of me when I got there. If I needed any help, well my co-workers would be 12 hours away on the other side of the planet.
There was a bright spot in the situation, however. I had some leeway in the selection of which airline flights I could take. No matter what I did, I'd have to change planes at least once, maybe twice. After juggling connections about a bit I found I'd end up with a short layover in either Osaka or Tokyo on the return flight. Now the distance between the cities of Takarazuka and Osaka in Japan is less than 10 miles as the crow flies, but traveling by rail or bus is about double that due to the geography and the way the roads are laid out. So, it appeared that if I extended that layover by a day or two I could manage a side trip to visit the Tezuka Osmau Manga Museum. Suddenly, I was actually looking forward to the adventure.
The flight to Beijing was just about as much of a drudgery as I had feared. The longest leg of the trip, a direct flight from LAX to Beijing was not comfortable in the cramped quarters of the coach cabin. Add in a long duration where the 'fasten seat belts' sign was illuminated followed by a long queue for the bathrooms and a bursting bladder, and you get the idea. To add insult to injury some of my luggage didn't make it down the conveyor belt in a timely manner. At least it wasn't lost, just sent to the wrong gate, finally found, and then reunited with me. An hour late. Murphy!
Most of the business trip was spent in a room somewhere in the factory waiting to be called in to do some testing on samples of product that had just come off the assembly line. Since by the time I had been tapped to take on this babysitting job, the line had been through several revisions of the product development cycle, nothing much actually went wrong. After a week and a half of “hurry up and waiting” the foreman on the assembly line announced that he had no more use for us engineers. Rather than reschedule our return trips earlier by a day or two, we were invited to tour the great wall and the forbidden city, which isn't so forbidden to tourists anymore. The Chinese have discovered they can sell their history and culture to the world.
So with the worst behind me, I boarded my return flight. First stop, Osaka. I was still nervous about making my way around with little knowledge of the language. I did have my guide books with me, and I had studied some travel language tapes, but I knew this was going to be more of an adventure than the Beijing leg of the trip.
The flight from China to Japan was much shorter than the one across the entire Pacific, and the pilot managed to find his way around any turbulence. The plane wasn't totally full either, I had an empty seat next to me and was able to stretch out a bit. No problems with lost luggage either. Things were looking up.
A travel agent had found me an affordable room at a small inn in Takarazuka within walking distance to the museum. It was an easy rail trip from the Osaka airport, and the JR station was only two blocks from the museum, and not far from the inn.
The next day, while sitting in the inn's small restaurant (if you could call it that) I was approached by by one of the owner's teenage daughters who had noticed me wearing a small Tetsuwan Atom pin on my jacket. The ornament was a fan collectible I'd found on Ebay some time ago.
“You're American, right?” she asked me.
“Hai” I replied nodding my head.
“Going to the Tezuka museum today?” she asked, pointing at my pin.
I again answered in the affirmative.
“I'll take you there.” she offered.
“Looking for a chance to converse in English?” I asked.
“Yes!” she answered. “I can use the practice for school.”
“Sure.” I laughed. “I could use a translator.”
We then got around to actually introducing ourselves properly. Her name was Satchiko, and she was a senior in high school.
“I can't stay with you all day at the museum,” she said, “I've got to be back here by three or so.”
We got to the museum just before they opened their doors at 9:30am. I saw that the place closed at 5:00pm. Admission was 700 yen, about $7 US. Cheap compared to some of the museums in NYC. I offered to pay Satchiko's admission, but she refused my offer, and I hoped that I hadn't insulted her by making it. Having her around to translate some of the signs in the museum for me certainly helped my enjoyment of the place, and when she excused herself to leave around 2:30pm I was on my own.
I managed to fill up the SD card on my camera with lots of pictures and videos. There were certainly plenty of almost life size posters of Tezuka's start system characters scattered though out the museum, and also a few life size statues of many of them. I sat though several showings of various anime films they had running, some of which I'd never seen before. Around 4 pm I was accosted by a man carrying a tray with complementary paper cups of tea. He was a tall individual, with a large forehead under which hung a pair of thick frame glasses on his nose. As I reached for one of the cups, he picked one off the tray and handed it to me. I thanked him and quickly drank the beverage as the man disappeared into the crowd.
There were a few exhibits I wanted to get another look at when my stomach began growling. I hate it when indigestion causes gas and cramps, and I quickly looked around for a restroom. I must have sat on the 'throne' for about 15 minutes, and then realized that it was almost closing time. I began to feel a bit dizzy and I must have passed out without realizing it. When I got out of the restroom I found myself in the dimly lit hall way of the museum, apparently locked in! My watch confirmed that it was now about 9pm, I'd been passed out in the john for about four hours!