Arrived at Narita Airport.
I had imagined what it would be like to get back to Narita Airport for thousands of times, and then how to turn around. However, my imagination did not expect the Japanese to speak English, and did not expect the English signs in the airport to be pitiful. I also thought that the Kuala Lumpur International Airport was already very big. I didn’t expect it to be insignificant compared to Narita Airport. The four melons are the first time to set foot at Narita Airport, that is, they can’t read Japanese and talk to the airport staff. My cousin taught me that it didn’t work. It seemed to look for an exit in the maze. When I hit the nail and hit the nail, the more I panic, the more I learned through the English-speaking traveler that our boarding gate was in another summer. Need to take the shuttle bus.
Standing in the cold winter, waiting for the bus, coupled with time constraints, added to the already flustered mood. In this way, I was able to catch a plane to Chicago smoothly.