Life in a metal tube of recycled air, 35,000 feet above the ground

When the flight attendant walked up to me with her tray of drinks on my flight from Tokyo Haneda Airport to Sapporo, my North American mouth craved a cold, refreshing beverage.  I was so tired.  I'd been up essentially for 40 hours straight not counting the tiny naps i had on the plane and my mouth was so dry.  The flight attendant said something in Japanese, obviously asking what i wanted, and i pointed to a plastic pitcher filled with iced tea.  She had a few obvious drinks like a box of orange juice, but i thought i could use a little inculturalization.  She poured me a little cup of it and as soon as it hit my lips something wasn't right.  It wasn't cold at all.  It wasn't tea at all.  

It was a cup of hot chicken noodle broth.  And it was delicious.

It took me a while to get used to it, my mouth still in the mood for something cold and wet and sweet, but i think this is my new favorite airplane drink.  It was then that i finally learned that i can't judge a juice by it's packaging.  When i was waiting for my plane in Tokyo Haneda, i bought a green bottle of green tea from a vending machine.  At least, i assumed it was green tea because of it's green packaging and green liquid.  Turns out i was right, but it's not sweetened like the ones in Canada are.  It's pretty bitter.  But refreshing nonetheless.

Anyways, apparently I'm already supposed to take care of the chickens by myself this weekend.  Should be an entertaining time.