We were already in Japan’s airspace & had another 45 minutes before landing, at least that was what the captain said in his American English with a hint of Japanese twang. His lovely voice reminded me of Bing Crosby!
After 6 hours flying North-North-East (from Singapore to Tokyo), stuck in a portside window seat, I put down my e-reader and looked out to a fascinating sunset which I can only call an “Over the Clouds Sunset”.
A slight change of direction and I no longer had the sunset scene but what came into view was stunning. A flight attendant who saw my interest and camera in hand gave me confirmation that, yes, that was Mount Fuji (Fujiyama), Japan’s iconic volcano (still classified as “active”).
Did you know that Mount Fuji in Sino-Japanese is 富士山, pronounced Fu-ji-san means “Wealthy Mountain”? (Well, other interpretations exist but I’m in no position to express any preference.) I’ve been up Mt. Fuji, to it’s snow level, the 3rd tram stop, but never knew it was so clearly visible, above clouds, during an autumn evening.
The plane slowly changed direction again and as it went below the cloud line, I got another view of Japanese sunset.
We waited for our turn to land and yes, change of direction again, then I set eyes on another aircraft slowly landing on another runway. Is that going to be the aircraft I will be boarding in 4 hours?
There were only 2 American Airlines plane in Terminal 1 at that time so I guess it was a 50:50 chance that the plane in the picture above was the one that brought me back to the US, landing in Chicago’s O’Hare International Airport after a 12-hour flying time.
(*ouch* my skinny derriere did hurt.)
… and I had another wait and another flight to catch to Orlando 😮