✨ Prologue (Episode 1): The First Breath of a New Journey 🇯🇵
The first thing Japan gave me wasn’t sushi, anime, or politeness—it was a hinyari (ひんやり) breath that said: “Welcome… but don’t get too comfortable.”
28 November 2024 — Narita, Chaos, and a Hinyari Welcome
After barely surviving the chaotic day before my flight—from last-minute packing to questioning every life decision that led me to take a solo trip “for relaxation”—I finally found myself standing in the line for non-Japanese passports at Narita Airport.
The very first breath I took in Japan carried a hinyari (ひんやり) chill.
Fresh.
Cold.
Comforting.
It felt like Japan softly greeted me with a polite bow and whispered,
“Irasshaiませ〜 welcome… but don’t get too cozy. There are 400 people behind you.”
Before I could fully savor this potential opening paragraph of my future travel essay, reality struck again.
The crowd surged forward.
Suitcases thundered like a stampede.
Airport announcements sliced through the air like a katana.
“Will they speak English?”
– My first mini heart attack
I clutched my passport and phone, mentally preparing for linguistic combat. I’d heard countless warnings:
“No one speaks English in Japan! Bring Google Translate!”
So yes, I was ready. Thumb on standby. Fight-or-flight activated.
So yes, I was ready. Thumb on standby. Fight-or-flight activated.
When it was finally my turn, the immigration officer looked up with all the emotional expression of a Noh mask and casually asked me a simple question—in perfectly understandable English.
My soul literally exhaled.
My shoulders dropped.
My anxiety evaporated like steam rising from an onsen.
It was such a small moment, but somehow Japan gently patted my head and said,
“Relax, ne? You’ll survive.”
A quick check.
A nod.
A stamp.
Zero drama. Maximum efficiency. Pure Japan.
“Arigatō… ありがとう…” I whispered—not sure whether I was thanking the officer, Google Translate, or myself for not fainting.