Tuesday, December 2,
1997
Ah, this is much better. I
didnt like that airplane thing very much. When I
woke up we were in a large bright noisy building called a
"New Tokyo Airport" where men in blue uniforms
stand around looking very stern and strange noises come
from the ceiling. It sounds like the noises these humans
make but I didnt understand a thing they were
saying most of the time. There is a place in this
building called a "noodle bar" which we visited
briefly. There the humans that stand behind the counters
use those incomprehensible words as well. I dont
know how anyone understands anything, but the humans
Im traveling with give them little pieces of paper
and everyone smiles. That happens a lot with humans.
Cant figure out what it is about the little pieces
of paper that brings out so much joy in these humans, but
who am I to argue with human contentment.
We got back on another one of those
horrible airplanes and stayed there for hours. I was
feeling pretty chipper, so while Laurie took a long nap I
hopped around from head to head looking for something
tasty to eat. No luck. Finally after several hours Laurie
and her friends started getting very excited about
something. I realized later that they were excited
because they were about to get off of that miserable
airplane. 
We went into another big bright
building; this one was called a "Bangkok
Airport." There were more stern men in uniforms here
and we had to wait in line for the stern men to examine
little blue books that everyone was carrying. It all
seemed so serious.
We all got in one of those fast
"car" things, but this one they called a
"van," and it didnt go nearly as fast as
the car Laurie had been driving yesterday. Or was that
today? Im confused. They said it was going so
slowly because of the 6 passengers and 20 heavy bags of
luggage they had shoved into it.
When the van stopped, we all got
out and went into another building, the likes of which I
had never seen before. They call it the "Oriental
Hotel." We were greeted by two more happy humans and
as the humans proceeded to drink glass after glass of
bubbly liquid that goes "POP!" when the bottle
is opened, I proceeded to hop around on the lush colorful
carpets looking for a dog or cat or something familiar to
me. I had no luck. In fact, the entire place was fairly
uninviting to a flea. The walls are all covered with
mirrors and dark wood, as are the intricate light
fixtures. Afraid that I would be lost without any hair to
sleep in for the night, I chose not to explore for long.
Eventually Laurie staggered into a
tiny little room that started out in one place and ended
up in another place altogether. She said goodnight to her
friends and settled into a very comfortable room. The
clock says 4:00 a.m. and I think its time for all
good humans and fleas to close their eyes and dream of
Ralph. I wonder if he misses me?

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