These few days I have been going through the process of recovering my phone. I have lost it in the boarding area of Haneda Airport before boarding the plane. When I found out that it was gone, an unusual calmness resided in me. I supposed my thorough enlightenment of my epic blur-ness did me good (skinner's theory of reinforcement). Fretting over my mistake, would be a mistake in itself.
Anyway, I did all that i could and should, informing the crew, reporting at Changi Airport, lamenting on how insincere I was while I was visiting the shrines, not once praying earnestly and refusing with great tenacity, to contribute any of my 5 Yen coins at the altar.
It is known (probably proven) that the Japanese are honest beings, returning found items to their owners should they pick up one. This was in fact documented in a few guide books I have read prior to the trip. I thought it's a bet for me, since it's the airport and half the passengers at the boarding gate are probably non-Japanese anyway. And my stereotypical racist mind screams: If it's not a Japanese who picked it, it's probably gone forever.
To my pleasant surprise/anticipation, 2 days later, my sister was contacted by Changi Airport to inform me that my iPhone 4S has been recovered.
Mind oh mind! So are the precious pictures that are taken with that phone!The Japanese does live up to their reputation!
That's a very fine 'Japanese' experience which concluded my trip.
For now, I am waiting for the phone to be back in my hands so I can start flooding Facebook and this space with (self proclaimed) beautiful photos~
