The long-awaited day of the Robinsons' arrival dawned, and for the first time in a week or so it was a bright, clear morning. Emily and I got the Narita Express from Shinagawa (nearly missing it due to a misunderstanding about the platform); a bit of a faff trying to juggle her while one-handedly folding the buggy, but I managed somehow.
Of course, their BA flight was late, by an hour, so I had more than enough time to try and get her to eat some lunch - difficult when she was tired and eating in her stroller with airport distractions all around. We'd given them no hint that I'd meet them, so I think/hope it was a genuine surprise for them to see us by the barrier. We got the next express back, and after a much-needed nap, Emily was soon charming them with her smiles and antics.
I escorted them to the ryokan in Gotanda: a basic place, but friendly enough, run by a pair of middle-aged men. They found it impossible trying to climb the carpeted stairs in the ubiquitous plastic slippers provided. Afterwards we came back to the apartment and they tried not to fall asleep, in an effort to beat the jetlag by staying up until Japan bedtime. Nick took them out later for a Korean-style meal, in what sounded like a very hectic and noisy restaurant.
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