The Detour

As embarrassing as it is:
I totally messed up and went on the wrong train.
Not because Japanese trains don’t have signs telling where they are going, or because some other external reason,
but because I was a little ‘off’ this morning and didn’t really look out!
I was on the correct platform,
but this Kyushu bound train (Opposite direction)
had the same departure time, and I mindlessly stepped on it at the correct gate.
When I got on the train, I went to “my seat”, but imagine my surprise when a guy already was sitting there, and insisted that it was indeed his seat!
Ha ha
We looked at my ticket and he told mr, “but madam this train is bound for Kyushu. Your ticket is for the Tokyo train!”.
Oh NO !!! Panic ha ha
I had made appointments with several people in Tokyo,
and I still had NO phone!
Oh well I had some luck at least!
The conductor lady was very nice and together we figured out which was the next train from Ōsaka back to Tokyo.
I made it back to Tokyo in time, but because of my delay I didn’t make
it home in between,
but instead used a locker at Shinjuku station for my bag.
By the way, I feel like such a pro now…
because let me tell you, it is a great feeling to feel comfortable,
and know your way around Shinjuku station!
This place is huge, but I rarely get lost in the maze anymore
and I had NO problem whatsoever finding the locker with my bag
many hours later.