Adventures with someone you know

I have a friend, let`s call her, um, Jane, and she didn`t know where her passport was this morning. She made it to the train station, was ready to ditch all sundries such as toothbrush and PJs before bussing to the Cultural Museum.

Yen--check.
JR Rail Pass--check.
Trevor:s rrreally nice camera--check.
Passport.....HONTO NIIIIII!!!! No check.

Now, my friend Jane, she:s gotten in a few of these situations, and she does seem to have a monumental amount of luck. Jane doesn:t like to talk about it too much, lest her luck run out. Suffice it to say, Jane trekked back to the hotel, at 2 km/hour because of blisters, to find a closed reception desk and a keycode no longer valid. Eventually getting through to some hotel staff, Nice Hotel Staff Lady let Jane in, and look at that! The maids have cleaned out Jane`s room and neatly placed her passport outside the door.

Jane wants you to know that she will pay more attention in the future, and assures you that Beth (and Johanna for that matter) would never do something as foolish as leaving her/their passport(s) behind at a hotel.

Blisters make for good Kunokuniya. Ciao for niao!