A Korean, 2 Japanese Guys & Nagoya

Some of you have heard the tale of my lost/jacked passport, but for those who haven't here goes. I arrived into Narita Airport after a grueling 12 hr. flight, stomach full of airplane food and a couple of drinks (so I'm feelin' pretty good about everything). Now take in mind that I don't really have any way of contacting Janna except through a liaison for the Jet program named Mellisa. Anyway, I was told beforehand to ship my luggage to my apartment and buy train tickets to Fukui when I landed. So I head towards the JR train ticket counter first to make sure I have enough time to catch each train and after an hour of broken Japanese and reciprocated broken English, I finally received my tickets. Yay! This is fun! Next I head to the QL which is at the other end of the airport to send my 2 million ton luggage bags. I was so happy to relinquish that weight, but that feeling suddenly turned into fear and pain after realizing that I had no idea where my passport was. Obviously I looked everywhere, tracked back and forth from the JR to the QL about as many times as I could before my first train left. This Feakin sucks:( I'm a sweat ball, dirt ball, haven't had a shower, starving now, & I feel like I'm at the tower of Babel. So eventually I fill out a missing article report ten minutes before my train leaves with the help of a information booth lady. You should have seen us,(info lady & I) filling out a police report while running down the corridor to catch the train before it left. Chink! the door closes behind me with an ambiguous feeling of relief and anxiety now settling in. Just rest, slow down, take a big breath again and again and again I tell myself. Finally I get a hold of Mellisa (the liaison) by borrowing a cellphone. I tell her the story and she gave me some/little comfort. Well at least I was able to convey my itinerary to someone that knows Janna. Maybe that will help. To sum it up in style, I first transferred to Tokyo by JR train, then I arrived in Nagoya by the Shinkensen (bullet train...weeeeeee!) at around 11 p.m. I hung out with two Japanese guys that were really fun and informative till about 8 a.m. when my next JR train left for Fukui. I finally got into Fukui at around 10 a.m. (still with no sleep since I left LAX) to find no one waiting for me. I know I know I sound like a wuss, but I really wanted to see a friendly face. I have a smoke use the restroom and as I walk out I see Janna walking by, so I literally had to bump into her because she thought I was just another Asian man walking around. To answer your question I did get my passport back 2 days later and it only cost me 6 dollars for shipping. Feeeyewwww!!!!