When Travel Isn’t Travel

Travel, especially near the holidays, can prove to be a trying event for the weary traveler. Budget travel, however, can take even more of a toll as departures, bookings, traffic, and sometimes even products advertised veer dramatically from the initial presentation. One minute you are sure you are getting on a flight to see your family on a buddy pass, the next minute you realize you’ve been in the airport for eight hours and missed five flights based on low “priority”. And then you start getting frustrated with the idea that you could have actually slept a little while longer, that you have disappointed those awaiting your arrival, and that this was a waste of money despite it being fairly inexpensive. You beg the universe for the eight hours of your life back because the last flight of the day pulled away from the gate, and you’re still on the wrong side of the doors.

The buddy pass, once revered as a perk airline employees passed on to their family and friends, is now oft touted as a vile and wasteful day at the airport. Mostly this hasn’t as much to do with the buddy pass benefit itself so much as that load counts for each flight exponentially has grown so that remaining unsold or unclaimed seats are few and far between. Since the entirety of the buddy pass system relies on empty seats, the system is becoming less and less beneficial for everyone. Though on one hand you might end up taking the last seat in First Class, you may also find yourself trapped in the airport without a flight for days at a time.

Living a travel life in standby can be frustrating, disappointing, boring. Yet if one is flexible, patient, and resilient, one can travel for very little cost at all. Since the buddy pass is generally just covering taxes, a $650 flight, for example, might now only cost you $200. However, it is not a guaranteed seat, and the view you may have for most if not all of the day is similar to this, of course with varying degrees of frantic bodies trying to push themselves impatiently on the next flight:

4-up on 12-2-14 at 12.10 PM

Last Tuesday, I attempted my first buddy pass stand-by flights to visit my father and family in Alabama for pre-holiday festivities. While I had been forewarned by the pilot I purchased from, and who more than patiently checked on flight loads for the two days I could travel, everything swerved left when I needed a right. I followed the basic rules (found below) but my luck was in the wrong stars that day.

Rule 1: Take the earliest flight possible.

Arriving at 7:00 a.m. for the first flight of the day is difficult, yes, but it is generally the best opportunity to fly out. No one else wants to get up that early, so there is greater possibility of open seats. When checking the flight loads, the 8:30 a.m. flight for my destination had the greatest number of open seats for the entire day. That meant there was a higher chance that the airline would be able to accommodate. The night before, 26 open seats and only 20 stand-by passengers meant if nothing changed, I was assuredly on-board and on my way!

But then, of course, everything changed. A large religious group opted for last minute booking, thus taking up  a majority of the open seats. I stared patiently at the “stand-by” list on the monitor, noticing that I was ranked at #17, and that there were only 6 open seats. While this didn’t seem to fare well for my future seat-grabbing, I stayed patient, hoping the numbers would sway my way. And, surprisingly, they did! Somehow open seats magically appeared, either because so many missed their connections, failed to check in on time, or changed their flight for the day, but a slew of open seats suddenly stormed the monitor. Unfortunately, the slew was only 16, cutting me and the two behind me off.

Lesson from Rule 1: While the first flight is the BEST flight to take, you are not the only one with this same idea.

Rule 2: Keep calm and carry on…your luggage.

The best way to see it is this: you are a representative of the employee you purchased the buddy pass from. Therefore, to stay in his or her good graces (relative or not) remember to be respectful and patient with the employees at the desk and at the gate. Pouting or “pulling strings” or begging or yelling will not get you any higher in priority. Many airlines are efficient and organized with their standby passengers, but their priority is not you who is flying for next to nothing and most likely at the last minute. Their focus is the paying customers who all booked well in advance. Buddy passes are, however, a privalege, and certainly not a right, so act accordingly.

Along with face to face behavior is also what you intend to bring with you. It is most recommended to carry your luggage on-board. Yes, it means packing smaller and more conservatively, but it does guarantee that your underwear will be with you if you don’t happen to make it onto any flights. While at the airport the other day, I happened upon a younger gentleman who was stuck in the same position as I was, in stand-by mode. He, we will call him Sam, assumed he would be getting on the 9:50 flight, so checked his luggage. When Same didn’t board that flight, and learned I was in a similar predicament, he complained to me about the locale of his luggage. Hopefully he has since been reunited with his underthings, but since he didn’t make any of the flights that day, he was already plotting to wash the undies he was wearing in the bathroom sink. *Note: don’t do this unless it is in your hotel room.

Also consider that just because you “know someone” who works for the airlines, you certainly shouldn’t assume you can bring any manner of things on-board. Even if you were a pilot, the wife of a pilot, or the owner of the company, you still must adhere to TSA luggage rules when on a public flight. This is a good time to mention that often over-crowded flights will lose overhead bin space quickly. Since stand-by is the last to board, it is possible you will have to check your bag, so be prepared to let go. As long as you are on the same flight as your extra clothes, checking is an easier way to travel.

Lesson from rule 2: Packing only the necessities to carry with you will keep you from underwear despair.

Rule 3: Be prepared to stay awhile.

This is part of the journey! Know that while the best scenario is walking onto the flight of your choice, plan for the likelihood that you will be there a while. Get some exercise by investigating the new wing of the airport. Bring that book you keep meaning to read, to that at least lets you look good if you pretend to read it. Get ahead of all your birthday cards by addressing them all now, if not writing long letters to people who have only ever received an email. Download games and movies to your device of choice to entertain yourself.

Depending on the airport, you might find yourself impressed with what there is for entertainment. Some have bars with live music (often a pianist), televisions with an interesting sports event or TV other than the news, even a museum. For example, the Las Vegas airport, aka McCarran Airport, offers a free flight museum. It is no where near the size of the Louvre, but it’s a great way to remember that what we are doing, flying, is pretty miraculous in itself. But even smaller airports, like Salt Lake City International, offers amenities that can be beneficial if you have time between possible flights. InMotion Pictures rents DVDs and DVD players, and there are several massage businesses as well. If you find you might be in the airport a while, pop on to the airport website and search for the facilities and services that are provided.


While many airports have an impressive selections of dining options, few options are particularly healthy or cheap so I would suggest bringing your own. My favorite travel foods are apples, mini-hummus and vegetables to go, hard boiled eggs, and even fruit leathers. Choose foods that are less processed and high in fiber and protein. Always bring an empty water bottle to fill and drink throughout the day. However, sometimes you have to just try to local food- if you are trapped in the San Francisco Airport, maybe get a bowl of clam chowder!

Lesson from rule 3: Preparing for waiting as part of the adventure will take the sting out of the wait.

Rule 4: Hohoholiday travel is hohohorrible.

Just like choosing the right time of day, the right time of year is equally important. Consider holidays or other public intrusions at your destination. I almost missed my flight out of Las Vegas to get back home once because a president’s plane was preparing for take off. Though I arrived the suggested 30 minutes ahead of time, it still wasn’t enough time and I literally sprinted through the airport to my gate and barely walked on. Knowing of major political, sport, or holiday activity at either airport you intend to go to may save you a great deal of grief if you plan for it.

That said, flying stand-by anywhere near a major holiday like Thanksgiving or Christmas, even if it is weeks away from your intended departure date, can prevent you finding a flight. When last I attempted to travel stand-by, it was a week after Thanksgiving- bad move on my part. Though you might anticipate that most or all travelers would have flocked home that Sunday, too many opted to stay a little longer with family and to catch that later flight home. What did that mean for me? Impacted, full, or even overbooked flights and no chance of getting out at any point that week based on my priority.

Remember Sam? He didn’t realize he wasn’t just going to walk onto a flight that day, and was shocked by the number of people on loading into each plane. “Don’t people work?” he kept asking. Well, yes, I’m sure they do, but it is the Tuesday after Thanksgiving. He almost wept when we checked the flight loads for that day and the rest of the week. “There are seats on Saturday, but no guarantee that won’t change by then,” I told him. He was dismayed- he needed to get home so he could work. For me, I simply returned to my apartment that night.

Lesson from rule 4: Though you need to stay flexible, plan around holidays and other events that will impact flight loads, especially when you are trying to fly home for work.

Rule 5: Have a plan B.

Making the phone call to my dad that the trip to see family wasn’t going to happen was a hard one. Initially, that first flight of the day looked so promising, I hadn’t made a plan b. This is a rookie mistake! Before you get family or friends amped for your visit, and before you make non-refundable hotel reservations, consider as many back-up plans as possible. If you are planning your dream vacation and must have an exact itinerary, save up your money and don’t fly stand-by. However, a quick visit to see family for a non-holiday or non-major event (i.e. stand-by and being the maid of honor at a wedding may not be a good mix) or just a jaunt to a favorite city is a great use of a buddy pass.

But even so, have a backup. Sam’s unplanned backup became flying into a different airport and taking a bus in to his home town. This certainly wasn’t his initial plan, and he wasn’t thrilled about it, but it was the only reasonable way to get himself home by the time he needed to be at work. Also prepare the people you are coming to visit. Let them know it is dicey, and that they need to be flexible too. If they can’t wait around to maybe pick you up at the airport at any number of arrival times over the next three days, consider what ground transportation you can take, or if there is a nearby museum you can visit while you wait for a pickup.

Cheap hotel sites often will allow you to make reservations that you do not need to pay for in advance and can cancel up to a certain date. Double-check that date: they are often different depending on popularity of the hotel. Some will allow you to cancel on the same day- these are the best to hold on to. If you are feeling lucky, download the “Hotel Tonight” app to do a search for hotels once you land. And most importantly, prepare yourself emotionally. It is possible you will be the one most disappointed by your lack of a flight. Don’t give up- rebook your buddy pass if you don’t get on for a better time and date and try again! It will be worth it to make it to whatever destination you are dreaming of!

Lesson from rule 5: Backup your backup plan with another plan B. He who is prepared prevails!


Temples, Toilets, and Tourist Traps

“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

WHENEVER I travel, I do my best to get lost in the culture, the experience, to travel just to travel, and worry less about seeing everything in the guidebook: quality, I suppose, over quantity. My stay in Tokyo, though, was extremely limited by time: a full day at the start, and half a day at the end. It is recommended to spend at least two weeks in Japan, soaking in her rich history and tasting so much of the culture, yet my limited work vacation only allotted one week total. For me to see anything felt like cramming in everything.


If you see nothing else in Tokyo or Narita, visit the Buddhist (or Shinto) temples. Outside each temple you’ll find the wares of peddlers, varying in quality depending where you might be. Narita’s temple (above) has only one row of sellers, and of them none tempted me to drop my Yen. You can get to the Narita temple with a 20 minute walk from the bus station, meandering through city streets and tourist minded walkways. Before you get to the temple is your best chance for little gifts or snacks.

However, the Senso-ji temple (below) in Tokyo (off the Asakusa subway line) has rows and rows of “nicer” souveniers and tasty vittels. I stopped at one booth for “buns”: sweet breads with various fillings. I chose a sesame bun with a plumb filling that I dream of to this day- and it cost me 500 Yen (about 5 cents). That isn’t to say that either place’s peddlers captures true Japanese art or culinary fare.

Temple and Tents

The art, though, is in the historic buildings and the ceremonies that still take place within. Approaching Senso-ji temple, I was one among throngs of visitors, despite over a foot of snow falling just two days prior and forcing the city to its knees. Shoulder to shoulder we meandered to and from each booth and to the temple.


Ironically, the temple was meant for quiet meditation. Still, to wander the busy grounds was impressive, though as I attempted a quiet moment with Buddha here I was interrupted repeatedly with Buddhists and non-Buddhists alike, taking pictures and rushing about me. I gave up my quiet moment of meditation, but felt inspired and moved by the beauty of the statuary.

Fountain Temple 2

At each temple, there is the same cleansing tradition: wafting incense smoke over your head (much like I have seen in Native American traditions) and washing of your hands via an ornate fountain. Narita’s temple (above) was much smaller and less ornate, but in that simplicity I found more beauty.


The Narita temple also has fewer crowds, to be sure. Not in the heart of the biggest of the cities helps keep the masses at bay, but if a traveler has a layover in Narita, this is the temple to see. The colors in the ornate pagoda outside the main temple room are stunning. Only revived three times, and the last in the 19th century, the colors alone make the visit worth it. Bright reds and blues and greens stun the eye, and almost distract one from the ornate woodwork carved over each door.


There are things I saw that were beautiful, though I didn’t understand completely. In Buddhist tradition, it is expected that one remove his or her shoes upon entering the temple itself. This is often associated with both Japanese and Hawaiian cultures, but to enter a temple room with shoes on is an act of disrespect. This, I assume, had something to do with the rattan shoes tied up outside the entrance.

Bell and Temple

What amazed me most about the Narita temple was that I stumbled upon a Buddhist ceremony. I stood at the entrance, peered inside the best I could, but the purposefully reflective glass left me only to listen to the chants and catch an occasional burst of flame from the ceremonial fire behind the alter. With respect I wished not to enter the temple to make it a tourist event; I am not much of a practicing Buddhist (yet) and preferred to instead listen briefly and move on. As I walked away from the doorway I came across the above photo, a monk who rang the bell to signify the end of the ceremony. I was taken aback by the richness of color of what he wore, juxstaposed with his paper face mask. He stood so silently and still until just the right moment.


If you are privy to written Japanese, you can purchase a fortune paper, make your wish, then tie it up on railings like these. If it had been almost any other language I happily would have made the purchase. Kanji, however, is lost on me. There does exist a “tour” in Tokyo that teaches the art of kanji. On my next trip, to be sure, I will visit that.

Boat and Bay

In my short time galavanting around the city I fell happily into every tourist trap I could find. Off the same Asakusa line as the Senso-ji temple, you can find touristy things galore. I attempted the Sky Tree, which stands at 2,080′. It acts as a broadcasting tower, but is most commonly known for its view of the entire city. On the particular day I attempted to visit it, high winds after the snowstorm prevented it from opening. Instead, I took a Tokyo Bay tour. Initially, I purchased a round trip ticket, fearing I wouldn’t find my way back otherwise. However, I recommend that if you do it, only go one way. It’s a fun alternative to the subway, and a better tour than a bus, but there are much better things to see in the city.


For example, toilets. The hotel bathrooms (a common example is above) are small, but toilets are a fascinating experience. Tokyo toilets are clean, tidy, HEATED, and of course most feature a bidet option. For many Westerners, this is an odd experience, but believe it or not, it’s certainly part of the trip. The first Western toilet I used after (sadly at LAX) was a sobering reminder that we do not, in fact, have heated seats, pristine toilets, or washing options. Coming from a ski town, this is an investment I believe we all want.

Flipping through my guidebook now I see a zillion other things I need to return for. A week is hardly enough time, but if we take the approach of quality over quantity, and soak in the richness of each moment, that week will be immeasureably worthwhile.

Building Blocks: Language barriers and the cultural experience

 The importance of communication never weighed on me so heavily as when I landed in Tokyo, Japan this February. Ironically, I had spent the ten plus hour journey from Seattle, Washington to my vacation destination reading a memoir about being an outcast from American society because the author grew up speaking only Spanish. The isolation he shared by not being proficient in the dominant language was not lost on me that trip.

Excitedly, I read news headlines about a massive snowstorm covering the island. Japan, a dream snowboarding destination for me, was apparently living up to its nickname of “Japow.” But what I didn’t realize in my nervous pre airplane boarding excitement was that too much snow meant the entire southern area would shut down. At the airport in Tokyo, my high school friend would be waiting for me, ready to guide me through the snowy cityscape, and then send me off to enjoy the snow the way God had intended: by snowboarding.

Almost a foot of snow dropped in less than 24 hours, disrupting every type of transport you can imagine. When I landed at Henada, the reality of the storm became more real. “Alison,” the message read, “there are no trains. I can’t get to you. You’re on your own.” The snow had come, which meant my translator and guide couldn’t.

Panic. Absolute and complete panic. I didn’t know much more Japanese than hai and arigato gozaimasu. I certainly couldn’t read the language, and now navigating to my hotel put me into a state of frenzy. Sweat pooled on my lower back and a sickly taste of dear-god-what-do-I-do-now covered my tongue. Deep breath. I did what I had to do- I sucked it up and asked for help.

After navigating through immigration and gathering my bags in the efficient and clean airport, I managed to find the information desk, open even this late at night and filled with friendly, helpful, mostly English speaking helpers. It’s as though the government anticipated moron Americans to just appear in their country and not speak a word of the language. I was directed how to find my accommodations, and, after struggling to check in with my concierge and get my internet connection to work so I could contact my friend Brigg, I flicked on the television for some comfort.


I anticipated this, but I hoped for something different–no English channels, of course. Always the cultural anthropologist, I was intrigued with what Japanese TV had to offer. I opened my vending machine beer and sat back to watch a live sumo wresting match, which turned into a variety show with the winner singing terribly along with ten or so young women. This was followed by commercials for toupes for women, dental surgery, and finally the Olympics.

The next morning my options were to cry in my room (which, to be honest, I nearly did) or to see the city I flew 14 hours to be in. Breakfast was served downstairs, and I noticed immediately the stares of my fellow guests. Being in a more residential area than tourist area (it was cheap and on the subway line), I happened to be the only non-business person. And the only non-Japanese person. And the only woman. I could feel the awkward sideways glances as I made my coffee and filled my plate halfway with a hard boiled egg and unfamiliar pastry. (The egg, by the way, turned out the be the first of many, an obsession with Japanese eggs I will resume later).

I nabbed a subway map as I nervously trotted out the door. One of the day concierge spoke just enough English to point to the temple I wished to see. The girls at the front desk tried with supreme patience and kindness to help me; we even broke down once and used GoogleTranslate in desperation. My fear wasn’t subways- I’d been on subways a million times in Paris and DC and New York and London and Portland. But there, the languages weren’t kanji, and there I spoke the languages. Terrified I would get on a train and never return, I had to have faith that somehow I would find my way.

Subway Direction Sign

After fighting with the ticket machine (I still to this day have no idea what pass to purchase for the MAX in Portland–how would I know which to buy in Japan?), I ventured forth, thankful that signage now has English “subtitles,” generally spelled correctly and everything. I headed for the Asakusa area hoping to play tourist for the day going to the temple, the Sky Tree, the bay, and other various touristy areas.

Temple Statue

Once emerging from the subway, I meandered the city until I found the temple in question. Booths lined the way up to the temple steps, selling all sorts of goods and foods. I stopped for a sesame bun, ordering by pointing and smiling. The man behind the counter understood, though unamused with me, and took my money quickly. I remembered reading that Japanese don’t eat and walk (unlike us fast-paced Americans) so I paused at an orange tree and statue to eat. I wish I knew what the statue represented, but it held some significance regarding the orange tree. I think.


The grounds were beautiful, and occasionally I would catch a family quietly speaking English, or a translator guiding a group and explaining the sites. I leaned in, gleaning what I could, soaking in the only familiar language I could, but otherwise meandered through ancient history and a culture so different from anything I’d ever known. Red flags waved in the snowy breeze proclaiming something of importance, but what I had no idea. I spent my time photographing the Buddah statue and the pagoda and the memorials and the bells and the water features. It was afternoon by the time I realized I hadn’t truly spoken in hours.

Subway Sign

Back on the trains I felt even more of an outsider. I had never been so outside of my comfort zone, or my cultural zone. The Japanese tend to be silent in their public transportations, which lent me more time to consider my surroundings, but also more time to feel completely isolated. The subway trains in Tokyo, especially in the center districts, seem to be constantly packed with locals. I saw only a few other tourists mixed in, but each disappeared into new destinations. The only English I overheard was from announcements for the upcoming location.

Shopping District

After a boat tour and finding the Asahi brewery, I found my way to the shopping district. The streets close to autos on Sunday afternoons, allowing pedestrian traffic to take over the area. High-end shopping lined the quiet, snow-filled streets, only separated by noodle houses and other tourist-minded restaurants. I found a Yoshinoya, but couldn’t bring myself to eat there. Instead, I manged at a quiet Japanese noodle house underground, listening for longer than my meal lasted to the American and Brit talking over their dinner. I missed conversation so much, I was tempted to just jump into their table and beg for words.


Language is what connects us, but is also what isolates us. I cannot imagine how difficult it must be to live in a country where you don’t speak the language fluently enough to communicate with the outside world, watching families and groups gather and yet you stand alone, unable to connect to others.

When I finally left Tokyo for Sapporo the next morning, I stood in a long line for check in while the air line representatives shouted long, commanding sentences at us, grabbing people in line who raised their hands intermittently, whilst I had no clue what was happening. I just stayed in line and hoped. I would never change my experience in Japan– my lack of language has infinitely changed how I perceive the world, and how thankful I am for being able to communicate.

It is foolish and arrogant for anyone to assume a foreign country will speak English. Though it is a common language, it is not the most used language nor the only language. The Japanese were very accommodating, but I am humbled by the experience, and am currently investing in Japanese language courses, because I do plan to go back next year.