5 nights in Tokyo back in 2003ish (from another Asian country so not too long of a flight).
I started to feel unwell en route to the airport and had a throat full of razor blades by the time we landed.
This was pre smartphones so we just had a guidebook and found most travel really confusing as nothing was labelled in a way that was comprehensible to the casual visitor. Fair enough, but hard work. smartphones would probably have made no difference anyway as our phones didn’t work on the Japanese network anyway despite working everywhere else we travelled.
By the next morning I was so hot my face was fire engine red. After enquiring about a pharmacy/doctor at the hotel desk we got given directions to a hospital down the road. This turned out to be the fanciest looking private hospital I have ever seen. Thick carpets everywhere and a grand piano in the lobby. They were very suspicious that we were medical tourists and made us wait for hours next to the piano until I uncontrollably vomited all over the shag pile. Then, I was very speedily enrolled in the Japanese medical system (had the card for years after) and seen by a doctor who gave me antibiotics for tonsillitis.
Couldn’t eat any of the lovely food due to pain until almost the end of the trip then had a SESSION on the sashimi. A highlight.
After feeling poorly for most of the trip we decided to have a proper night out on our last night and spent most of our cash. Tried to get some out of the cash machine on the way back to the hotel but, alas, it was locked as the cash machines kept business hours. Had an early flight to catch the next morning and luckily scraped enough change together for the subway fare to the terminus where the airport trains depart from. Unfortunately, the ticket machines at the subway station would not take our small change and the desk was unmanned as out of business hours. We ended up leapfrogging the gates and just getting on the train. Because, surely, the cash machine would be working at the main train terminus…
Of course it fucking wasn’t because it was still out of business hours. Ok, never mind we spotted a human being at a desk. Great! Pay for our tickets by card! But no. No accepting non Japanese cards at the station that takes all the tourists to the airport. Wait for the cash machine to get unlocked and miss your flight. To my shame, I may have completely exploded and been ‘that foreigner’ but by this point I was desperate to get the hell out of there. We were allowed on the train on the proviso we paid at the other end and were escorted off at the other end by the police who sat me in an office with them whilst my other half ran madly off to get some money out of a working airport cash machine. But before he could do that he had to run back to get his passport because he wasn’t allowed off the station and into the airport without showing his passport to someone.
Enter airport eventually, endure massive queues, get on plane by the skin of our teeth. Never been back (but not on purpose, I’d go back tomorrow and smash another kilo of sashimi).