Epilogue?

So... life hit fairly hard when I disembarked, so my head's already moved off of the trip somewhat, so I'm not sure what kind of wrap up throughts I may collect.
There are a couple of quick things:
More food on the return trip, but less sleep. No wifi, no easy access to entertainment. Just as empty as the my voyage to Italy. This time, with a picture!
I'm not lonely. You're lonely!
Lots of walking around the plane than I've ever seen on an intercontinental voyage and I've been on a couple!
I did end up experimenting with the bidet. I can't help but feel that's something you need a mentor to really show you the ropes on - at least the proper cleanup afterwards. I can understand why they're not available in the public bathrooms I was in.
And speaking of which, are toilet seats a US phenomenon? Or only for ladies?
Pretty typical situation in public. 

I've run out of thoughts now, but here are a couple of thousand word images that might be worth a look.

An imperial seagull reviewing his domain. 





























Most trains didn't have graffiti.

Exceptions prove rules? 
Tiberius was here.

This was a simple Imperial homestead. 

I... there's nothing more to see here.
Go home. 

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