All is well that ends well - Part One

It's been quite a while since I posted on this blog last, but I've got a funny story to share with you today which I think is perfect to mark my comeback to the blogging world. 

It happened a week and two days ago, on May 23rd, the next day I flew back to Japan from a biz trip to Guam. 

My business associate and I safely landed at Narita Airport on Sunday evening at around 7:30 pm. Assuming that I would be held up at the airport even with the fast-track procedure through MySOS app, I had booked a hotel near Haneda Airport to stay overnight, intending to hop on a flight back early next morning so that I could report to work in the afternoon. 

I am basically an early bird and have no problem getting up early so I saw no problem with the flight schedule departing at 7:20 am. 

Indeed, there was no problem UNTIL I actually got to Terminal 2 - more precisely, UNTIL I attempted to check in my bag with the automated baggage check-in machine thingy. 

The problem came to light when I held my e-ticket over the sensor after putting my suitcase as instructed. 
I was assuming it would be processed with no major hiccup but the screen says: 

"We're terribly sorry, but we cannot check in your bag. Please contact the agent nearby for further assistance."

... What?

Discombobulated, I scanned the floor for 'the agent nearby,' and sought the 'further assistance,' and she said, 

"Oh, I'm afraid you are in the wrong terminal, ma'am. Yours is a code-share flight with Starflyer so it departs from Terminal 1."

... WHAT???

From that moment on, my brain started spinning like a wheel trying to work out ways to get to Terminal 1 as fast as possible.  Sadly, however, never had been a frequent flyer nor familiar with the airport structure, the means of transport between terminals that I know of were either the shuttle bus or the Keikyu Line, neither of which seemed feasible at that point considering the wait between trains. 

I actually went up and down the escalator between the arrival floor and the departure floor more than once, huffing and puffing, sweating like crazy. I must have looked VERY weird to the airport police on the lookout for any suspicious people/attempts amid US President Joe Biden's visit. (I wasn't stopped by the police, thank goodness.)

It was literally a race against time and I was losing what little time that I had while I was waffling back and forth between the floors. 

(To be Continued)