Airport
One of the first things that struck me (apart from the poster of blue cheese that said “decay”) when I deplaned at Narita was how efficient and organized the Japanese were. Little did I realize that this was “shades of things to come”. Everyone is split into one of two categories depending on where in the world you just came from. You either go straight through towards the main customs desks or off to a separate health inspection which they frighteningly (yet apropos) call “Quarantine”.
