I had several frightening experiences on my first night in Tokyo. The first scary thing happened when I walked into the airport. Even though I have traveled extensively before, I have always been able to read the signs. This time was different. When I looked around the airport, I realized that I couldn't even tell where to go because I could not understand any of the signs. When I finally got through customs, I took a huge bus to the downtown airport. On the way I saw many soldiers carrying rifles and it made me nervous. When the bus finally arrived at the downtown airport I had to look for a taxi. Because it was now very late, there were only a few around. Finally I found one and gave the driver written directions to the convent where I would be staying. The driver looked angry and I became uneasy again. An hour later we arrived at the convent. The driver took my bags to the door and knocked loudly, but no one answered. He said something to me in Japanese which, of course, I didn't understand. Then he pointed to a telephone nearby and to my purse. I opened it and gave him some money. I waited nervously while he made a call. A few moments later he took me back to the door of the convent where Sister Suzanne was now waiting. Her friendly face made me forget the bad experiences I had had that night.