After two weeks of a lot of fun, it was time to head home. I told the doorman that we were flying on ANA, so he told our taxi driver we needed to go to terminal 1. We got our luggage out, got our tickets checked, went through security, and then found out that we were at the wrong terminal. ANA only checks in at terminal 3. No problem, right? Just walk a bit two terminals away, right? Nope. Terminal 3 was three miles away. We got into another taxi and told him where we were going. As we left the terminal I asked him to use the meter and he said it was a flat rate. I asked how much the rate was and he said 500 pesos. I said, “No way. Let us off here. It shouldn’t be more than 200 pesos.” Then he said that it’s illegal to stop there and that he’d take us back to the terminal. A block later he said, “How about 400 pesos?” I replied, “Nope. That’s too much.” A block later we were approaching the u-turn and he said, “How about 200 pesos.” I agreed and we got to our terminal for exactly how much I wanted. After dozens of taxi drivers trying to swindle us throughout the trip, it was a good way to end it.
Our final flight would be on the new 787 Dreamliner. It was a pretty cool plane, if you haven’t read about it already. Angela and I played multiplayer Tetris, chatted with each other, and watched a few movies. The flight wasn’t really any different than normal flights, but I loved all the little details. There was tons of legroom and seats were wide. There was plenty of headroom as well.