Our flight arrived at 07:30, and our connection was delayed until 11.30. Normally this would’ve entailed heated conversations, stress and accusations, but this was Japan. A bow, a sincere apology, a quick service recovery and we were on our way, two hours delayed but nonetheless happy. Because it was a crisp morning, sun was out, we were eight hours away from our offices and, as with most Japanese airports, Haneda had observation decks to sit down and look at the comings and goings. Hear that, Gatwick.