The day of travel - the flight journey

I was there sitting, all covered in a blanket, the AC's temperature was too low maybe. I was not shivering, but it was cold all around. There was no network, as you know at such height, there is no signal. It was my second time on a flight and first international travel, I never ever travelled all alone, never crossed any road on my own. However here I was, in the middle of a few hundred persons, travelling kilometres away, far away from everyone. I was way too exhausted and scared to even feel excited, and since I was scared or too shy to even operate the small screen they gave us for movies, I was left with nothing to do. I sat there gazing at my mobile phone, it was a mail from my professor there in Japan, wishing me a good luck. I was way too tired to react, for from last 2-3 days I was not able to sleep properly. I don't remember when I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was there sleeping on the shoulder of my co-passenger, I felt a little awkward, and nervously I lifted my head, still asleep, and so longed to be with my acquaintances who can pamper me!
Suddenly, there was this voice, I was sleepy, I don't remember what it was, probably the person said, you can sleep. And, I just slept over my co-passengers shoulder for the whole journey, next I remember is me waking up, while there was some announcement about the landing. I looked around, and I felt that known a warm smile on his face. I felt bad for causing a random person so much trouble. We landed, I wanted to thank the person, but I had to head over to Hiroshima through a domestic flight while he went to board his next international flight, and it was all in so much hurry that I never had the chance to really thank the guy. I sat there on the Tokyo airport, talking back home, still hungry, since in flight I didn't eat anything, it was probably afternoon in India and I had not eaten a proper meal since last noon. After I spoke with everyone back at home, I felt hungry, it was the time to board the next flight. still without food. I was there finally in Hiroshima, now I was scared, I had to eat, but still, wait I was supposed to board a bus to Saijo station, from where my Japanese support student was going to pick me up. I went there on reception, asking how to get the bus, he showed me an electronic machine for getting a ticket but wait that was in Japanese, the person saw my anxiousness and helped me get in the bus. While I was travelling through the bus, it was seven past fifteen, cold, dark and unknown, going to meet a bunch of unknown people.  Suddenly I saw upside and felt the same sky still here with me, the same green trees running behind, same as they were at my home, I felt something to be miles apart still with me.