Tuesday day was mostly spent ambling around the streets of the Shinjuku shopping district looking for tatty amusing gifts, particularly so-called 'Engrish' items where an often english-style name may have rather poorly chosen for a product with hilarious results. I shan't give anything away but some of you may be receiving some rather excellently named foodstuffs upon my return. It seems, however, that better consideration of such matters takes place these days and I was sadly unable to find myself any comedy clothing, but I hope to have more luck in other parts of the country. Also, it proper heaved it down as the day drew on - a rather worryingly increasing trend. The last few days have started off sunny and got greyer and the daily greys are gradually descending into blacks. The monsoon season isn't due to kick in until mid June so I do hope it isn't coming early.
As it was my final night in Tokyo, it was felt a night out in Roppongi was in order. Oh, where to begin. I already understood that Roppongi was the rather seedier side of Tokyo but nothing prepared me for what I found in these streets. I don't want to go into too much detail as I know who will be reading this blog but suffice to say our best choice of the evening was leaving the area, and our worst was to return. I certainly have some tales to tell but I shall be sharing these with a more selected audience. Perhaps I'll edit this post when I'm more recovered (I am currently writing this on the train to Kyoto the following day) so keep checking back if you wish to hear more.
If you forgot some of the details of that night/morning out i'll be happy to fill them in for you
Hey Jez how's it going, I just came back to Rotterdam and feeling quite shitty, haven't really had any sleep for about 36 hours, and am sad to have left the beautiful land of the rising sun (and pouring rain) behind. Hope to hear from you soon, i'll be checking out your blog often. Have fun!