The plan was to find Sushi.. (didnt quite happen!)
So like a proper tourist, had a fresh, loaded my wallet, stashed the camera and found the hotel lift.
Stepped out into the moisty-warm 2am air and saw the bright lights of a noodle place still open.
The street were in a stillness I was glad to see after the hustle and flow of a mad day of taxi’s, presentations, handshakes, smiles and etiquette.
So humbling to be around people that are so much more polite than Im used to back home. It makes a difference.
Not that people are all rude in the bits.. just seems like there is an inherent cultural desire to make others feel at ease in Japan.. (even though alot of peeps seem to kill dem selves with working some ridiculous hours!)
As I draw closer I remember seeing my mate Aki pay for food at a machine with numbers and Kanji figures (Japanese ) all over it. This was the closest I have come to playing the lottery for ages ‘cos I couldnt read a rass of what was on this machine but knew I had to eat sutten!
The Daytime heat is so intense its hard to eat.. all about replacing all that water that seeps out of you like a turkey basting! It was now or never!
In went the 1000 yen and as I asked the universe to guide me to the right choice.. out came a ticket.. and a load of other shrapnel coins with holes in.
I ‘bowled’ in stepping past too dudes tucking into some bowls of what looked seriously eat-able and prayed that the ticket I held was gonna deliver me something equally as bellyfull-able. Its not about gettin a belly ache in Tokyo, dats long..!
‘Konbanwa’ My attempt to greet the dude, busy hustling a cloth to a tray, surrounded by steam and metal.
“Eigo?” theres no English coming out this dudes mouth and Im too hungry to guess..
Ticket is yours what do I win..!
Wasnt too bad.. apart from the egg floating in it, as Im not a fan of raw eggs but I was in Shibuya in a noodle shop in Tokyo and there was no favourite chicken or yum yums jerk to hand so it was what it was..
“Itadakemas” – Munch, slurp, wipe.. (keep it clean!) Left the egg but the noodles, spring onion (and whatever meat that was) got destroyed..
Decided I couldn’t eat all those carbs then jus go sleep so the walk was on again..
Up a hill, past a boxing club.. (maybe where the UFC guys were going.. need to check that!)
To a post office! What is a post office doing open this time of nite!
10 stamps (but no post cards.. even stranger..) keep walking..!
This jet lagg is still messin wiv me..! No lie, I had to do a google search to work out what day it was…
Eff that.. 2moro Im stayin out all night till ah mornin..
Shop, Snacks, juice.. time to head back..









































