Flight: Because of my hair and because I was using a laptop the Lufthansa stewardess thought I was Japanese. How very political correct. That master race issue must run pretty deep. HEIL. On the same theme they thought Marie was “einen Duetcher” which too holds well with the Arian master race.
First encounter with the strange middle-aged white man who seemingly appears to travel to Japan on “holiday” or Business”. No joke this guy seemed ok, got weird when he literally spoke 5 words to the Japanese stewardess “where do you come from” two hours later after a non-stop effort of trying to catch her eye. He offered her his business card. JapOphile count 1
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Arrived in Narita airport; First stop toilet!! Behind door number one; a hole in the floor, mmmm. I’ll try again please. And Behind door number two, behold the throne. This thing was an all singing, all dancing, all water jetting, all air-freshening, all seat warming (with temperature control). It even had a sensor to detect when you sat on it, so it could disperse a little stream of water to eliminate any embarrassing sounds. “Hey what about a courtesy flush”. Went well.
Waiting for the train to central Tokyo from the airport, feeling a bit thirsty. Had a look and there was kiosk at the end of the platform. So much stuff that I had no idea what they were. Not sure if I was feeling nostalgic or adventurous but I bought a can yes a can of whisky and water. Fucking disgusting (finished it though), Marie got green tea flavoured fizzy juice mmmm nice, not. Not sure if it was the whisky or the fact that we had been awake for around 35 hours, but when the train arrived all the people got out then the doors closed, and then chairs spun round so they faced the right way.
Some advice if you are going to be faced with the Tokyo underground for the first time, don’t do it with 50kg of luggage and a girlfriend who weighs 7 stone.
First encounter with the strange middle-aged white man who seemingly appears to travel to Japan on “holiday” or Business”. No joke this guy seemed ok, got weird when he literally spoke 5 words to the Japanese stewardess “where do you come from” two hours later after a non-stop effort of trying to catch her eye. He offered her his business card. JapOphile count 1
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Arrived in Narita airport; First stop toilet!! Behind door number one; a hole in the floor, mmmm. I’ll try again please. And Behind door number two, behold the throne. This thing was an all singing, all dancing, all water jetting, all air-freshening, all seat warming (with temperature control). It even had a sensor to detect when you sat on it, so it could disperse a little stream of water to eliminate any embarrassing sounds. “Hey what about a courtesy flush”. Went well.
Waiting for the train to central Tokyo from the airport, feeling a bit thirsty. Had a look and there was kiosk at the end of the platform. So much stuff that I had no idea what they were. Not sure if I was feeling nostalgic or adventurous but I bought a can yes a can of whisky and water. Fucking disgusting (finished it though), Marie got green tea flavoured fizzy juice mmmm nice, not. Not sure if it was the whisky or the fact that we had been awake for around 35 hours, but when the train arrived all the people got out then the doors closed, and then chairs spun round so they faced the right way.
Some advice if you are going to be faced with the Tokyo underground for the first time, don’t do it with 50kg of luggage and a girlfriend who weighs 7 stone.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?!?
So found our hostel, pretty shit. The room was nice though, so Japanese, with mats and low tables and beds.
I am going to collect photos of all the toilets that I use. This one was that horrible peach colour that we had in the 80’s. an enigma was why did it have a sink and a tap at the top of the cistern. Behold when you flush the toilet the tap runs so you get to wash your hands with cold toilet water.
Went out for dinner: went to a Japanese restaurant. (Japanese in style but also in attitude). They had no English we had no clue. Being a vegetarian in Japan is a nightmare. We got some noodle soup mines had a massive battered prawn floating in it. And when I say massive I mean massive about 15 cm long. To eat the noodle soup we got yes you guessed it chopsticks. Figure that one out! We sort of looked around nervously at what everyone else was doing. Around half an hour later we finished. And then realised that you buy a ticket from the vending machine outside to pay for you soup. They were really nice to us, well to our face anyway. “?!Stupid white people with big eyes and thin hair!?”.
I am going to collect photos of all the toilets that I use. This one was that horrible peach colour that we had in the 80’s. an enigma was why did it have a sink and a tap at the top of the cistern. Behold when you flush the toilet the tap runs so you get to wash your hands with cold toilet water.
Went out for dinner: went to a Japanese restaurant. (Japanese in style but also in attitude). They had no English we had no clue. Being a vegetarian in Japan is a nightmare. We got some noodle soup mines had a massive battered prawn floating in it. And when I say massive I mean massive about 15 cm long. To eat the noodle soup we got yes you guessed it chopsticks. Figure that one out! We sort of looked around nervously at what everyone else was doing. Around half an hour later we finished. And then realised that you buy a ticket from the vending machine outside to pay for you soup. They were really nice to us, well to our face anyway. “?!Stupid white people with big eyes and thin hair!?”.
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