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... for the day, MOPPING! Talk about a cleanly culture.
We walked through a big panda head in order to get into one store in Chinatown that was pretty cool and then we walked upstairs to a restaurant. This restaurant did not have menus but instead you pick what you want on a vending machine, insert your money and a ticket is issued to you. You then take the ticket to the counter where a cook takes it and prepares your food. Pretty cool!
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... and to be honest, after fighting to stay awake at one too many Toronto Blue Jay games, I wasn't expecting much. The slow-as-molasses game isn't much different but the action in the stands is captivating. I don't know if it was a typical game but the respective team fans were on opposite sides of the stadium and in the ultimate show of Japanese politeness, one group would chant, cheer, wave flags, and sing fairly involved songs for the entire time their team was batting, and ...
Japanese T.V. became my best friend. When I wanted the remote I crawled to the box that had become my table. I was rarely upright, because no surface in my apartment was over one foot high. I squirmed around the apartment like an insect in its hovel. I felt like a pet rabbit whose cage door had been left open, but who was too scared to explore the big bad world outside. Empty plates and clothes piled up around my futon. My cell began to resemble a drug addicts ...