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... make my day a misery.
As I'm about to sit down I hear a scream from the door and there I see Amy, screaming at me with joy. She told me that she only just happened to glance across the street. The window I was plonking my **** next to had those matte stickers obscuring visibility inside the shop partially, and only my hair was visible above it. She recognised my wild brown hair instantly, and with wild abandon ran across the street into the shop. Reena hadn’t seen me ...
Since we had sushi yesterday, I was really craving some authentic Japanese ramen. I messaged one of my friends working in Japan if he wanted to meet up for dinner and we met up in Shibuya district.
Before meeting up, we wanted to check out a temple in the Asakura district. There is a large gate showing the entrance of the temple grounds. There is a long row of market-like shops from the big gate to the temple itself. These ...
... too far from the station, arriving before 12.00. Check-in time is officially 15.00 and we thought we might have to drop our bags and hang around until then before we could access our rooms. However, the lovely people here let us into one room and brought us the key for the second room, when it was ready. We were both very tired and so had a shower and a sleep until 18.30 when we roused ourselves and went looking for a little restaurant ...
... openers in your carry-on. The woman tried to explain that we could return to the check-in desk to check it through but Betsy opted to just leave it in the box of other confiscated items at the end of the belt. We'd have to be on the prowl for a new one once we got to Tokyo.
Because we were only flying to Kobe it seemed like once we took off we were already coming down. I thought we'd remain on the plane for the short layover but everyone had to get off. Then we waited at ...
... to Provence, but he wanted to marry me. I gave him a fake number...I had only had to do that twice in my life. After being stared at by young people in their black dresses and men in their Lacoste polos, I felt increasingly out of place. A frosty sounded good, though. I ended my night in Tokyo with a coffee-jelly vanilla frosty. The jelly was not sweetened-it was just coffee flavored. Amazing, but this would never fly in the U.S.
By 11 pm, I had ...