Toyoko Inn Ikebukuro Kita-Guchi 2
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... food items, octopus on a stick, yam fries ( I tried those, but they weren't very good). It was crowded. We did some more shopping, got our fortunes again at the temple, I got a bad one again. What's up with that? For lunch, we found a little soba shop on a side street to eat at. Kylie did great at translating. The menu was all in Japanese, no pictures. Most places have pictures of the food so it's easy to order. This restaurant had no ...
... so obviously we are all listening. However some of his humour does get lost in translation. He was describing the location of a hotel in Lake Hakone where some of the tour participants were staying overnight. He explained that they would have to swim to the hotel from the cable car, obviously being funny, however a Spanish family in the front of the bus were quite confused and after a few minutes asked him to clarify. He had to explain that is was a joke, the rest ...
We arrived in Japan and instantly became tourists!!! We had no idea how to get from the airport to our hotel....we didn't quite realise it was a 2hr journey into Tokyo!!
We managed to get ourselves a ticket to somewhere and get on a train....then the train dropped us off at a massive station and we were so lost....we must of been looking very lost too because a nice American girl befriended us and got us onto the train we needed to be on.....onto the ...
... to be expected in over crowded Japan.
Our group departed for the welcoming dinner at nearly 8:30 PM (the difference in time equivalent to all night staying up until 5:30 AM in Cottonwood). The other two
folks who'd arrived at the same time as me were suffering from jet
lag, but the excitement must have suffused me – chipper, no
sleepiness on my part. Steve directed us to a nice little whole in
the wall basement restaurant for ...
Fear and trembling is a good way to describe the way men look as I approach the bar in a club. They avert their eyes, they scatter.
I see a sense of alarm and dread pass over their faces as I approach, towering over them. Suddenly, there is no longer a queue to ask for a drink.
As I ask for a beer, the barman hesitates and looks doubtful before passing over the wine glass. My sausage ...