Although most of my day was grueling and painful, it was also wonderful. We had dinner with Derin, Sachiko, Zack and Bob at a tiny little sushi bar in the middle of an alley somewhere downtown. The chef sent us rounds of whatever Sachiko sweet-talked him into and we got little bowls of mysterious dishes and soups that I would never have thought to try. Including the "scrapple of the vegetable world." Oh where was Tony Bourdain? No mountain rectum, but some kind of gray speckled aspic never made it close to my tongue because the solid rubbery mass squeaked and bounced off my teeth.
Yikes.
Businessmen are ubiquitous and drunk. Commuter trains are packed to bursting after 11 PM. Pachinko parlors are a second home to men in suits. Already we have seen one man so inebriated on the train his face was smashed against the seat. But everyone is impeccably dressed. Tomorrow morning I may have to forgo Tsukiji market for clothes shopping so I don't get looks for being sloppy. I can never remember which one to use in time: "Su mi ma sen" or "Go men na sai!"
But the people are friendly, the sushi is orgasmic and our hotel room is far more luxurious than I had expected.
2 comments:
So glad to know you're safe and doing well!!! I can't wait to see more pictures.
*squeal* Yay! You are there! I hope you have an amazing time miss!!
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