Alliterative title aside, Tyler and I have had two VERY long days here in Tokyo. Our flight took off around 1 am at LAX, and our plan was to take a 5 hour energy and stay awake as long as possible to preemptively crush our Japanese jetlag. It worked for me, as I was still wide awake around 5, but little Tyler couldn't stay up past 3. I guess that separates the men from the boys.
Eleven hours later we touched down in Tokyo town at 5 am local time, sufficiently exhausted. We navigated through the metro to our hostel, which wasn't for another few hours, so we had to lug our luggage lugariously (that's not a word, I'm just trying to maintain my alliteracy, which is also not a word) for a few more hours. After our first meal consisting of a deep fried pork hot dog and a strange melon cream soda, we were free to drop off our luggage and explore the temples of Asakusa.
Here's where there's a little twist. After checking out the temple, I realized I had actually been here before. Long time readers might remember Hoshi, the American loving Japanese man who lost his life savings playing pachinko (weird Japanese slots) and took Grant and I to a revolving sushi bar. Well, it was right next to this temple! With a little expert intuitive navigation, I was able to track down the very same restaurant I went to, and four years later, I had another successful sushi meal. Arigato, Hoshi-san!
Other Tokyo adventures so far include trying our luck out on pachinko ( we actually won money somehow...), the fish market where we almost died getting run over, and a "maid" cafe, which we'll just equate to a Japanese hooters.
Also, I accidentally ordered raw horse flesh for breakfast. I don't want to talk about it.
As I'm writing this we're sitting in our hostel waiting for Tyler's Japanese connection, Hagi, to drive us to mount Fuji so we can begin our pilgrimage. His English isn't the best, so it should make for an interesting car ride.
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