When I boarded the bus to Mt. Fuji on Day 2 of my stay in Tokyo, I began to wonder about how tiny apartments could be in Japan.
The first evening in Shinjuku, we took the subway to the Tokyo station, from there to Yarakucho, and walked out of the station to Ginza, where we met a friend. Metros are convenient, yes, but they are also a complete puzzle for newcomers, all the stations on the station maps are written in Japanese, and the counters look like complicated video game consoles.We had to ask a few people (who spoke only Japanese, of course) before we managed to figure out (with lots of gestures and bows)how to get our tickets. I did manage to get my hands on a English Tokyo Subway Map, and I stuck to that for dear life for the rest of my stay.
I’m in Tokyo for 3 more days, and while I had a wonderful weekend exploring Japan, writing about it will have to wait till I’m done with my trip.
Hate blog memes, but when Sharon tagged me for this one, it was a more than welcome opportunity to write about Yvonne Foong. I met her at Seksan’s readings, and like most others, at first I only saw a pretty, diminutive girl. It was only when I heard her speak, and realized that the only…
A river begins its journey in high places, running and dancing on its way down, skimming through rocks, lazing in pools, delighting in its own momentum. As it hits the plains, however, the river pauses to consider, slows down a little, thinks before it moves on