Day 13, Saturday

We spent most of Saturday laying around our apartment, playing video games, surfing the Internet and writing extremely long blog posts.

I got an email from Seiya in the afternoon letting me know of a party that was happening in Shibuya in the evening to celebrate Shino, a local messenger’s win at the World Championship in Toronto a couple of weeks ago. I emailed back to let him know we’d be there and Jermaine and I got ready to go.

We thought they were meeting at some restaurant, Hot Pepper, which was awesome since we hadn’t eaten all day, but when we got to the area described in the email, there were no restaurants by that name around. We were lost, but noticed a huge number of track bikes locked up in this one area. We decided to hang around until someone else showed up, and follow them to wherever they went. When the next dude arrived and locked up, we tracked him to a downstairs bar where we were greeted at the door by the apprentice frame builder we’d met at Kalavinka last week. Score! He ran up and said, “Do you remember me?” “Yes!”

This is “Young Buck,” the apprentice at Kalavinka:

We got his name, but in the excitement of the evening, we’ve lost it again. I’ll ask Seiya the next time I see him. He was amazingly nice to us, and even though Kalavinka isn’t taking orders for the next three months, said he’d talk to the craftsman and see if he’d take Jermaine’s measurements and do a pre-order for us.

No one else that we knew was there yet, so we ordered a couple of drinks and hung around the bar making small talk with each other. People were curious about us, and a photographer came up to take Jermaine’s photo, but no one talked to us, at this point. Soon, Seiya arrived and, kind of, vouched for us, and at that point (with some alcohol lubrication) people started to warm up to us and we made more friends.

They showed a video they’d created at the Worlds, showing Shino’s victory, and everyone cheered.

Then, Seiya introduced us around and Jermaine re-met GoGo, who he’d originally met at the NACCC in SF last year.

We also met Junko’s Husband, and Gunung clothing co-founder, Atsushi and Joji, a messenger who will go to ID school in NYC:

After just a couple of drinks on an empty stomach it became clear that I needed some food, or else, so we headed down the street for some pasta. Pasta in Japan is an experience not to be missed when visiting. I’ve never been to Italy, so I’ve not had it from its source, but I can’t imagine pasta tastes much better anywhere else. Even at a crappy diner, the pasta is ALWAYS good.

I got pesto pasta with mozzarella and tomato:

And Jermaine ordered the three cheese meat pasta:

Here he is adding hot oil to his pasta:

Once we’d finished eating, we went back to the party and met more awesome people, including Yutaka, who is trying to get us the tattoo hookup:

He knows a world-famous tattoo artist (and has some of his work) who will be staying in the Tokyo area next week, and is trying to work out a time when we might be able to get some work done. This is an incredible opportunity to get something really beautiful and traditional done. I’m very excited.

Jermaine and I were scheduled to meet with Kayoko at Shinjuku at 9:30pm, before heading to the Alleycat, so we had to leave the party and get on the train!

Once we got to Shinjuku Chuo Park, it was pretty easy to figure out where we were supposed to be, there must have been at least 50 people with bikes all in this one area. We ran into Yutaka and Joji again, and found Oliver.

This is Oliver:

He bought those yellow pants earlier that day, and not long after putting them on, was stopped by a photographer who wanted to take his picture for a fashion magazine! I like the yellow pants, too. He was sitting there with his sketch book, from which he pulled a drawing he’d done earlier that day of a scene in Tokyo. He’s quite a talented artist! Jermaine and I were both impressed with his line work.

Soon, the alleycat manifests were passed out and the participating riders gathered to listen to some rules and instructions:

I took pictures of some of the crazy bikes:

The kid who had this bike said it was a triathlon bike.

And, this is a close up of the stem on this one:

This is another interesting stem:

It’s adjustable, in case you bike is too short? I dunno. Anyway, this is on a Cyclone, which we learned at Sexon earlier that week once was a part of 3Rensho, but in the 1970’s 3Rensho and Cyclone split. At that point, the quality of 3Rensho frames went down and they became more like a production frame. Therefore, if you can find a 3Rensho frame with the Cyclone stripes on the seat tube, they’re more desirable.

Once the kids left for the race, we kinda lost interest, and after I’d gotten up the courage to ask someone to ride their bike, we decided to take off from the park.

Me and Kai:

On the way back to the train station, Oliver skateboarded down this seriously skinny and steep path and then into traffic, scaring the hell out of me, everyone’s mom. He was fine, and had a great time, but after Jermaine told him he’d scared me, he apologized. It was cute.

Unfortunately, by the time we got to the train station, I had to pee really bad and kinda raced to the bathroom, leaving Oliver in the dust while he tried to refill his Suica pass. Finding himself alone, he conducted himself to his platform and home without me getting a chance to properly say goodbye. We’ll be leaving for Osaka on Monday, and he leaves for the same destination on Wednesday, meaning we’ll totally miss each other. He plans to stay there, I believe, so this was likely the last time we’ll see him on this trip. It was really nice getting to know him, he is a really sweet kid and I’m hoping that we’ll keep in touch. I’d like to know about his experiences as a farm worker in Japan, as well as his continuing adventures in Europe, where he’s headed later this year.

When Jermaine and I got back to Komagome, we stopped for a late dinner at Johnathan. I had the curry and he got the katsu, but my curry was too hot, so we switched dishes. That restaurant has this soba and black bean tea that I’m in love with. I’ll have to get someone to help me buy some before I leave. We went home and to bed after dinner.

Today, Sunday, it’s raining. I expect we’ll lay low today, eating and hanging out around the apartment. We need to clean and get ready for our trip to Osaka tomorrow. I don’t expect to take my laptop with me, so maybe no blog posts until Wednesday night/Thursday morning. Don’t worry! I’ll be back.


On an unrelated note:

I just wanted to toot my own horn for a second. I checked my grades a couple of days ago, and I discovered that I did pass my last two classes. This of course means that I have successfully graduated from my Master’s program, I have my MLIS, and I am now qualified to call myself a Librarian. For those who’re interested (mom, dad), my final GPA was a 3.63 (oh-yeah!).

Yay me!

Day 10, 11 and 12

Wow, I can be pretty lazy sometimes! Three days with no posts? New record!

Day 10, we went back to Sexon to see if Shingo had anything new, and he did! But, it was an Anchor Bridgestone, which everyone has, boo. We hung out there for a minute and then decided to walk around until we found Mexican food.

Now, walking around to find Mexican food in Seattle is pretty easy, you might have to walk a mile, tops. But, in Japan its a little different. At that point we had yet to see a single Mexican restaurant anywhere in Tokyo. Was this just a crazy death march, or were we going to find food? Who knew?

We walked past this brook:

And, this coffee bug:

We ended up walking from Shibuya to Ebisu, which is two train stations. In Japan, this is a long ways. I think it might have been three miles. Ebisu was really nice, a lot greener than most of Tokyo we’ve seen so far. And, it had the sought after Mexican food at a Texas-style restaurant/bar called Zest!


I got a burrito:

And, Jermaine ordered an enchilada:

We also got drinks, I had a melon drink, which was like a melon pina colada, and Jermaine had a surf rider, which was a grapefruit/cran and dita drink and a blue drink that was blue caracao/gin and tonic drink. The drinks were good, the food was an interesting Japanese take on the traditional dishes. They were good, but we both agreed it was the first time we’d left a Mexican restaurant and didn’t feel full. On our way back to the station, we passed another Mexican place that looked more authentic, and we plan to take Kayoko back there soon.

At the station, we stopped at the mall (which is always attached to the station) to get a roll cake for Shin’s birthday party in Chiba, which we were heading towards.

This is what the food level of a mall looks like in Japan:

I love cake.

Ok, anyway, we headed out to Chiba and met up with people at Deopt before heading to the Chinese restaurant for dinner. We met a whole bunch of people, and they were all awesome.

We were treated to authentic Chinese foods, and I can now report that I have eaten chicken gizzard, jelly fish and pig ear.

Chinese foods:

Good friends:


Seiya and Shin

Yohei and Seiya


Junko, Yohei’s Wife, Ako, Taisuke, me

Kazu, Junko and Yohei’s Wife


Jermaine taught everyone about “Jerry” and how back home we call our friends “Jerry” and say “Fuck you Jerry,” like you’d say “what’s up, homie?” So, we all started cheering, “Fuck you, Jerry!” along with the more standard, “Campai!” Which everyone kept asking Jermaine to say for them. There’d be a lull in the conversation and then Seiya or Shin would say, “Jerry, please say campai” and Jermaine would get a big grin on his face and yell out, “Campai!” Everyone would cheer and then all yell, “Fuck you, Jerry!” Priceless.

Fuck you, Jerry!

Then there were dumplings!

We tried a lot of new drinks that night, too, including a “Lemon Sour,” which was some kind of Japanese sake and lemon juice, a Mango drink, and some kind of Oolong tea and sake drink. I liked the Lemon Sour a lot.

Then there was pudding!

Shin eating almond tofu!

After cheering and toasting many times, and with the restaurant staff (we closed down the Chinese restaurant), we headed out to a “Stand up bar” which is exactly like how it sounds, a bar that is so small that you can only stand up.

We drank there for a while. The bar was really cute, and had a cycling theme. They had a poster for Pedal and a variety of other bike related artifacts. We were allowed to buy everyone a shot of tequila and at that point people started to get fairly loose. At one point Jermaine even wandered off for a minute and I got worried and sent out some people to find him. He was trying to clean off Kazu’s lock (something that the kids in the states do with their Kryptonite locks to make them look more plain and nicer-it also makes it easier to customize your lock with stickers and such) and I guess there were people around every time he tried to hit the lock on the ground to knock off this one part.

Anyway, by the time we left the last train of the night had come and gone, so Jermaine and I went to sit at Iicyu’s house for a minute before we headed back out to find a place that was open all night. We wanted to catch the first train back (at 4:41am) so we could sleep at home.

We found this British themed bar that served Belgian beers under the train tracks. They had two customers besides Jermaine and me, both were there to watch the Turkey/Germany footbol game they had playing on their bid screen tv.

British Bar:

Food, quail egg salad:

How we felt:

Day 11
We had high hopes for Thursday, high hopes. But, after spending all night out on Wednesday, Thursday was good, but maybe not as eventful as we’d hoped.

We slept until around 1:30pm, then got up, and met with Kai and Oliver in Shibuya. We ate at an Indian restaurant, got cash and bought discount tickets (like $5 less, but less) to Osaka for next week and then headed out for Keirin racing at the Tokyo dome.

We didn’t really know what we were getting ourselves into with the Tokyo dome. It was like a salute to the Japanese Olympic Cycling Team, and Oliver argues that the whole thing was rigged with the Japanese Olympic team member winning each race. It may have been, but it was fun nevertheless.

Much of it looked like this:

There was even a concert by some Japanese pop star. She wore a very shiny dress.

It was cool, but there wasn’t enough Keirin racing, so we may have to revisit this type of event, minus the Olympic team, later.

After that, we went to eat at a soba restaurant, and that’s all I will say about that.

We were supposed to meet Kayoko in Shibuya at midnight, so we went home to take a nap before heading out to that, but when we got home and into bed, leaving again seemed like a bad idea. We’d had a long night the day before, and if we’d gone out we would have had to repeat that whole thing. It would have lead to unhappiness. I’m glad we slept.

Day 12! Friday, we thought there was an Alleycat, but we read the date wrong, and it’s really on Saturday. This was good news for Oliver, who was trying to decide between going to an alleycat and participating in a noise event.

Jermaine and I decided to go for a walk around Komagome, which turned into a walk all they way to Takadanobaba, which is pretty far away from home. I was tired and hungry by the time we got there, so we went to a restaurant in a basement where they serve raw meat you cook yourself! I like those kinds of restaurants. The only problem was that I couldn’t read the menu and there wasn’t anyone there who spoke English. Oh well, we tried. The first time around we got an order of chicken meat and a radish. The chicken was alright, the dipping sauces that came with it were pretty amazing. The only thing was, I tried to cook the radish, which we were informed quickly was to be eaten raw (but Jermaine and I both agreed, it tasted pretty good cooked, too).

We were seated at the bar, and the chef behind the counter took pity on us and helped us to order our second round of food, Calby beef! It was amazing.


Oh, and also, we drank our beers out of stoneware glasses, which was awesome.

This is the chef who helped us:

Once we’d paid, we got on the train back to Komagome. Jermaine was still hungry, so we stopped in a restaurant by the train and got a bit more food and some beers. The food was ok, but we ordered this rice thing that looked like fried rice, but was actually more like seafood rice. It was ok, but REALLY salty and ocean flavored. I think it made us sick. On the way home, we had to stop at McD’s to wash out the flavor with a Big Mac, fries and a Oreo Sundae. We are awesome. Sickened by the food odyssey we had just subjected our stomaches to, we went to bed.

Today, Saturday, is the Alleycat in Shinjuku we thought was yesterday, which Kai will attend with us (yay!). First, we’re meeting the kids from Depot in Shibuya to celebrate Shino’s win at the CMWC, in Toronto last month. Should be fun.

Day 9

Today we took the train to Tokyo station to see the Imperial Palace’s East Garden, and try to see the Tsukigi Fish Market.

First, let me say it was a terribly beautiful day and if I’d had it my way, we would have been at the beach, but since I have no idea where a beach might be, and I didn’t bring any sun screen with me, we were left to wander around the city some more.

The Imperial Palace is huge. The grounds where it is located are immense, and as Jermaine and I discovered, a favorite thing for the sporty Japanese person to jog/walk/bike around. We both wondered how far around the grounds might be, 3 miles? 2 miles? Who knows? It was a long way from one end to the other. Long enough that about half way through one of our passes, Jermaine remarked ‘I’m ready for this castle to be over now.” Still, Jermaine maintains that he would be able to run around it at least one time, but you might have to call either a taxi or ambulance for him afterward. I’m not sure if I could make it running, I might need a bike. Oh, and there’s a moat!

Imperial Palace walls and bridges:

There were Guard Houses:

This was the biggest Guard House:

This was the last one:

So I’m in this massive, Imperial Garden, and the only flowers I chose to photograph were what essentially amounted to weeds. But, look! The little pink flowers grew on the stalk like a spiral staircase:


And, it’s not an Imperial Palace moat without SWANS!

I couldn’t resist photographing the giant, wooden doors that protected the palace. Unfortunately, since there’s no one in the photograph to give reference, you can’t tell how massive the doors actually are.

After the palace, we walked down to Tsukiji Fish Market, but because it was around 4pm, everything was closed. We will try to go back much earlier in the day (like around 3am) this weekend, when we stay out all night in Ropongi (don’t get too excited, we have to stay out all night because the last train stops running around 12:30, making going home very expensive, by taxi, or long, by foot). But, we did get a chance to have some sushi at one of the restaurants in the area.

This is what the sushi chefs looked like:

And this is what our food looked like:

So, that’s two sushi maki rolls (a tuna with pickled radish, and a tuna with green onions), and my mackerel hand roll.

More food:

And, that’s Jermaine’s tuna and green onion hand roll, a piece of tuna, eel and snow crab nigiri sushi.

Caterpillar Roll:

This roll may look good, but tasted bland, and mayonnaise-ee. We didn’t like it. The rest of the food was good, though. I retested my ability to handle wasabi and was greeted by the familiar hands-pushing-face-because-it-hurts-so-much after effects of eating it. I’ll have to request no wasabi next time.

We spent a little while walking around Ginza after lunch before heading home to relax before dinner and that’s where I spotted this Kabuki Theater:

If we can, we’ll try to see some Kabuki before we go home.

We decided on the way home dinner would be at the Indian restaurant by our apartment. It’s called Shanti, but there’s a sign on the outside that says, “Beer Man” so that’s what we’ve taken to calling it.

This is what it looks like when we’re eating:

And these are the gentlemen who make our food, otherwise known as the “Beer Men.”

Wednesday, we’ll be going back to Sexon to see if they’ve got anything new and then heading back out to Chiba to celebrate Shin’s birthday with the boys from Depot by eating Chinese food! Yay, Chinese food!

Day 7 & 8

It rained! On Sunday, we met with Kai in Shinjuku (after a short stop in Shibuya because I got confused about which train station we were supposed to get off at) for lunch and to see the view of Tokyo from the Metropolitan Government Building.

Jermaine and I were hungry, so we asked if we could eat before visiting the Building. Kai agreed and we were off to find a restaurant she liked, OOtoya. It’s a chain restaurant, but oh so good!

My Lunch (like a Yaki Tori dish) and Side Salad (with Kimchee!):

Jermaine’s Lunch (like a Korean style fried chicken dish):

Kai’s Lunch (roasted vegetables and chicken in a thick, sweet sauce):

After lunch, who could resist dessert?

My Dessert, a pumpkin mousse with frozen milk cream and red beans. It also had some, like, rice crispy things in it to add a crunch, very nice!

Kai got the Black Bean Mousse with frozen milk cream and two, little mochi balls:

Jermaine got fried chicken with a sweet, vinegar sauce:

Everything was awesome!

After that, Metropolitan Government Building! It was 45 stories up to the observation deck, which provided an amazing view of Tokyo’s vastness. On a clear day, which today was not, you can see Mt. Fuji from the observation deck. Even without the mountain view, it was a pretty awesome place to hang out. No pictures, because it was dark and the glass would’ve just made a reflection.

Jermaine and I were pretty tired after lunch, and it was pouring, so we went back to our apartment, did laundry and read, played PSP and watched TV. We called it a night pretty early.

It rained again on Monday, but we were planning on going out anyway. That is, until after we’d eaten at Johnathan, the cafeteria style restaurant across the street from the apartment. The food was filling, and the tea was warm. After eating, we decided to can our plans, go home and sleep all day instead. Good choice as it started to POUR not much later.

In the evening, I took a bath in our tiny tub before we decided to brave the dark and try to get some dim sum in Shinjuku. Once we got to Shinjuku, however, it took us a while to gain our bearings, and we decided to can the dim sum in favor of a Niku (meat) restaurant where you cook your food in a barbecue on your table. Our waiter helped us to order 2 portions of Calby beef, and then seeing that we were new to this “make your own food” restaurant concept very graciously helped us cook our meat on our grill. It was amazing.


The beer on tap at this place was really good, too, and I had two large glasses myself! I was feeling pretty good as we set out to return to the train station. We took the alleyway across from the restaurant and found ourselves in the red light district in Shinjuku. Oops. First, we walked past all the clubs where men were on display, and then we walked past the clubs where the women were the attraction. Interesting.

Once we got off the train back in safe, quiet Komagome we were stopped just outside the station by the police. There’s a “Police box” right on the corner next to the train, that I’ve noticed each time we’ve gotten on or off the train, but never really thought much about. Sure, there are police there, but what would they want with us? Well, turns out, if you take one of the last trains home, they do their job and ask to see your papers. Thank goodness drinking seems to improve my Japanese, because we didn’t have our “papers.” They were at home, in our passports, which neither of us wanted to lose, so we stored safe in a pouch in our apartment. I never in a million years thought someone in JAPAN would stop me and ask to see my papers, so I didn’t see the hurt in leaving them at home. Thank goodness they were nice enough to accompany us back to our apartment, which is fairly close to the train station, to examine (and I mean it was a thorough examination) our visas. The police were very nice, but made it clear we were to carry our papers from now on. They also seemed surprised to find out that there was a foreigner guest house in their area, and asked me about the other people staying at the guest house. I don’t know anything about the other guests, though, and so was not very helpful.

When the police left, we were tired and so we watched tv, playes PSP and went to bed. Tomorrow: all the things we meant to do Monday, but didn’t because we were tired.


Oh my goodness! Saturday was so awesome! We had to try to find cash, but we figured we could do that during the day while we were out, so we stealthily avoided the Indian restaurant on our way to the train (I know, it’s bad, but I’m telling you, there are no cash machines that accept Mastercard around our apartment. I’m already composing my strongly-worded letter to WAMU regarding their recent switch from Visa to Mastercard.) on a mission to revisit Asakusa, and see Punch Cycles.

On the way to Punch, this delightful gent decided to cuddle up next to Jermaine for a couple of winks:

We got to Asakusa before Punch opened, so we tried to find a cash machine, again in vain (WAMU, why did you do this to us?). After giving up on finding cash, we took a short tea break on a bench and returned to Punch, to find two dudes also waiting for Punch to open. They both had pretty Keirin frames so Jermaine and I couldn’t resist trying to make friends, and I wanted to ride their bikes. I love riding people’s bikes, it’s so much fun to try new things out.

Anyway, they both were excited to talk to us, too, and we became fast friends. Their English was alright and, along with my minimum Japanese skills, we were able to communicate with each other. Their names were Mint and Keisuke, and they were both bicycling enthusiasts. As Punch opened, we stood around and talked, and Mint let me ride his bike down the street. Everyone, was impressed with my bike handling skills (I think that not a whole ton of girls in Japan can ride brakeless), including some white dude who was meandering down the street carrying a skateboard. As I passed him he said something like, “Very pretty bike, yeah, nice!” We quickly came to find that this white dude was named Oliver, he arrived in Japan on the same day as us, he was from New Zealand and was in Japan for the same reasons we were: looking at beautiful bikes. Of course, friendship was forged.

As I mentioned, we were standing around waiting for Punch to open. The man who owned the shop was so awesome. He arrived wearing a mechanic’s suit with the arms tied around his waist, laughing and talking on his cell phone, ignoring us and taking his sweet time to unpack his shop out onto the street. This shop was teensie, but so amazing. While we stood there he pulled a Bomber Pro, a 3Rensho, Wantanabe and a number of other sweet frames out of the door to display them on the street. It was so cool.

Punch cycles was pretty much overrun with every kind of awesome frame you could possibly imagine. It’s seriously too bad I’m poor.

Mint and Keisuke invited us to eat at the bar Mint works at (he is also a bartender), Cal, later that evening and Oliver asked if we’d be interested in joining him on the journey from Punch to Depot, in Chiba. We decided we were down for the trip and took off from Punch together.

When we got to Depot, Jermaine knew one of the guys working, Shin, from when he went to the NACCC in SF last year, and Shin remembered Jermaine! It was awesome, instant friends! Shin then introduced us to Seiya, who also works at Depot. They were both extremely nice. Depot is packed with ReLoad bags and nice components, and I bought some red anodized Grand Compe hubs, and gold anodized pedals and toe clips. SO NICE! The Depot boys invited us out to dinner with them on Wednesday and informed us of an Alley Cat that’s happening this Friday, which we are sure to attend. We also asked them about Keirin racing, and Seiya looked up some information about upcoming races for us on the Internet. After we paid for our stuff, we bid them farewell and took off for the train station. However, as we reached the crosswalk we were stopped by one of the other workers from Depot, who invited us to attend the Keirin races taking place at the Tokyo Dome on Thursday, and gave us free tickets! So NICE!!

Once we got back to Akihabara, we said goodbye to Oliver, who wanted to get to Shibuya to catch a noise show, and then we set off for Cal to visit more with Mint and Keisuke. Using the map that Mint drew for us, we also happened upon these two sights:

An outdoor urinal:

A Shrine:

This is Mint:

While I talked to Mint, who fell in love with my new pedals and had to have them, too, Jermaine started a conversation with a gentleman who stopped in for a drink at the bar. They call him, Hero, after the character on the TV show, Heroes. He works at Bloomberg, Tokyo, and spoke English.


After a while, Keisuke showed up with some friends, some cycling magazines and a burned copy of Pedal. Awesome. As I was looking through one of the magazines, I found Kia!


Turns out, they had heard of Fast Friday and were very impressed that we knew about it, too.

Mint was comping our food, and continuously making it for us, which was really nice, and totally unexpected. He kept telling us to “order a lot of drinks” which we did, but still, we felt so grateful for the gesture.

Mint’s gifted “Taco Rice,” so delicious:

After 5 or so games of “Indian Poker,” a game that Jermaine and I were very good at winning, a couple of shots and some drinks, we headed home, promising to hang out again soon. All the people we met were exceptionally nice, and we’re happy to know them.

New friends:

Day 5

What did we do on Friday? We realized Thursday night that Carnival was above W Base and not a part of W Base, so we had to go back to Harajuku to visit. Awww, poor us. And then we went to Kalavinka’s workshop.

But, we started out our day at Johnathan, the cafeteria style restaurant across the street from our apartment.

I had a BLT

And Jermaine got the Curry Noodles

And now, Carnival!

They specialized in Italian frames, so that’s what they had the most of, naturally.

They had this old, track tandem frame, too:

Jermaine fell in love with a Maranotti frame they had, totally decked out in Campe NJS stamped parts, very beautiful, but it was too small for him. Aww, poor baby. When we asked the guy working how much it cost, he merely said, “A lot.”

We bid farewell to Carnival and headed out to Kalavinka.

The storefront:

The framebuilder was in and working with an apprentice, who spoke a little English. The shop was tiny, but packed with parts and semi-complete frames. They showed us a frame they’d just completed for someone in NYC, it was beautiful and blue. There’s a 6 month waiting list, but if Jermaine can’t find anything, he’ll go back and order one.

After that, we headed back to Shibuya and got some food and a drink.

Jermaine had a Keirin Half and Half beer:

Of course, we weren’t so full after that, that we couldn’t get more to eat at the Indian restaurant near our apartment!


Unfortunately, we’d spent all our cash during the day, and the restaurant didn’t take cards! Jermaine searched, in vain, for a cash machine that was open, or took Mastercard while I sat and chit chatted with the men who owned and ran the restaurant. Then, when Jermaine returned, I tried to find something open, also in vain. Luckily, the men who work at the restaurant said we could come back later to pay, since we’ll be here so long. So, we headed home and went to bed.