Quite impressed with Tokyo so far.
It's very big and very clean.
There's some strange goings on though. People frown at you for blowing your nose, apparently. But down my street, which seems to have a lot of retired drunk people living there, it seems quite OK to take a leak into the gutter.
I've re-named the street 'Pisshead Passage' in their honour.
Here's a few of my first pics.
The last one I've named 'The Golden snot'.
I've started-off with my first bowl of very, very good ramen, and I'm going to ask about finding plastic sushi (you'll see when I get back, if you don't already know).
Also, if I can arse myself for getting-up at about 5am tomorrow, I'll get down to Tsukiji market to see what happens to the giant tuna. Oh, and to eat the freshest sushi possible. Might even try the ultra-squidgy and ovular varieties.
They use special samurai-type swords to carve 'em up, so I've been told.
Update: I'm back at the guesthouse and have just learned (from a rather chagrinned French guy) that 'The Golden Snot' is actually called 'Le Flamme D'Or' and was designed by Philippe Starck (he of stupidly impractical rocket-shaped orange-juicer fame), so there you have it.
Je suis apologetique, mon petit cheuxfleurs.
In a nice guesthouse at the moment. Getting used to sleeping on mats on the floor and, of course, the musical super-clean-botty-loo ®.
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