TampioTravels is living up to its name yet again. Yesterday we decided that it'd be best to hit the sack early, to compensate for the lack of sleep during the last 40 hours. Yeah, right. When did we ever do something smart?

So, we went to Samurai Cafe soon after it opened, to greet the friends we last saw 1,5 years ago. It's next to impossible to explain the staff's faces, but a mix of disbelief, joy, confusion and fear (of Salmari aka the Black Vodka) would be the best way to describe them. After the initial shock we got bear-hugged and seated at the counter, and we instantly started dishing out Salmiakkikossu - the terror of the Japanese. After a healthy 3 hours, the manager of our Hostel, Tomo joined us at Samurai Cafe, and we headed towards our friend Hiroshi's new bar near the Kaminarimon. The place was rather small, but very cozy, and the atmosphere was extremely laid back as everyone knew everyone. Somehow we bumped into a representative of Asahi, which was rather odd because he was the second one we met that night... I'm starting to suspect the bartenders at our regular bars are spreading the word about our beer-loving nature.

We decided to call it a night since we really needed the sleep, and thought it'd be smart to adjust to the new daily rhythm. Yeah. Right. We happened to pass by Samurai Cafe, and after seeing the people inside waving at us to come in, I managed to persuade Miikka to go in with me for just one more pint. Which lasted until 3 am. After the bar started closing down we figured we should really hit the sack. Hah. As if. Yuu-chan, one of the bartenders from Samurai Cafe, told us we couldn't quit now, and said he'd take us to a bar that's open until morning. Well, what can I say, it's hard to say no. So, off we went, to find ourselves in a bar held by two girls, who were drinking as much as the customers, which suited us just fine.

Finally, around 7 am we got out, and realized we were somewhat tipsy, and had no idea where we were. Sounds awfully familiar, right? Well, through a miracle, we managed to find our way back to the hostel after a 30 minute hike, and with the meals from Paku Paku we had bought 7 hours earlier, we were ready to finally dive into the fluffy hostel beds (which at that point horribly resembled my backpack.. which I later found out it was).

So, all in all, as usual, our plans never hold up. Even with 3 previous trips of experience, we still fail miserably at executing the plan. Or plans. Or even a hint of common sense. But what matters is we had fun. With old friends, new acquintancies, or just some rediculously cute Japanese girls, it was one of the parts of Japan we fell in love with years ago. As for now, we're on our way to fins an izakaya with our new Scottish & American friends that we just met at the hostel. So, remember to behave, since we won't. Over and out.

P.S. the author of this post was intoxicated during the process of writing, so please forgive all the grammar mistakes, the content, and whatever you might find offensive, vulgar or stupid.