So, I suppose this will be some sort of a combined post of what has happened since we landed in Tokyo. I'm too lazy to separate the events.. not that I'd even be able to separate them, the past days just seem somehow.. merged together. Ahh, the mysterious power of alcohol.
Let's get started then, shall we. First of all, 15 seconds after the final security check up point at the airport we got noticed by some group from a TV show. Miikka was telling me "go go, they're coming this way, quickly now, let's get away", but too late for me to realise what was happening. And there we go, somehow we ended up on yet another TV show with me after no sleep on the plane, practically no hearing in my right ear thanks to the airplane & pressurising, and not having spoken Japanese in 7 months doing the interview in Japanese. I have no proper memories of what was being asked or how I replied, but they were laughing when I tried to be funny (on purpose, I think..), so all things considered it could have gone worse.
Unexpectedly everything went smoothly at the airport & after that this time. No opening luggage at the airport, no fuss with the new train lines, nothing. Oh, and our plane was equipped with Asahi! The only minus was that we watched Boredom Games: Catching Boredom on the plane. Hrrrhh.
Once in Asakusa, we proceeded to Sakura hostel to meet up with our friend Tomo and had some grub with her at Kitchen Jiro and then fell in a few-hour coma sleep. Revived for now, we went to Don Quijote for.. I don't even know what. Not really knowing what to do next, the only logical option was to surprise our local friends that have their own bars. The reactions were overwhelming to say the least. We also bumped into Anders, another Northener, at Hiroshi's bar. Unfortunately I had to tell everyone that night not to tag any pictures of us on Facebook as we were still abiding by our plan to surprise a certain Vietnamese-Australian-living-in-Japan friend of ours the next day.
Thanks to our other Australian friend living in Tokyo for managing to get him in the right place at the right time. The reaction we got from him was.. pretty much what we expected. "Whattt the fuck are you guys doing here?". As one might expect we continued with some refreshments - alcoholic beverages if you will - to celebrate this unexpected reunion. After all, it was a bar we were meeting up at. In case anyone ever wanders off to Kasukabe head to Lad's, it's cozy as hell.
Now, a few days later, I thought I'd pull myself back together and head to the gym in the morning. Except all the gyms in the area are closed on Mondays unless you want to join a gym with monthly memberships, which is expensive as hell due to the initial joining fee. So, I did the next best thing: headed off to the neared park/playground. The pensioners, kids and the kids' moms were looking at me like I was mental. Then again, it _was_ a children's playground, but as such one of the few places with poles etc. to do pull-ups, dips and other shit in. After a 1,5 week break from the gym, drinking for severals days straight and exercising in heavy sunlight, a 45-minute session was more than enough to get me worn out. Not to mention it was getting awkward with all the little kids playing around in the same Jungle-George track and their moms constantly staring at me.
All in all, we've spent more than we should have, we've drunk more than we should have and we've eaten more than we should have, but we've had more fun than two idiots can handle. And that's what this DumbassTravels is all about. And for my next trick, I'll finish my Salmari & go to the humongous french entourage in the next table and speak some Finnish ín a French accent. Huvastii / Au revoir!
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