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My hotel room in Shibuya-ku (Tokyo) also has free Internet access, if you know enough to go down to the front desk and snag a cable.
I have now slept on a futon in a room covered with tatami mats and enclosed by rice paper doors. I have eaten things I do not ever want to know the name of. I have probably walked ten cumulative miles inside train stations. I have learned where to go to purchase nonfunctional demo models of cellphones, the gazillion-knob toilet seats, a Walkman the size of a lipstick case, or a dishwasher the size of my purse. I have learned not to answer the phone "Moshi-moshi" unless I am completely prepared to continue the conversation in Japanese. (oops.)
No matter how yummy the picture in the advertisement looks, I am *not* ordering out for octopus and mayonnaise pizza. No. Even if it weren't thirty-six dollars.
Square dancing tomorrow.
(ps: it's 7:50pm.)
I have now slept on a futon in a room covered with tatami mats and enclosed by rice paper doors. I have eaten things I do not ever want to know the name of. I have probably walked ten cumulative miles inside train stations. I have learned where to go to purchase nonfunctional demo models of cellphones, the gazillion-knob toilet seats, a Walkman the size of a lipstick case, or a dishwasher the size of my purse. I have learned not to answer the phone "Moshi-moshi" unless I am completely prepared to continue the conversation in Japanese. (oops.)
No matter how yummy the picture in the advertisement looks, I am *not* ordering out for octopus and mayonnaise pizza. No. Even if it weren't thirty-six dollars.
Square dancing tomorrow.
(ps: it's 7:50pm.)
