Tokyo - Golden Week Part 1

At 3.30pm it started to get dark – a gradual turn from daylight so bright you winced, to a gloomth that sucked the light from the buildings. I looked west out the 9th floor window of my hotel room and saw the approaching clouds. Grey-black and almost bruise-yellow in places, they created a sickly contrast with the pinkish smog tone of the sky to the east.

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Photos... again

On Saturday night I was talking to a cat outside a bar for a good ten minutes. It was very cute, and I was tipsy. I'm not sure what passing pedestrians made of our conversation, but actually I don't care too much. My enduring memory of Saturday is listening to Whitesnake and enjoying it. This has not happened before.

Today I went shopping and bought t-shirts. Yay! And I joined Tsutaya, which means I can now watch as much horror as I can lay my blood-soaked hands on. And I can find Whitesnake and rip it onto iTunes. Why has no one but libraries ever thought of renting music in England? It's a fabulous idea.

So yeah, Whitesnake. I blame Bruce Dickinson's rock show, which I've been listening to for the past few weeks. Not that he's played ANY Whitesnake. But, why not blame a god of rock?

Anyway, here are some photos from the past few weeks I wanted to show:


The meishi of some guy I met in Yongo Yongo on Saturday night. Think I should call him?


Last week Atsuko brought cool cakes for dessert.


I particularly liked this guy.


Gentian? I want to say Scabious, but I think that's wrong.


Bearded irises. These grow on the side of the road and, unlike England, no one steals them.