Greetings from the not-too-distant future!
Thanks to half a box of Gravol, I breezed through my thirteen-hour flight to the land of the rising sun. Upon my arrival at Narita Airport I found the bus I was looking for, and booked a ticket to my hotel door without a hitch. Then said bus got stuck in the afternoon rush-hour. I don’t get it; more than half of the cars I saw around us had the same in-dash video display. You’d think with technology like that somebody would be able to find a less-congested route. Or maybe they all did, at the exact same time!
I’m now a comfortable twenty-two storeys above the trend-setting madness that is Shibuya. My rented cell phone was waiting for me at the front desk, and I managed to hook up my high-speed ‘Net connection using a Japanese manual.
I really want to go and look around, but it’s getting hard to keep my eyes open…
Realizing how lame that must sound, I did venture out for a quick stroll. As the glass elevator took me down to street level, I saw a soccer match being played on the roof of a building across the street. And I’m not talking about a simple pick-up game à la Clerks; this was a full-on match with two uniformed teams on a turfed surface!
When I got to ground level, I basically walked around the block; even so, I had one of those “I have absolutely no idea where I am” moments. Luckily, I had used a guy hollering into a megaphone outside a drugstore as a marker, and quickly stumbled upon him again.