My first encounter with a local was on the subway train heading for my hotel. Shattered from the flight, with my head swimming with a thousand subway stations I slumped into a seat. An elderly lady wanted to sit down next to me, so I moved my big case so she had room to sit down. She smiled and bowed, I smiled and bowed, she smiled and bowed again, I smiled and bowed again, she bowed, I gestured to the seat, come on lady, you need to sit down now! How wonderful, and fitting! I'm loving the bows.
Once I'd dropped my bags at the hotel, I ventured up the road, and came across this...not bad.
My first proper meal - a kogashi-miso ramen, a strange black soup with noodles, it looks like an oil disaster, but I tell you now, it was the best ramen I've ever tasted.
Here is a view over the city from the Tokyo City View in Roppongi Hills.
There is so much to see and do. Tokyo feels safe, silly and epic.
Sayonara for now.
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