A day with friends who introduced us to a relative, who happened to be a Buddhist monk who ran the family temple. The temple had passed from generation to generation for at least 400 years. It was a wonderful experience to be able to roam around the grounds and see the entire temple, including behind the scenes. Not something a gaijin normally gets to experience.
A few views through my eye:
Riding the trains in Tokyo is always an experience. On our way to the temple, I had the “pleasure” of sitting next to a stone-cold passed out drunk. Now, this isn’t the first time for this in Tokyo, but it was 12:30 in the afternoon! We figure he had been on the train for hours, riding back and forth from end to end. But the beauty of Japan is that he’s safe, although a few times I thought he’d throw up. In that case, he’d be out the door on his ear at the next stop.
That night, catching the last train is also quite the experience. Trains stop running here in Tokyo from about 1am until 4:30 am. So if you are going out for the night, you have two choices: start early and catch the last train, which is very crowded and full of tired drunk people, or start late and catch the first train, which is very crowded and full of tired drunk people. See, it’s an easy choice.
There are always great street scenes to find when walking around town before rushing to the station. Ginza at night is an cacophony of sound and barrage of light, but there are small islands of beauty:
In Ginza, palm readers set up card tables along the main street to make some money telling fortunes. But not every one is on top of the game:
We realized after I snapped this shot that she was sleeping. Definitely not doing her part to attract any customers.
That’s about the extent of my patience with the WordPress html limitations. It’ll take some time to get used to, but I will and will be able to post some more.