A walk through Tokyo
And very American-feeling. For every sushi or noodle place, you can find a McDonald’s or Subway. A ton of the natives speak English, which is very helpful for a tourist such as myself.
I slept off the jetlag with one heck of a good sleep. My fear that I was going to turn into Bill Murray in Lost in Translation and not be able to sleep my entire time here was quickly put to bed, literally.
Ate lunch with my pal Vinny — those of you MLB.TV watchers know who Vinny is — and we changed our cash for Yen at a Citibank and then had a really good lunch at a noodle place.
I must say it was a little challenging trying to explain to the server what we wanted, but the servers here really bear with you until they understand what you’re saying. The noodles were delicious, and were in a soup with some type of meat. I have no clue what I was eating but I do know that it tasted very good.
When we walked back to the hotel, the Japanese business day was in full force. The business attire seems to consist of conservative suits, typically with black sportscoats. Everyone is extremely polite and respectful. While it looks a lot like New York, it is much quieter. Honking horns? What’s that? People abide by the laws here.
Crossing the street is interesting. Nobody j-walks. You wait until the light turns green (that’s the walk signal for pedestrians.) There are no false starts around here.
Sayonara (for now),