At this point in time, there are three relatively tall gringos (or gaijin, I believe the term is) stuffed into what is possibly the smallest hotel room in existence. No, we aren’t staying in a capsule hotel, but we might as well be.
On the drive to Tokyo, a six-hour drive filled with hilarious podcasts and countless rounds of Marry/Fuck/Kill, we attempted to visit the Great Sedimentary Pimple that is Mount Fuji, but the torrential rainfall characteristic of summer prevented us from glimpsing it. Sadly, that means that our detour from our Tokyo-bound path was for nothing more than quick bite to eat and a few minutes of me staring at one of the squatting toilets deciding whether or not this was the time I was going to try it out.
It wasn’t. Screw those things.
For the most part, our plans for Tokyo are the exact opposite as our plans in Kyoto and Hida. In Kyoto, we soaked up culture and history in the form of the countless temples and shrines that dot the city like an outbreak of Religious Acne. The food in Kyoto was top-notch and positively brimming with noodles. In Hida, we spent more than a few days sitting around in local hot spring baths called onsen (or as Cassy calls them, “nudie baths”) in order to soak out the pains and sprains earned in the many long, arduous battles with Daytime Drunking. Or Drinking, depending on your point of view. Or the number of chu-hi’s you’ve drank. Google that shit, chu-hi. It’s vicious, cheap, and available at any convenience store (or, as pronounced by everyone I’ve met here, “combeeni”).
Tokyo should be a metropolitan orgy of shopping, eating, and subway-riding. Needless to say, I’m stoked to visit Akihibara for the technological side of things. Cassy? You know she’ll be taking the first train to the Harajuku district for all kinds of strange-ass J-Fashion.
Tonight we’ll be hitting up a club called “Womb” (Jason says it was in the movie “Babel”, but who knows what kind of fresh Hell he’s talking about) from about 12-6 AM due to the fact that THAT’S WHEN THE TRAINS STOP. So, looks like I’ll be sleeping this one off tomorrow.
Oh, I’m almost done with my yo-yo video that I’ve mentioned absolutely nothing about so far. So there’s that.
-B
Thus have I heard 
You GOTTA try the squat poopers!! At least ONCE, B!!!