So about the time I receive a text message from Mellissa asking "where are you" I realize it is pretty much hopeless. I take stock of my situation; I've got closed up shop fronts on both side of me, a dark street I believe running parallel to the kehin-tohoku between asagaya and ikebuku ro, rain, lots of rain. That's coming down at a pretty good rate at this point which leads to my soaking wet cotton zit up. Not the smartest piece of Tokyo expedition gear. Then again, when I left okikubo this morning I didn't exactly think I would be wondering the streets of Tokyo after the trains had closed. What else… oh ya I have my phone, of course, how else would I get the steady pieces of advices from Melissa such as "I think theses capsule hotels in ikebukuro" and "I think the trains are closed" … I had figured that one out on my own.
How had it taken an hour and a half to get to nishikawaguchi from Waseda? Granted its three different trains, my navigator is black out drunk, its the middle of the night, and pitch black out but still…. Really it must have been those stop offs in kuuko and kawaguchi. Wandering the streets according to my vague directions while my navigator mumbles Shumimasen! at passing drunken salary men. Oh yes and there was the fiasco with the keys... That was an awkward exchange. Um sumimasen watashino tomodachiwa kagiwo waserata. "um ya.. your friend threw his keys onto my neighbor's balcony…" "You're kidding me" "no" "…huh"
So now its 1:30… phone has duel uses. Text messaging and clock. And last my wallet with my last bit of hope, visa. I wonder into a 711, withdraw some money, and hail a taxi.
2 comments:
sorry dude
sounds kinda interesting
but at east it was only cold and wet and dark and...I'm just going to shut-up
aaron, expedition gear and its strengths was made for a reason, never leave the house without an insulating, windbreaking and waterproof layer. i have said my piece. -R
ps-miss the shit out of you
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