Today was a quieter day.

I woke up at 9am and was happy that I did, as I was supposed to meet Fay at Roppongi at midday. But I fell asleep again… So I found myself hurriedly showering, hanging up the washing and sprinting to the station at 12:45pm to get to Roppongi around 1pm. Luckily, Fay was late too.

We wandered around Roppongi Hills (wow, my third time this trip) and I showed her to the things that I’m sure female shopping addicts would love. Afterwards, I had a quick lunch at McDonalds so as not to waste time, and then we walked over to Tokyo Tower. As I’d been there already twice before, I decided not to go up, and instead pulled out my laptop and watched some Japanese TV for the 1.5 hours Fay was up.

Afterwards, we trained it back to Shinjuku and seperated; Fay went to Takashimaya Hands and I went over to Isetan to check out the “Super Size Men’s Section”. That sounds so embarrassing, but most Australians, yes even Asian-Australians can fit comfortably into the clothes there – Japanese people are so small… Found nothing I liked, so went home during rush hour which meant we were cramped into the train carriage like canned food. However, pushed up against me was a young looking really beautiful business-woman. So although my feet had gone numb, my body was contorted to fit the crowd and I was in extreme pain, I have no complaints.

Ended up going to my local Jonathan’s (a family restaurant) and having Bibimbap and a drink set (unlimited refills). Afterwards, I went home.

So here’s the two interesting things for today:

1. Two businessmen on the train to Roppongi in the morning were admiring the new Nintendo DS numbers game that came out – by numbers game, basically I mean “Sudoku”. The younger one turned to the other one, and said something that translates to

“omg btw, when I was in Australia right, they had sudoku too… but they had it written down on paper!! And it was in the newspaper even… so they would write the numbers in… how weird is that?”

So I took the liberty of taking out my phone and pretending to answer it (which, by the way, is frowned upon in Japan).

“Hi, yeah its me man, I’m going to be late so don’t wait around – I’ll see you at Roppongi Hills. *slows down* Do you miss AUSTRALIA? I miss AUSTRALIA.”

The guy went red… muahahahaha.

2. I found myself wondering when I saw a young kid, maybe around 12-14 years old riding a bicycle. Not a Japanese boy, mind you, I mean… a bogan. Like, with the scruffy blonde hair and ratty. And you could tell he was Australian because he spoke like a dropkick. I wondered how he’d survive in this kind of polite culture, or if he spoke Japanese… and if so, what kinds of expressions would he use. Yes, you can tell I had time on my hands.

Speaking of dropkick…


(It’s a restaurant)