Eventually I got the shinkansan, or bullet train, to Tokyo. This is a
really expensive but really efficient and fast way to travel, and as
time was limited it was the only way to do it. Jayne had given me
specific instructions as to where to sit if I wanted to see Mount
Fuji, but they were in vain - the weather was too cloudy.
I arrived in Tokyo in mid afternoon and after checking out the
tourist office, braved the subway to Shinjuko. This was fairly hectic,
but not nearly as much as I'd feared - the stories of people being
herded onto the trains by railway staff were wide of the mark on this
route. I had a look around the shops in Shinjuko, and took in all the
neon (left) too.
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Sleeping quarters in a capsule hotel.
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I'd already decided that I was going to check into a capsule hotel, so
I found one near the station. I wasn't sure what I expected. What I
got was sleeping space roughly 2m by 1m by 1m, complete with TV (right). It
didn't have a front door, just a shutter blind to pull down. These
were located in two rows of about 10, one atop the other, like bunk
beds (left).
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This was my bed for the night.
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In a separate room there were lockers to keep almost
everything in. We were issued with hotel dressing gowns and boxer
shorts to wander round the hotel in. I chose to wear my own
boxers. On another floor was the bathing area, which consisted of a
small pool surrounded by a number of sit down showers, the idea being
that you showered first and then had a bath.
I left my bag in the locker and wandered out, for a fairly quiet night
in the Roppongi district.
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Three huge video screens outside Shibuya station.
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The next morning I indulged in the seated showers, but passed on the
communal bath before heading for Shibuya. Shibuya station is famous
for it's statue of a dog. The story behind it goes like this, courtesy
of Jayne.
A long time ago (perhaps 100 years), the owner of the dog would take
the train from Shibuya station everyday. The dog would follow his
owner to the station everyday and wait for him. One day, the owner
died, but everyday the dog still waited for his owner to come back.
Eventually the dog died too!
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An incongruous wooden building in the city.
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But the rest of Shibuya is more what I expected. Huge video screens
(left), huge department stores. For a people that are quite small,
they're into big in a big way. Shibuya also features a Tobacco and
Salt Museum which is every bit as interesting as you would expect.
In amongst all the high rise buildings is one old wooden one,
whose owner refused to sell (right).
Japanese cities are very crowded, and their houses do not afford a lot
of privacy. So when Japanese couple want to have sex they have two
choices: they can be very very quiet, or they can go to a Love
Hotel. The former method is popular in parts of South East Asia, in
places where it is normal to have several generations sleeping in the
same room. It seems to be quite practical for making babies, but when
you have to keep silent while you're doing it, it doesn't sound like
it's a whole lot of fun - especially for the woman. So the Japanese
have come up with Love Hotels.
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The shopping arcade leading to a temple.
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Essentially these are hotel rooms you
can rent for the night or during the day or by the hour. The one in
the picture offers different rates depending if you want to 'rest' or
'stay'. They all seem to offer the same deal. Just in front of
reception is a bank of TV monitors showing the available rooms. You
pick the one you like, pay the receptionist and then go and shag each
other's brains out. I'm told that some Love Hotels offer specialist
rooms, but I never saw that. They're also a bit picky if you try and
smuggle more than two people in, say ten or so. Whether you could get
away with a threesome is left as an exercise for the reader.
In the afternoon, I went to Asakusa. The main attraction here is the
temple, complete with a bustling shopping area leading up to it (right).
The temple itself is very cute, complete with pagoda. Exactly what I
expected from a Japanese temple.
That was more or less it for Tokyo. The way to the imperial palace was
closed for some reason, so this was as close as I got (below left).
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The gate house for the imperial palace.
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All that
remained was a frantic search for a cash point, with the help of the
wonderful tourist office - no sarcasm there, they were really friendly
and helpful. Then back on the bullet train to Kyoto, pausing only to
play with the toys in the Sony building.
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