Goodbye, 3D Cat: My final day in Tokyo

My first day in Tokyo was so amazing, how could there be more? But there was. More weirdness! More food! More of everything!

Vegetarian heaven at the 7-11

On my second full day in Tokyo, I started by taking the train from Shinjuku to The Tsukiji outer market. Well actually, I started at the 711. Being a vegetarian and being on a budget in a place like Tokyo the 711 is my best friend. Most things are labelled in English and Japanese, the prices are evident, and, amazingly, the food that they sell there is very delicious and tastes pretty fresh. (I found the same thing in Taiwan.) So I went to the 7-11 and grabbed some sort of canned coffee beverage and helped myself to one of the many packaged rice/mushroom/tofu snacks that they had. It was a bargain, it tasted good and felt somewhat authentic to the area, and I could eat it on the go and carry on with my sightseeing. 

On to the market…

Tsukiji outer market

I had read that the Tsukiji outer market had closed, but that turned out not to be true. I guess it’s just smaller than it used to be or something, but there are still market activities ongoing and it was great. I didn’t go into any of the buildings, but the streets were lined with food vendors and throngs of people lined up to eat the food that was being prepared.

Most of it was off limits to me – meat and fish – but there were lots of fruits and vegetables and delicious sweet snacks. This is where I first had strawberries in Tokyo. I know strawberries don’t sound exotic, but in Tokyo they are something special. My issue with strawberries is that they’re delicious, however, if you buy a basket, half of them (at least) are likely to be inedible, mushy, mealy, or bland. In Tokyo, however, every strawberry that I ate on my short visit (which was a lot) was perfect. Perfect flavor, perfect texture, perfect colour. I’m sure it’s done through some sort of scientific trickery, but I don’t care. If I could have strawberries this great at home my life would be better.

I also had some delicious oranges and some lovely little rice cakes, and found place to have coffee.

Ginza

From the Tsukiji outer market it was a short walk through Ginza to the Imperial Palace. Ginza did have some impressive sites and I stopped for coffee two to three times on the way. Ginza is a newer, affluent neighbourhood that reminded me a little bit of 5th Avenue in New York, but with decidedly more tourist rickshaws.

I popped into a mall and visited a Hello Kitty store where I loved everything but bought nothing (though I was tempted).

Hibiya Park & Imperial Palace

On the way to the Imperial Palace, I also stopped at Hibiya Park. It’s the sort of place that I would be impossibly picturesque in autumn with the changing leaves. (Seriously, if you are planning a trip, google pictures of this park; it is stunning.) Had I come about a week or so later the entire park (and city really) would have been filled with cherry blossoms (and tourists), however, when I arrived, most of the trees in Tokyo were only just starting to get blossoms with a few in full bloom. It was still lovely for a walk though past the ponds and statues. The best thing about Hibiya Park at the time I visited were these very tall trees (I don’t know the name of them and if someone does know please e-mail me because I would love to know) and they were the most beautiful trees that I saw in Tokyo. They look like the trees that you would see in traditional Japanese paintings. I thought they were stunning.

I walked over to the Imperial Palace, but I didn’t realize how until I got there, however, that if you want to see inside, you need to book a visit ahead of time. (I wasn’t that fussed about seeing it; I just had more time for sightseeing in Tokyo than I had expected.) I simply walked around the grounds, seeing more trees that were amazing: dozens of bonsai-looking trees except full size and planted in a perfect grid pattern around an excellent statue of 14^th Century Samurai warrior Kusunoki Masashige. And I caught glimpses of the palace and the bridge over the river.

Not so serene Sensō-ji Temple

From the from the Imperial Palace, I took the train to another temple: Sensō-ji. A Buddhist temple dating from the 600s (but destroyed in and rebuilt after the 2^nd World War).

The temple itself was big and impressive, but slightly less enjoyable than it might have been though due to the crowds.

There were apparently places near Sensō-ji Temple where you could rent traditional Japanese clothes and wear them for photo opportunities. So what that meant was there were lots of women walking around dressed as geisha and posing for pictures. It was kind of fun to see but also kind of annoying as they took forever to take a basic photo. I don’t personally have the desire to dress up in costumes to wander around religious sites but it’s kind of fun that other people do.

I had a bowl of Roman and carried on my way.

Akhibara Action

From Sensō-ji Temple I took the train to Akhibara, which is a neighbourhood that’s considered to be the centre of all things video games and manga and anime and lots of other things that I have absolutely no connection with. But even being unfamiliar with the genres of entertainment and the characters from them, it was a fun neighbourhood to walk around in. There were so many people dressed up in costumes and ads and signs and video screens for…entertainment stuff. I recognized none of the characters, but they were very fun to look at and there were lots of shops filled with costumes and memorabilia and video games and manga books. Everyone seemed to be very excited about to be there and their excitement was a little bit contagious.

The thing that I found the most fascinating though was the fairly pervasive pervy sex culture in the neighbourhood. It wasn’t menacing; it was more playful. There was a seven-story tall building that was entirely sex toys and sex costumes. I visited every floor.

The sex shop. I only got one picture inside before i discovered photos are not allowed.

And there were lots of cafes and businesses that advertise girls. I can’t tell you what happened inside. I didn’t go. I don’t know if they’re real girls or virtual girls. It was fascinating to walk around and observe. And it all seemed uniquely Japanese.

These three pictures might actually be from Shinjuku, but there was similar stuff in Akhibara.

Interlude in Ebisu

From Akhibara I took the train over to Ebisu for no particular reason other than I had some time and I heard that it was a nice neighbourhood, and it was. It wasn’t remarkable, but it was a pleasant neighbourhood for a wander and a snack and there was a bit of street art to look at.

Book and Bed

At this point it was late afternoon and I had to deal with some business. I had booked myself two nights at the capsule hotel that I stayed at when I originally arrived in Tokyo, but I had decided that I would spend my third and final night in a different accommodation, so I had to move my backpack over there and check-in. The Book and Bed Tokyo hostel.

The Book and Bed hostel is also a capsule style hostel in Shinjuku. What makes it special is all of the bunks are inside bookshelves in a bookstore. When you walk into the bookstore it looks fairly normal, but in between the books are squares (just big enough to crawl into) with black curtains. Inside are little bunks for sleeping. There are shared bathrooms and showers. There are no lockers or any way to secure your bunk but, I mean, it’s Tokyo, nobody is going to steal anything from you.

I decided to only stay there for one night because one I wasn’t entirely sure how comfortable this was going to be staying in a little plywood box behind a bookcase, and it was a little bit more expensive, so I just booked the one night. It was super cool. As soon as I arrived I was delighted with my little bunk hidden amongst the bookshelves. The neat thing about it was all these people were just browsing it books and sitting around reading books during the day and it was really quite lovely. At night, when I came back from my evening out, it was as quiet as … well, as a bookstore after hours. There was a few people sitting out and reading, but most people had gone to bed and the whole place was perfectly quiet. I felt like some sort of a character in a children’s book, going into sleep behind the bookcases and waking up in the middle of the night and tiptoeing around. It was a really unique and fun experience.

So I moved into my new hostel and set up my stuff and then I went out for my final evening. 

Shinjuku Re-do

I decided to stay in Shinjuku. It really was my favorite part of Tokyo that I had seen and especially at night with the lights and all the little eateries. I was bolstered with confidence from the night before where I learned that I could in fact find vegetarian things to eat at the tiny little shoe box restaurants, and so I went out.

First off though, was the same bar that I gone to the night before, only because I knew that it was cigar friendly and had an excellent atmosphere, so I went there and had a cigar and a cocktail.

And then I went back to one of the many streets crowded with restaurants; people sitting shoulder to shoulder at counters while chefs cooked up meals in steamy clouds and men smoked cigarettes and drank ice cold beers.  

I found an empty stool next to a man at one of the restaurants. He was clearly a foreigner and I asked if I could sit next to him, and he said I could. He was visiting from California, not on vacation, but as a baseball scout. I was fascinated. I know nothing about baseball, but it was interesting to talk to him. He was a guy that traveled all over the world looking for baseball players, drinking and gambling too much and having a really good time doing it. He was a self-described degenerate. We had an engaging and lighthearted chat as we ate and smoked. I left him at the restaurant and wandered off.

I walked around and looked at the lights some more. I could have done that forever; it’s just so magnetic and exciting. Every corner reveals some sort of appealing weirdness.  But I’m not really that much of a night person, so before it got too late, I went back to my little bookcase cubbyhole and went to sleep.

The next day would be my third and final day in Tokyo.