IKEBUKUROSOU!
this is the locale of the great tokyo/toronto conference. ofcourse we met in daylight when things are safer and people aren't out to have a good knife-fighting time. apparently this happens here on occasion, only when it's sunny. however, as we have delicate japanese girls, a prego wife and a youngling, we decide against joining the locales in their urban rituals. instead we head for food and drink. this is all there is in japan. damn hedonists
unbelievable! a buffet in tokyo, such wonders exist? we eat our shocked brains out on well designed platters and walk off our trauma at tokyo hands, the best "everything" department stores. the one near us even has a nekobukuro, a cat petting zoo. japanese cat obsessions.
here is mirai already hooked on one of the many addictions available to the japanese. perhaps one day she will become the queen of pachinko. the new leader of japan, all hail pachinkos!
after we ditch the kid, the preggers and the rest of weak constitution, it's only myself, ellen and takashi. so we head off to check out the seedy underbelly, the dark undertones and dirty soiled stains of this place. we find many "love hotels", parlours of various trades, and here, we find a sex information booth. an internet shop which does not shy from its true purpose. no shame here.