When I got there I was sent from line to line to line before paying for my passport from a vending machine (of course). With passport and brand new visa in hand, I was ready to head back and nap.
But then I thought, I had to go to Shinjuku to make my train connection, and since I was there – why not poke around a little bit. So off I went to the Tokyo Government building, heading back up to floor 45 to look out again, but mainly to make a new mini-Katherine. And then back down I went, collecting an English version of the fantastic German guide book that has been my most trusted friend over the last three weeks.
But where are my Slime Earings?! Where are any earings in this country? They don't exist. Fact!
Leaving the shop, I made my way to the hotel from Lost in Translation, lay down n the ground to snap off a few pictures, and then made my way to Shibuya. Once more, I was headed home. But then I thought – I had to transfer in Shibuya, so why not poke around there a bit? Go see the geek shop again?
Good plan! Off I went to make a final pass, but finding nothing to buy.
My pink haired Nord, Jalica, was ready to rip up these lands.
Strangely, exploring a digital world no longer held the same draw it used to. I'm not saying that two hours of my life didn't quickly disappear, but it wasn't what it used to be. Stupid real world.
And with that as a final thought I headed to sleep content with the idea that for the first time in weeks I had no reason to wake up early the next day.
Well, except to write blogs. A terrible terrible amount of blogs.
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