It’s my fourth day in Tokyo. At age 38 it’s the first time I traveled solo to a foreign country.
I have to say I miss home already. Thinking of being back 2 1/2 weeks from now makes me happy. Weird, I know.
It’s not that I’m not enjoying myself here. Japan is amazing. The mischievous voice in my head kept prodding me since I landed in Narita, ‘This is the future, right? We’re in utopia, no?’
No, Voice, it’s neither. But I’m glad we’re having fun here.
Home isn’t just New York. It isn’t merely a combination of people I love, satisfying and/or necessary routines, familiar faces and places, my apartment and my stuff, working hard for my clients. Home is building something. Home is building my business, my curiosity, my life.
Or maybe I’m just an old grumpy man who doesn’t like leaving home, which is the Greatest City in the World. And also the Second Dirtiest, behind San Francisco.
Quick notes on Japan:
They have smoking sections inside cafes. I’m writing this inside a coffee shop not far from my hotel. Upstairs on the mezzanine is set aside for smokers. Pretty cool.
Speaking of my hotel, I bought a beer from a vending machine in the hallway next to my room. 220 yen (~2 USD). I had only had a few sips, just bought it for shits and giggles..
Tokyo is great for tourists. Public transit is great (way cleaner than NYC), everything important is also printed in English, menus have pictures, people speak basic Engrish.
I love looking at their cars here.
Men are all clean shave here. Beard game here is super weak.
(Ladies probably make up for it… down there… Giggity!)
Food is great, for its price, tastiness, and service, compared to NYC. No tax and tip. Hotel prices are reasonable.
Next time I’m here, I’m doing a road trip on a motorbike. Hell, I’ll do a cross-Asia road trip on a bike, start from Macau, go through China, South Korea, and end in Tokyo.
Hmm, there’ll be some stretches of water to manage. A bike with big dopey floatable tires, let’s hope.