Our family seems to be drawn to complicated travel arrangements like ducks to water. Maybe that’s why we get lost so often.
Last week, we arrived on the outskirts of Barcelona with the campervan, after a boat from Morocco and a drive up through Spain. At 6am I flew from Barcelona to London for a connecting flight to Tokyo via Helsinki. Later in the day Neil, Adam, Matt and Katie caught the ferry from Barcelona to Cittivecchia near Rome. So now we are here…
I’m in Japan and the rest of the campervan crew are crossing to the other side of Italy via friends to Ancona. We did the maths and the drive round from Spain to Italy with fuel and tolls etc was more than the ferry. And it was a cool ferry. So I was told. I was in Japan.
I’ve taken some pictures of Japan.
Put together, I can see now the photographical error of my ways. I seem to have taken only photos of toilet seats. There are two reason for this. One is that Japanese toilet seats are utterly fascinating. They have a control panel to adjust seat heat, spray height, spray strength…. It’s well worth biting the bullet and taking an induction course in toilet seat management in advance.
I did have a jetlag post arrival day to see the Sensoji temple and Hozomon gate at 1am whilst every other sane person was sleeping. It’s quite an impressive feat to be the only souls around in a city of more than 13 million people (and a population density of 15663 people per square mile, according to 2013 figures).
At everyone else’s middle of the afternoon and our middle of the night, a friend and I grabbed a bite of what is reputed to be the best sushi in town. Grabbed IS an utter exaggeration. We had to queue for more than an hour outside to get in.
But it was good. Very good, especially the caramelised conger eel (picture at the top). The last time I saw a conger eel was on a night dive at the age of 19, in the Virgin Islands when I was working at a dive school – peeping out of a hole and scaring the bejesus out of me. So that’s a poke in the eye to you mate. Your great-great uncle tasted delicious.
I’ve decided that for the last couple of days I’m going to have to make more of an effort on the Tokyo photo front so will do a separate, more interesting, less toilet-related post about Japan. Meantime a final photo.