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We woke up later than usual (that being around 8:00) and had breakfast in the guest house. From breakfast, we walked down the backstreets and reached the main road which our closest station was located on. After 15 minutes of searching, which lead to no gain, I asked a policeman where the station we needed was. We were on our way to Asakusa soon thereafter.
At Asakusa, we visited the Sensouji shrine and, more specifically, the souvenir shops that were at each side of the road the whole way up to the shrine. After an hour of free time, photo opportunitites, spotting a sumo wrestler and a public toilet experience, we left Asakusa for Akihabara; electric city.
Following another short train trip, Akihabara was in our sights. Coming out of the station, the whole group had no idea where we were. No idea. At all. So, like the proud tourists we were, asking questions was not an option; we went in a general thataway direction, and thankfully ended up in the right area. Given two hours free time, the 15 of us split up with three instructions: get lunch, meet at the department store in two hours and (this one was from me) BUY STUFF! We set out getting pictures with cosplayers (people dressed up as either maids or anime characters) and soon got our bearings. With various gifts and items purchased, we all met on time, well most of us *cough teachers cough* and made our way to the imperial palace.
By the time we reached the imperial palace, everyone was feeling the burn of a hard days shopping, even if it was only 4:00. We decided, after taking several photos of huge water features, that the best thing to do would be return to the guest house for some much needed rest before a sumo wrestlers meal at Ryogoku.
We met up with Miss Clark’s friend Makiko at the station, and she instantly lead us away from the main streets, calling them boring! We were a little confused at first (we love flashing lights and advertisements the size of trains) but soon realised why she did so. We took a small walking path, which was surrounded by the Tokyo museum and the Sumo Wrestler’s stadium. We were shortly seated at our table at Ryogoku to start our meal, with no idea as to what we would eat. Waiters soon brought out bowls of water and burners, and before we knew it, we were cooking our own meals. With an assortment of crab, chicken, mince, fish and various vegetables, we dug in as soon as the water boiled. Through the meal we met some intereseting characters, two in particular, who were kind enough (or drunk enough) to share stories of past rugby games, and even sumo wrestling training with our group. We even got to have a photo inside the sumo ring!
Following possibly the most humerous meal of the trip, we were all exited to hear that the group had been invited by Makiko to karaoke, all of us discussing songs all the way to the building. We sang, beautifly, for an hour or so, with a wide assortment of songs including its raining men, lose yourself and of course no karaoke night would be complete without the timeless classic barbie girl. All sad the time had gone so fast, we thanked Makiko for an unforgettable night and made our way back to the guest house, ready for the next adventure.
We woke up later than usual (that being around 8:00) and had breakfast in the guest house. From breakfast, we walked down the backstreets and reached the main road which our closest station was located on. After 15 minutes of searching, which lead to no gain, I asked a policeman where the station we needed was. We were on our way to Asakusa soon thereafter.
At Asakusa, we visited the Sensouji shrine and, more specifically, the souvenir shops that were at each side of the road the whole way up to the shrine. After an hour of free time, photo opportunitites, spotting a sumo wrestler and a public toilet experience, we left Asakusa for Akihabara; electric city.
Following another short train trip, Akihabara was in our sights. Coming out of the station, the whole group had no idea where we were. No idea. At all. So, like the proud tourists we were, asking questions was not an option; we went in a general thataway direction, and thankfully ended up in the right area. Given two hours free time, the 15 of us split up with three instructions: get lunch, meet at the department store in two hours and (this one was from me) BUY STUFF! We set out getting pictures with cosplayers (people dressed up as either maids or anime characters) and soon got our bearings. With various gifts and items purchased, we all met on time, well most of us *cough teachers cough* and made our way to the imperial palace.
By the time we reached the imperial palace, everyone was feeling the burn of a hard days shopping, even if it was only 4:00. We decided, after taking several photos of huge water features, that the best thing to do would be return to the guest house for some much needed rest before a sumo wrestlers meal at Ryogoku.
We met up with Miss Clark’s friend Makiko at the station, and she instantly lead us away from the main streets, calling them boring! We were a little confused at first (we love flashing lights and advertisements the size of trains) but soon realised why she did so. We took a small walking path, which was surrounded by the Tokyo museum and the Sumo Wrestler’s stadium. We were shortly seated at our table at Ryogoku to start our meal, with no idea as to what we would eat. Waiters soon brought out bowls of water and burners, and before we knew it, we were cooking our own meals. With an assortment of crab, chicken, mince, fish and various vegetables, we dug in as soon as the water boiled. Through the meal we met some intereseting characters, two in particular, who were kind enough (or drunk enough) to share stories of past rugby games, and even sumo wrestling training with our group. We even got to have a photo inside the sumo ring!
Following possibly the most humerous meal of the trip, we were all exited to hear that the group had been invited by Makiko to karaoke, all of us discussing songs all the way to the building. We sang, beautifly, for an hour or so, with a wide assortment of songs including its raining men, lose yourself and of course no karaoke night would be complete without the timeless classic barbie girl. All sad the time had gone so fast, we thanked Makiko for an unforgettable night and made our way back to the guest house, ready for the next adventure.
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