It’s a brand new day! I woke up early again, while C was still snoozing. While waiting for her to wake up, had these delicioso donuts for brekky! I looooove this slightly cinnamon tasting white one. The green tea was good too. Found some cinnamon ones here in the Philippines but it was a little soggy. The Japanese version was firmer but still soft and moist.
Where we decided to get some sushi, ordered chirashidon, and FN ordered salmon wings (whuuuuut) …
There are two sinks, for goodness’ sake. In all the Japanese bathrooms, there’s this button which, when pressed, makes the sound of flushing. I asked C what it was for and she says it’s for privacy. Since the Japanese are very shy, they don’t like it when others hear their pee tinkling. So they can press the button and tinker in peace. I found that a little odd, but hey, whatever floats your boat.
Here’s another quirky fact about Japan. Some clubs are not licensed for people to dance in. The place where we went to, called Green Land, was one of those clubs. Hamming it up for the cam, me, FN, C, and G. To get in, you must pay Y1000 or Php 500 or USD10. Not bad, since drinks are unlimited until 11pm. Because the train service usually ends at 11pm, people are usually done well before 11pm or stay out till the wee hours of the morning, until the train stations begin operations again. Whew. I can’t even imagine partying all night anymore. Oldie problems. Haha.So anyway, this bar was a “No Dancing” bar. C said that in some places, the bouncers and servers will really go up to you and ask you to stop dancing. But in this bar, I guess they were a little lax, because we were groovin’ and no one made us stop. But then again, it wasn’t like we were bumpin and grinding or freakin or anything like that. We were kind of just bouncing around where we stood.
Now, I am not a drinker, so I thought my money would go to waste in this place, but I managed to down two glasses of Shandy Gaff, a really tasty kind of beer that tasted like Cali Shandy or ginger ale. If they sold this here in the Philippines, I would be drinking this all the time.
On the way home, C and I were hamming it up for the camera at the train station.
But, before we head home, we hit Dean & Deluca, which only has a few branches out of New York, I believe. This is not researched fact but a slightly educated but mostly wild guess. I loved the place! So many other things to sift through (pastries, bread, merchandise), and the cappuccino was legit.
Love the Tamachi train station, which is very near our “home”.
And yes, before we hit the sack, I needed to have an onigiri midnight snack. No wonder I gained weight while in Japan.