Konichiwahhhh!

Sorry if this makes little sense, I'm very tired.

Riding the train this morning from Narita Airport to my hostel in Ueno (once I'd finally figured it), I kept having intermittent flutters of tight tight hotness in my chest, alternating between extreme excitement and severe disorientation.
I'm in Japan. Woo!
Shit, I'm in Japan. What do I do?

...anyone?

A few immediate, though not necessarily well thought-out, observations:

1. It helps to pay attention when walking into a cubicle. Don't assume that every toilet is westernised. As I almost did, you might find yourself with one very soggy sandal.

2. If you want to avoid looking like a tool, try to remember, or relinquish a few yen for, an umbrella. I forgot the first and refused the second. People didn't look too impressed. (This being a country where special plastic sleeves are provided at shop entrances for dripping umbrellas)

3. Don't be an idiot and over pack. Note to future wiser self.

4. Check local english rags, cause that's how I found out Gilles Peterson is playing in Tokyo this Saturday, woo!

5. Hostels suck.

I'll write more when I don't have several huffy europeans sighing in the background wanting to use the computer.

You know, you could just ask...