In the two or three days I've been here, I've already spent 11,000 yen. I need to learn how to ration my money or else it's slowly but surely going to disappear.
Anyway, first impressions: Tokyo is like a cleaner version of Manila. At least that's what was running through my mind as I dragged a ton of luggage through the airport, two trains, and three blocks to my Weekly Mansion. My back is still killing me.
Vending machines: Yes. Lack of trashcans: I don't approve. I failed my placement exam(s) the other day. Then got lost in Shinjuku, and finally ate more okonomiyaki than I've ever cared to eat in my life, tossing in ingredients indiscriminately. My backpack still reeks from the smoke. The curry, however, is, for lack of a more suitable term, the tits.
Today classes begin and I'm going to city hall to get my foreigner identification card, which will subsequently allow me to purchase a cellphone, a cellphone plan, register a bicycle, as well as relieve me from having to fear the police ever again.
Best part about Japan: prime spot for photo taking. Unfortunately, I forgot to pack the USB chord to my digital camera, and I've yet to develop any of my 35mm SLR. I'll put them up on flickr, eventually.
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