#10 The flight to Japan
Areas discussed: Japan, Tokyo, Suginami City, Meguro City, Narita International Airport, Shibuya Crossing, Sangenjaya
All transcripts are machine generated.
Transcript
Alright, I'm recording this episode the same day as the previous episode, so I was at that cool park with the squat toilets and the walk down the Kenda River. So it turns out there were a whole bunch of subways all over the place. Plenty of options I could have taken to get home. But every time I would see a train go by, they were extremely packed with people. And it's not that late.
But it's night now. Basically right at 5 o'clock at this time of year at the end of October. The sun just goes down. I've noticed too. It gets real cold as the sun is going down. Like I put on a second layer. I put on like a thermal shirt briefly. But then once the sun set, all the wind stopped. And it's not cold anymore. Now it's very nice.
Tiny little breeze on my bare t-shirt at arms feels good. And I've also noticed, although this is nothing to do with Japan. This is just me in general. But I kind of forgot about this. That when the sun's going down, it triggers my brain to feel tired. It's like that. Sun's going down. Day's over. And I feel so sluggish. Like it's just dragging me down. This used to always happen to me in Toronto and stuff. I think like, oh man, I can't go meet people tonight. I am dying. But then once the sun goes down, it's like a new day. It's like I'm in a second day. I don't feel tired at all. It's like, oh, it's nighttime now. New zone in the day. New time in the day.
Let's do it. But yeah, I kind of wanted to avoid those trains. Because as I'll tell now, just my journey from Nareda, just such a super packed train disaster. It's like, that's not what I came to Japan for. I don't want to do busy trains.
Oh man, here's the stairway in the middle of nowhere. Flashbacks to Montreal. Except here, there's a drink machine at the top. And I'm at the point where I'm trying to dehydrate a little bit. So I don't have to wake up in the middle of the night and wake up all my people at my Airbnb. So I can go pee. But I do need a bottle of water. Just to make sure I don't have sticky mouth while I'm doing this podcast.
It's exactly the same situation as before where there's Polkari sweat in this thing and various other random stuff. Oh yeah, the drinks with the little, uh, what is that stuff? Like little, they're little squares of jelly in the drink. Yeah, this is got Polkari sweat. It's got Evian thankfully. So that's what I got with Snoopy on it. But just says like, okay, no for sure. That one's water. Because in the next one next to it, tons on from a Sahi Wilkinson tons on. It's got bubbles. So it's probably at the very least sparkling water, but it might not be water at all. And yeah, my little Google translate thing has been so fantastically useless. It never says anything legible or sensible. And it's tough to use it through the screen of a vending machine as well. I have been noticing the soups too. This one just has corn soup. But what was the other one? I saw another one that had some other kind of soup. And I don't remember what it was. But yeah, during the day, it's so super warm still that the idea of the hot soup. It's like not yet. But I like that this row is here. All the hot drinks are here, ready to go.
Hot coffee, hot tea, soup. One of these like vitamin C drinks. As it gets colder, I'm very excited for that row. Because when I was here in the dead of summer, they just weren't even here. They were not an option. But not yet. Not nearly cold enough yet.
Oh, sweet. I was just looking at this great big street. And I'm like, how the hell? What am I supposed to do here?
But there's a walking bridge. There are my favorite.
It's seldom used by the locals. Always used by me. Because I don't want to deal with traffic. It's confusing and frightening.
Oh man, I just walked past a really awesome shopping street. It looks awesome. But it's busy. I can't walk down that and talk to myself. You know what? Okay, I'm going to podcast break. I've got to walk down this street. This thing looks amazing.
Okay, false alarm. That intersection was all busy and bustling, but it was actually a pretty short area. So yeah, I'm feeling reenergized because it's nighttime now. It's the second half of the day, two days in every day. But I'm not near home at all. I got a long ways to go. So let's finally do the story about how I got here. So when last I left you with my traveling, I was in the Calgary Airport and I had to stay overnight.
I went for a Montreal to Calgary, then I had a 20-hour layover and then the 10-hour flight. And I was really dreading this. I mean, that just sounds awful on paper, right? But that was like, you know, the more direct flights were like $1,400 Canadian, where this one was, I don't remember exactly, but I think in the 800s, 800s something.
So I was saving four or 500 bucks and all it took was a horrifying layover. But as I recounted on that episode, I couldn't believe how well it went. I would go so far as to say I had fun sleeping overnight in the Calgary Airport. I slept way easier than I expected. I didn't get a full night sleep, but I did just fine.
And airport, so yeah, look at that train. Got so many people. So many people. No thank you. No thank you. Again, I'm in no hurry, right? So I can just take all, I can take all evening, walk him back. Same thing with the trip in general. I was not in a big hurry. Didn't really matter when I arrived in Japan.
But yeah, I guess why I was so concerned, I mean, beyond the obvious of this ridiculous, like, you know, when you look at your travel thing and it says 34 hours, that's concerning. You know, what are you doing, circle in the earth? Like, what takes 34 hours, but it's because you're stuck overnight in an airport. And also, the first time I went to Japan, I mean, on the way there, as I talked about in the very first episode of this podcast, I was sick, so that was miserable. But on the way back, I was fine. I was just tired. I didn't sleep very much the night before. And I just remember that whole flight.
I was just, I was just kind of in a state of living death. I was not very awake.
Okay, so that is a kid. I heard that screeching earlier and I was like, is that a cat being killed? No, it's just a child.
But yeah, I can never really sleep on flights. I slept way better in the airport than I ever would on a flight. So I just remember that flight back from Japan. I was sort of awake, sort of asleep. Just the only way I got through it was to just kind of keep my eyes closed. And I was like awake for most of the 10 hours, but I would just do little like meditation stuff or whatever just to try to make the time pass and just to try to make the time pass. And it was quite, quite miserable. So I figured like, oh, well, this is going to be like that, but even worse. But it wasn't because even though I only got, I don't know, probably five and a half hours of solid sleep at the airport, that's a pretty good chunk. That's plenty. I felt good going into this flight and I was like, amazing, dude, holy crap. I just never expected that ever.
Oh, man, it's a good thing I got this map on my phone. I mean, this is how I, if you listen to last episode, I didn't use the map at all for the first batch of today.
And that's how I went and wandered, I've got lost somewhere in a different city. But now that it's dark and, uh, I mean, I got my energy back, but my shoulders have not acclimated yet to me carrying around a book bag all day. My shoulder blades are barking. It's another reason I want to do this podcast. It'll get my mind off of it while I walk. But I took one little turn and it's like, geez, I'm like, almost going. Not fully the wrong way, but almost. I gotta get this map.
Yeah, it's nice how quiet this is, but I need to get on a street that's a little bit more major than this to get where I'm going. But yeah, I got on this flight, feeling pretty good, and I actually paid for the seat. It's the only leg of my flight that I paid the, it's like quite a lot. It's like $40 to pick, which seat you're going to sit in. But I have the dual problems of when I'm sitting in a sitting position, I have this cyst, unfortunately, non-dangerous cyst, but it fills with fluid when I sit for too long and it hurts. I remember as one of those things, I just assumed they would be like a surgery or something, which I was obviously nervous about. So when the doctor told me like, hey, it's not dangerous, we're not going to do a surgery. You just have to limit how much you sit. That's another just sign of getting old. What a disturbing thing to be told. It's like, on the one hand, I'm glad it's not dangerous. I'm glad we're not doing a surgery because you never know, that can always, you know, things can go wrong.
But I asked him about stuff like traveling. And he said, you know, it's fine, just take a bunch of painkillers, tough it out. You know, put up with this, and it really, as it builds up, it really hurts. It stings like a lot.
But he said, just take a bunch of painkillers and then shake it off when you get to the other end. It's like yeek. Like on the one hand, I'm very glad that it was okay, because especially before I knew about the cyst, it was just this pain. I didn't even know it was sitting that caused it. I couldn't figure out what was going on. And when it's in your abdomen area, it's like, do I just have cancer? Am I going to die? So compared to that, this wasn't so bad, but still disturbing news. Not something else I can forward to. And the previous four, four and a half hour flight from Montreal to Calgary was very, maybe not very. I mean, it was painful, I don't know. One to ten, it was like two or three. But for four hours, just like, I hate this. Where I have to sit kind of slumped. So I don't have a bend in my leg because that makes the cyst pain happen. But I'm a tall-ass man, and there's no space for my knees. So my knees were crammed into the seat, and I just have one bad knee already. So that was painful. My lower back started to hurt, my hips started to hurt. It's like, Jesus, how am I going to do this for ten hours? This is the worst.
But then a miracle happened. So I got this seat where I was sitting by the aisle, which is nice because you can just get up and go to the washroom without having to bother people, which that's almost worth it alone. That's a big bonus. Especially on a ten-hour flight. I mean, it's a little bit annoying to have to ask people, hey, can you please get out of the way for me? Thank you. It's a little annoying, even normally. But on a ten-hour flight when people are asleep, it's like, I just, everything in my body, every fiber of me does not want to wake this person up just so I can go to the washroom. But I am dying. I had never wanted to be in that situation again. So I'm not willing to spend $2,000 for a first-class seat with leg room. It would be nice, but I will spend $40 on a seat, so I don't have to be in the middle. But my idea of stretching out and possibly keeping my legs straight in the aisle is what I was hoping for maybe. That would never have worked because they're going up and down the aisle constantly. It just never stops. If my leg was in the aisle, I would once again be the most annoying man in the world. But then a miracle happened. This flight was full as fuck.
But there was me on one aisle. There was a girl on the other aisle to my right. And there was a space in between us. And the plane got more and more full and more and more full and more and more full. And that person never showed up if there ever was a person.
I think there might have been one other seat that I could see on the plane that wasn't full. Because yeah, not only was this also the sort of cheaper WestJet there, the cheaper than Air Canada alternative in Canada. So the cheaper flight, but also one of the very last flights they were doing before they shut down for the winter. They don't come to Japan in the winter. So it's amazing that every single seat wasn't full. And the stewardess as she went by even said that. She's like, hey, look where you guys scored. And I was like, yeah, no, nice, right? And that literally was how the conversation went. Classic Canadian conversation. I know, eh? Pretty fucking sweet, eh, bud?
So once it was definitely clear that we had a free seat, I pitched this idea to the other girl. I was like, hey, look at my long ass legs. I got to stretch my legs out. So how about I'll take the bottom. I'll sit diagonally and stretch my feet out into this middle seat area. So I'll take the bottom. You can have the top. You can use the seat part and the tray for whatever you want. She's like, sounds good to me. That's a deal. And we got to a point. As we got halfway through this flight, you know where you're that deep in. You just kind of become plain friends with people because you've just been on this flight for so long. Where I had my feet stretched into the middle, which was great. You know, it was just like, kept my cyst pain from building up it. I almost didn't feel that at all. I kept my knee pain from building up. I was incredibly pain-free for this flight. I was like, this is amazing. So I was like that. But since this girl was extremely short, she's probably under five feet. So she turned sideways and she was sitting in her seat and just with her feet in the middle seat. And her knee's bent, you know. So since she got to have her double seat situation, I got to have mine. It was some jacksprat shit. It was perfect. It was adorbs. If I do say so myself. Come to think of it, though, that horrible zombie flight that I took back from Japan last time. There was an empty seat in that one, too, between me and the girl on the other side. Although, even though that was only four years ago, I was a less of a medical wreck. So I didn't really notice the space that much. But I remember a similar thing of just the, it's like you go through a war when you're in a 10 hour flight with somebody. Similar thing, both times, where the person sitting there just gets a friendlier and friendlier as the time goes by. Because you just, you just know this person now, right? I mean, I don't know any other names. They didn't know my name. But we've just been sitting here for so long. So I remember she was pretty the earlier flight. That girl was pretty, pretty taciturn at first. And then by the time we arrived in Vancouver, she was just beaming. Of just like, we made it. We're here. Similar thing with this girl from Calgary. At first, she was just kind of keeping to herself, but by the end, it's like, hey, enjoy Japan. All that. And it's like, yeah, we did it. We made it through the flight. But yeah, that middle seat made all the difference. And I just couldn't believe how easy that flight was. I was awake and aware through the whole dang thing. Oh, incidentally, one of the things I did. I should have probably tried to nap on the flight, even though it never goes that well. Because by the time I got into Tokyo, that's when I started to get tired. So in hindsight, I should have tried harder to get some sleep on the plane instead of just being up an atom through the whole thing. But I just felt good on that plane. I was like, yeah, I'm good. Let's go.
Although it was slightly disturbing, you know, even once everything was arranged and I realized how well the middle seat thing was working. And how well I was mitigating all my pain and how clear it was that I was going to get through this without without hurting. I was like, amazing. Awesome. But then I checked a little flight thing and it's like, oh, eight and a half hours to go though. It really was long. And I switched on my clocks to Japan time. So, you know, I arrived in Tokyo at like 5.30 or 6 in the evening and I tried to think of it that way. But this really was a double day because every once in a while I would accidentally see on the little flight log thing. The time at source, time in Calgary and it was like 2 a.m. And I'm like, don't tell me that. I don't want to know that because then you take that to Montreal and it's even worse. I don't want to know that it's the middle of the night. Do not remind me and I'm trying to pretend that it's not. One of the things incidentally that I did on that flight is, you know, this podcast is called Roaming Holiday. It was an idea my friend Brad had, you know, just a play on Roman Holiday. But I never actually saw the movie Roman Holiday. I'm just like, oh, that's just a funny name though. I like it. Has nothing to do with an Aubrey Hepburn movie from the 50s, but just a good little twist on the term. But I thought I should watch that movie, right? If I'm going to call my thing, Roaming Holiday. I got to watch Roman Holiday just so if anybody ever asked, I don't want to say like, yeah, never saw it. Even though the truth is, I never saw it. But I finished watching it. I caught up on it on that flight. And it's a good movie. I like it. It's definitely a style of movie that they just wouldn't make anymore. I mean, I guess it's a romance movie.
What is up with this street? This is like just as narrow as all the other streets. But for some reason, this one is busy. It's all kinds of traffic going down the street.
But yeah, the actual, like, full-on romance, like, we're going to do a kissy kissy. In this two-hour movie, it doesn't happen for like a hundred minutes. Probably more than that. And there's only a little bit. And it's got this sort of ambiguous ending. It's a little bit, it's not quite sad, but it's not happy. It's way more, I guess. I was going to say, it's like a slice of life ending, but it's not a slice of life movie. Whatever, you never saw it. I'll just give you the quick pitch, the elevator pitch. Is Aubrey Hepburn is the princess of an unnamed country in Europe. She's visiting Rome on a press tour. And I didn't quite get this at first. Is that she's kind of getting a little hysterical about her pressure-filled life and all of her, you know, she has to be so proper all the time to not bring shame upon her royal position.
So they give her, like, a sedative to help her sleep, but then she wanders out to go see Rome. After that, she sneaks out and then she's just high. And I somehow missed that at first. I was like, what is going on? She's acting so weird. But this American journalist takes her in as no idea who she is. Just thinks she's a drunk girl out on the street, gives her somewhere to sleep it off. But then he realizes who she is the next day. She thinks she's still anonymous, but he's like, oh man, that's the princess. If I can sneakily get a bunch of photos of her, doing stuff around town, me and my photographer friend, talk about a story. I can make a bunch of money. And then it goes on from there. And it's, it's good. It's a good movie. I'm going to watch it again. It's one of those things that after I get to the end of it on my phone, I didn't delete it. I'm just like, well, because I just kind of watch things, you know, in bits and pieces. So I'm just going to start watching it again in bits and pieces.
So at this point, if I believed in higher powers of spirits of any kind, you know, if there was a spirit of travel, I would think he was smiling on me. That this thing that I thought was going to be so miserable, I can't believe how well it went. Sleeping over at the airport was like, downright fun, you know, like, that's on my docket now. Now I won't even hesitate. If I can get a deal on a flight and stay overnight at the airport, it's almost a bonus. The airport's got so much stuff in it. It's great. I had preferred sleeping in that airport considerably to this fucking Airbnb. I mean, now I'd sleep in the airport every night rather than this goddamn place, but I guess I'll get into that. And then yeah, that I was well rested and that I had the spare seat and that the 10 hours went by so easily as like, this is amazing. I guess it's like that thing of like, you know, you just put your trust in the world. There was a saying, what was that saying that, uh, Evan Dando of the lemon heads used to say it was like, surely the universe is unfolding as it should. You know, something like that. I've like, just don't overthink it. The universe is unfolding as it should. Everything's happening as it's supposed to happen. Diobool. Everything is okay. I probably use that word wrong. All right, here's a more major street. So it is going to have some more traffic, but yeah, this looks right. I believe, yeah, and you just stick on this for a while to get just in the remote vicinity at least of where I'm trying to go. This is a rare, relatively long street, assuming I take the right turn off after this subway station that I will not take.
But yeah, the one thing I thought was a little bit funny on this flight because I don't often take long flights like that. I just take short, cheap ones. It's cheap as I can manage. So there might be a little snack or something here. I have a throw pretzel in your face and that's that's fine. Oh yeah, also it's a head easy bathroom access. I got a coffee every time they came by and offered drinks. Usually I get no drinks because I just don't want to have to pee and, you know, make people get out of my way. Get out my way. Get out my road. I got to pee. I try to avoid that. But this time I got a coffee at every opportunity. So I guess that's also why I was wired through the flight and probably why I felt very fucked up when I got to Tokyo and it all started wearing off. But I was surprised the amount of food they fed us. There was like two different meals. And it's like, I mean, 10 hours a long time, I guess. But I feel like I could go 10 hours without chowing down. You know, I had some little snacks, some little granola bars and stuff that I still have because I never had a chance to eat them. But I don't know. I figure like maybe part of it is just so there'll be a routine so there'll be something to do. Just so people don't get antsy on the flight. There's always like, okay, here's a meal. Okay, here's a drink. Okay, here's the snack. Okay, here's the this, here's the that. Well, it was an excessive amount of food. I thought I didn't need any of it. It's a little weird. I like it though. I like I like airline food. But the reason I'm bringing this up is the one thing that was extra funny to me have just like the decadent present that we live in. Like I just can't believe. I don't know if the world does. Hopefully everything's just, you know, to infinity and beyond. But if the world really does regress and we can't just fly everywhere and be so crazy wasteful and burn fuel like we do now. I mean, there's so much stuff that it's like, yeah, this could go. And the thing that could really go on that flight is they already had pictures of water that again just kind of filled the space when there's nothing else going on. They just kind of go up and down the aisles offering glasses of water. But in our second little meal, one of the things it came with was a little plastic cup with a foil top that you peel back and it's just spring water. And it's like two gulps of spring water. It's like I've already there's already pictures of water all over this flight. It's just water. You really have to mass produce this little cup with water in it. That one to me was like, that's ridiculous. Like, come on. That doesn't need to be there. This actually, hmm. This actually, I mean, scale is a little hard for me to tell. I'm relatively new to having Google maps at my side. But here's the little turn off I need to take is coming up soon. Maybe I'm not that far from my little Airbnb, which probably means two freaking hours, but it doesn't look that bad on this. But anyway, everything went so good. So much better. I mean, I just couldn't ask for more. Totally amazing. This trip was off to a fly and start, but I did have some apprehension about getting to Japan just because of having to go through customs and tourist visas and stuff. And it was nothing about Japan. Everything went really smooth. The first time I visited it, it was no problem. I've had far worse times dealing with American customs. And I've heard many bad stories about Canadian customs from Americans. Apparently, we're real dickheads when it comes to the border. Japan wasn't like that, but still just just being in that situation. I mean, if I don't even necessarily want to go into McDonald's here because I'm afraid it's not going to go well, I don't want to be embarrassed by my total inability to communicate or whatever.
I mean, at the airport, it's not that problem. Obviously, everyone speaks English. It's just being put in a position where someone could say no. They're not gonna, but just that they could. And, you know, I'm trying to reverse engineer it. I'd be looking around the plane and like, look at all these people. Look at all these people. And this is one plane. Another plane is probably showing up 10 minutes after this one. All these people are going to be put through. It's going to be no problem. And when you reverse engineer it, it's like, it would be more of a problem for them to not let me in. They'd have to explain why. It would have to come a whole big thing. It's easier to just let me in, you know.
But I was running little drills in my head of like, if they do ask where I'm going, you know, what my plans are. Going to Tokyo, going to Fukuoka. I don't actually have a job, you know. Do I say I'm unemployed? Do I say I'm self-employed? I definitely don't say I'm unemployed. Do I say I'm self-employed? Do I say I'm a writer? If I need to prove that I have enough money to make it through a 90 day thing, I could do that, but even just scoop a crap like I've got my bank apps on my bank account. My phone and my fingerprints just weren't working. And I was like, what's going on with the fingerprint scanner? Because I need that to get into the bank app. Is it something with the altitude? Is it because I'm dehydrated? Has it messed up the grooves on my fingers? Like, what is going on? Turns out I think it was just that my little scanners were just filthy. They still are a little iffy, but they are working again. I think I just needed to clean them up. But I just, just nonsense. You know, it's none of it really makes sense. It's just impossible. Not to think about it. It would potentially, I think, be weirder to just be fully confident that everything is just going to go fine and to not consider it at all. Well, we landed, we left the airplane, and then we're in the airport. And, you know, it's just an airport. The airport didn't seem noticeably different from any of these other airports at that stage. But on the way to going to talk to the visa guy, I stopped in the washroom. And that's when it first started. Hit me. Because again, I'm such a low-brow man. The washroom will do it for me. But I got in there. And I went in one of the little stalls with the little toilet. And it's like, it's got like the uphatted seat. And it's got all the mechanisms on the side for the, the bidet and all that stuff. And it's just like, that's just hit with that first little wave of like, holy shit. After four years of just like COVID locking me down and just like, just idly daydreaming of like, like, yeah, I remember how fun it was to go to Japan some day. I'm going to go back to Japan. Like, that was it. I was in it. I was in Japan. And there was like, I mean, it's a stupid example. But it's so indelible. It's so clear. It's like, there is very few things that are so remarkably different between North America and Japan as the washrooms. You know, it really is a great example that you're somewhere else now.
Oh, sweet. Oh, yeah, I think this is the same one. That little walking path I was on a couple episodes back with the little fish in the stream. And it's like a little green line on the map. Oh, that's fucking awesome. I just stumbled upon it. Yeah, it doesn't go like directly to my Airbnb. I'll have to go aways and then jump ship on this thing. But I can walk like half the way on this little walking route. Ah, traffic free noise free. Taking me where I want to go. That's fucking sweet. I did not expect this. God, though, my shoulders are hurting. I would put down the bag and switch it to wheel mode. But it's so loud. It would ruin the podcast. But I don't even like doing it just for the neighborhoods when they're this quiet. I mean, sure, I'm talking to myself. But, but the constant, this is so much more obnoxious. I don't want to do that. I suppose I could just stop for a second. Yeah, let's just put this bag down for a moment. Take a seat. My legs are fine. But my shoulders are hurting. So that's another thing. Now I'll try to talk quietly because at least when I'm walking, even if I'm being slightly obnoxiously loud, at least I'm moving. So I like if I'm moving past someone's house, you know, they can hear me through their window. At least I'm on my way past. So they won't have to hear me for too long. But if I'm sitting here for a few minutes, I definitely don't want to disturb anyone.
But yeah, before, because this is where I guess I'm going to start. This is where the journey, where, you know, everything was going so perfect. This is where it felt like things were going less good, although in hindsight. None of it's really that bad. It's all been pretty decent, but it felt, it felt crazy at the time. So this is the more, oh no, everything is going nuts and the trips falling apart. It's not out of whatever. This is the more downbeat side of the story. So before we get into that, one last for just going to give thanks to the wonders of the travel God is, man, I am so pleased with how well my feet have been holding up. I mentioned this a little bit in an earlier episode, but I was very concerned about this. It just started, I don't know where, about three weeks before this trip where my big toes was worse on one of my feet on my left one, but on both. We're just hurting like a lot. And obviously I walk stupid amounts like today. I walked all the way to that park, which was eight kilometers, which I don't know. Again, I'm not good with distances. I don't really know what that means. All I know is it took me all day. And now I'm walking back and it's taken me all night. And this is what I just do every day all the time. I just walk around.
So it was very disturbing to me how much my toes were hurting and trying different stretches and stuff. I had no idea why this all of a sudden started happening and nothing I was doing was helping. But as I was researching stuff, it seems like bunions were the problem, which is one of those terms I had heard. I thought they were just like bumps on your feet, which they kind of are, but it turns out it's because it just happens naturally with some people. And I have a long history of feet problems. I had to wear these weird devices on my feet when I was a kid to try to ameliorate my flat feet. Didn't work though, so I have flat feet. And I always had to wear special inserts in my shoes. But I guess bunions, it's because your feet are supposed to, your toes are supposed to split out, although if your feet split out too much, because you never wear shoes, apparently that's bad too. But they're supposed to split out to a certain degree just to give you balance. Your big toes are supposed to point toward each other basically so that you have more area, because so much of the pressure of your body goes on your big toes. But modern shoes for some reason have very narrow fronts a lot of the time. So there's no areas and it makes your toes get pushed away from each other. And because they're bent in that weird direction, it does cause a bump, but the bump is like the bone of your foot, poking out. And like once it happens, it's quite irreversible without surgery. It seems awful. So in my case, it was a bit from shoes, possibly, but my shoes actually backs. They didn't have quite a wide toe box. Although after this, the next pair of shoes I buy, I'm going to deliberately go by the biggest ones I can find, the most toe room. So I think it's mostly just a natural phenomenon with me, but maybe a bit of both. But once I found out that that was it, the way I tested it is I balled up socks and I put the socks between my big toe and my next toe over at night. Because I would be like, that's the thing. It wasn't even just walking that would make my toes hurt. I'd wake up in the morning with them hurting. Something I was doing at night was making them hurt. So I balled the socks up between my toes and sometimes they fell out, they didn't always stay in. But I did notice, noticeably, the next day my toes hurt less. I'm like, all right, I'm on to something here. So I got two different devices. For the daytime, the ones I'm wearing right now are just these little rubber toe rings. It's like a ring you put around your big toe that has a spacer between the big toe and the next toe over. So, you know, they're a little awkward, and as I got them a new rhythm around a bit, they get in weird positions and can cause some pain in and of themselves sometimes. But overall, they fantastically help because they just keep the toes separate. They keep the big toe aligned more or less like it's supposed to be instead of getting pushed inward. And then at night, I've got more elaborate ones that I put on that are like a whole weird brace that I put on each foot. That when I was just stomping around my apartment back in Canada, it's like, so what, I'm wearing these weird toe things. It's a little weirder now, like this Airbnb or the one in Montreal where it's more communal and I see other people. But I think like they say in Shawshank, how often do you look at a man's shoes and they kind of just look like weird slippers if you don't look too close. And I'm just like, whatever, I'm just wearing these things. They make a little weird clippity clop when I walk. I'm like, like, cell from portal, those weird things she's got on her feet or a protest from Starcraft. That's what I think of. I've got these weird feet, but they also hold my toes apart at night, hold my big toe away from my next toe over. Just to help sort of train your body to trend that way. And I have a feeling I'll have to wear both of these things forever, but I don't mind. I like the fact that I've been walking around for all the time in Montreal and all the time here and probably a week back in Canada, it's been over a month now. And just, yeah, it's like amazing. The toe pain is so incredibly reduced, 98% reduced. And it's just so rare for one of these medical problems to have such a clean solution. Lord knows I don't have that for my bad knee or my bad shoulder or my bad cyst buried in my abdomen. So, yeah, holy shit, right? Because that would have just, man, this would have been such a bummer if I couldn't walk around because my feet were just hurting all the time. And my toes were in pain. I guess I would have to do a lot more subway stuff. And a lot more of what I'm doing right now, a lot more sitting and contemplating Japan rather than actually moving through it. I'm sure that's common. Every once in a while, I see like a really old person here walking along like bent over with canes. And I feel very deep sympathy for those people because, man, I mean, I don't know, my grandmother's both lived to be fairly old, but one of them really old, my grandmother on my dad's side was 101. And in both cases, I was shocked how spry they were for such old people, but some old people yikes, like that is not the case. Something went terribly wrong. And I was going to say, hopefully that doesn't happen to me, but both my grandfather's died quite young. My dad was only 70 when he died. I'm probably just going to die, so I guess that solves that problem.
Alright, let's get moving again. Oh yeah, feels better on the old shoulders, maybe I just got to take more breaks. I didn't get to take as much of a break at that park as I wanted to because I've never really noticed that much mosquito activity in Japan, but I know they do have them. I mean, where I'm from, the east coast of Canada, the mosquitoes are fucking insane, so compared to that, nothing seems so bad around here, but that park in particular. A lot of mosquitoes, so I didn't stay very long. I've just been walking, walking like a fool because I do just need to take breaks a little more often.
So yeah, thanks to the travel guide, things have gone better than I could even ask for, really no complaints. So that being said, let me complain. So the flight was already a bit late because Calgary is a frozen death pit, you know, it was below freezing. They had to de-ice the plane, there was snow everywhere, so that delayed us.
But basically, I mean, I think I still got there like 5.30 and the check-in thing for this hostel wasn't until 10. And I mean, ultimately, that didn't matter at all what time, but it was just that the guy trying to be helpful. A lot of the problems with this hostel are weird because the guy is really trying. He's really trying. And it's just a weird example of how you can put all the effort in the world into things, but sometimes it just doesn't work out. It just is a problem anyway. But this is one example of that, as I got a message from the guy at the airport.
Basically just saying, like, not that I had to be there by 10 o'clock, but he could only help me until 10 o'clock. And I saw in the reviews for this place some people that said they did have problems getting in initially.
And this guy would be around to help out till 10. After 10, it's cut off and no more. And I'll tell you why. Normally it'd be like whatever. You know, I kind of felt that way in Montreal, too, of like the shore, a lot of door codes. I sure hope this goes okay, but it all went okay. But the thing here is, is God is so elaborate. Again, especially once I got to this place and I realized how just this little tiny, rinky, dink house, just packed full of stuff. But you have to go on to this website. It's all fancy fans that looks like a four-star hotel website, feeling all your info and do all your stuff, because you do need Airbnb and Japan are treated a bit like hotels in the sense that you're supposed to get all the info of people that are staying, their passport numbers, where they're from, where they were just at, where they're going next, get you out of here.
So you did all that. And then you got a check-in code with offers as well for all the amenities. Do you want a towel? Do you want this? Do you want that? There's only $2 for this or $1 for that, which is just, that's a little annoying. When places do that, it's like just give me a towel. Don't charge me $2 for a towel. I won't pay it. I will never pay you $2 for a towel. You can give me a towel. I'm very self-sufficient. I would like a towel, but if you don't give me one, it'll be a cold day in hell. Pay you for a towel that you should just give me. But from there, once you're filling all the stuff, you get your little code, a number and a QR code. And then also, sticking with the idea of helpful but not at the same time. This guy had sent a YouTube video a couple of days earlier of how to get to the hostel from the station. So it was just kind of a sped up, a little walk, starting here, here's where you go. And I mean, that is very handy. I did, in fact, use it when the time came. That was nice. But then the second part of the video was, now here's what's going to happen when you get here. Even though again, this is just, this guy, I don't know, is just trying so hard to make it seem legit and fancy. So there's a panel you open outside as a front door, and it has a tablet on it. And you use the tablet with your code or with the QR thing. But that's not what gets you in. That gives you a second QR code that you have to scan with your phone. And you need to have this app called Sesame, this some kind of a lock app. And you got to make sure you've got the Wi-Fi password and everything ahead of time if you don't have data so that you can interface with the Sesame app. And once you scan that QR thing, then you can use the app and you just open the app and press unlock, and that unlocks the front door. And then inside the front door, you use the code you got at some point during this process to open a lock box that has the key to get into the room. And it's like, yeah, no fucking wonder this guy had reports that people were having trouble getting in. What is this? Why are there so many steps that's insane? But it between that and his message of like, hey, I'm only going to be around till 10. And, you know, after that, if you aren't able to get in, just want to warn you, you know, like that could happen. I was motivated to get there before 10, you know what I'm saying now. Like I was pretty sure I followed all of his steps pretty well and I understood what was going to go on, but especially after the long journey and how exhausted I was and how by my old clock it was three or four in the morning, I was running on fumes and like the reason I picked this place was I remember when I booked it, I don't totally remember what was going through my mind because I really should have booked somewhere else even just like, why would I start off? Oh, I guess I know why. I guess I kind of expected that I would just get a lot of communal places because they were somewhat cheaper. So I knew this was like a communal thing, but I just really quickly as we go through this vacation all this roaming holiday, I'll describe all my Airbnb's as we go, but I pivoted quite quickly to realizing it's only a little bit more to get like private accommodations, sometimes whole like little mini apartments. I didn't necessarily need to do the communal thing, but I guess because this was the first one. And that's what I did by Naka Itabashi. That place was communal and it was great. I loved it.
So I remember thinking I guess when I booked this way back whenever I did, that I was kind of treating myself because of the location which hey, this has been great. All these places, these neighborhoods that I've never been to, I have fucking loved all these places including where I'm right now. And I'm still just on this cool little path. I don't actually think I might have got turned around this might not be the same path, but whatever. I'm going more or less the right way. And yeah, this is like, this has been great. But I remember I picked this place because it was central, you know, it's three stops away from Shibuya Station or one stop on the express.
Or in my terms, it was an hour long walk from Yoyogi Park. And it's like, okay, I know Yoyogi Park quite well from my last trip. So I could situate in my mind, I couldn't know where this place was. And even though my favorite places in Tokyo tend to not be central like this, I like the outskirts a lot. But Tokyo is so big, you know, like if I booked an Airbnb and some other weird obscure neighborhood, it would just take so much longer to be tacking on an extra two hours or so of confusing trains and things to try to get there. I just didn't want to do that when I first arrived. So I picked this place because I knew all trains lead to Shibuya. You know, it's almost impossible not to end up in Shibuya if you just ride random trains around. And from there, worst case scenario I could walk. So that's why I picked the place. And I mean that aspect of it did work out. It was good in my exhausted brain rattled state to have a place that was so easy to get to. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm still in the airport here at this point.
Okay, I'm still going the right way. Nice.
Unfortunately, I will have to turn off of this awesome little walking path before too long to head down to where I need to go. But yeah, I was in the airport. I went to use the washroom real quick and got my first blast of like, I mean it was like in the Simpsons, you know, when they're in Australia. And they have the special toilet that makes the centrifugal force of the water go the American way. I'm Bart Shed the Tier.
I had a similar just a little moment where it's just so silly that I'm just in a washroom. But I was like, it got hit by that. Like, I'm here. I'm here. I did it. I made it. Like, yeah.
But speaking of being exhausted, I'm exhausted right now. My burst of energy from the nighttime is starting to wear off and I can hear an ambulance in the distance. And it's like, oh yeah, people have real problems. Not like, oh, I had to fill out a form at the airport. These complaints are so dumb. They're just so dumb. They just don't matter. However, I will sadly force with this story. But I'll save it. I'll do it tomorrow. I'll continue this dumb little adventure. Also, I'm getting rained on. Very lately. It's actually very nice. Feels good. But I shouldn't have my little recorder out while it rains. That's the sign. It's the sign from the podcast gods to give it a rest. So let's reconvene for me tomorrow. And for you, it'll be right now.
All right. It's the next day. I'm in the same position where the sun went down. And now I got to walk home. And I'm not as far away as I was yesterday. But I'm not close. And it's very quiet right now because I tried to cut through. It's like, oh, I'll just take this other route. That's going in the general right direction. Of course, it's all just a circuitous, weirdness and a dead end. I should know better. Just because there's drink machines leading you along as though like, yeah, this is a place people go. It doesn't mean it is at all. They're drinking machines everywhere. It doesn't matter if you're hidden dead end or not. It's fucking beautiful though at nice little neighborhood.
So let's wrap this up. I think it's kind of maybe a good sign in a way that I put off doing this travel part of the story of my traveling. But especially even that I double put off doing this second half where things kind of sucked. Because I guess it's just not interesting to me. And I mean, I think that's a good sign for the overall health and fun level of this podcast. Because I was a little concerned before I started just knowing myself. I'm definitely a complainer. And there's a lot of that in this podcast, of course. But I didn't want it to have an overall negative tone.
You know, I want to touch on how there's tough things about traveling by yourself. But also at the end of the day, it's just walk here, sit on this bus, walk here, sit on this plane, walk here, sit on this train, walk here, sleep in this bed. Fundamentally, it's not like I'm pushing a big rock, turning a big crank. It's not hard like that.
So even though in the moment, at the time, I felt like everything was pretty zany when I got into Tokyo. But by the next day already, it's like, I guess this is not that big a deal.
I definitely invent my own problems a lot in the moment. Man, this is fucking beautiful. I'm in a place called Meguro City now. And I just walked past like a fancy pants opera place, really tall building, all lit. I think it was beautiful people in tuxedos and crap walking around. So now I'm not there. I'm just some side streets and back streets. But this is significantly fancier overall than the other places I've been wandering around so far. And now I'm walking past a fine dining place that even has curtains that are just lowered enough that when my gocky face tries to look in as I walk by, you know, I'm not making eye contact with any of the patrons, but I can see all the fancy dishware, silk napkins and stuff.
I'm trying to set myself in a general direction. So as I wander, at least I'll sort of end up vaguely closer to get back to my terrible Airbnb. But that's really not possible. I almost had my nose in the phone at every turn, so I'll just forget it. It's just wander and then I'll figure out where I am after.
So arriving in Tokyo, I guess I was saying, yeah, I arrived in the airport and I went to the washroom and I got my first taste of Japan. When I visited before 2019, it's a little bit of a blur, but I think what they did is they just handed out custom forms to everybody on the plane and like a little pencil or a little pen. And then it was kind of an excessive amount of stuff to fill, and even though it's just no, no, no, no, no, no. Any weird vegetables? No. Bring it any guns or drugs in? No. Are you currently or have you ever been on the top 100 most wanted war criminals? CIA list? No. No. International incidents? No.
But this time I had kind of forgotten about this. One of the reasons why I waited a year for Japan to be open for the year before I made my journey is there was a lot of stuff when they first opened about extra steps of vaccination papers and apparently it was a real pain at the airport. Things were taken forever.
I'm going to do it again. I'm going to go down a random side street. There's people coming my way on bicycles, so I mean, surely they came from somewhere, right? This can't be a dead end this time. I believe this should be fine, but just bureaucracy barriers. I just hate them. They're so uncomfortable. The fewer of them I have to deal with, the happier I am.
So that whole idea, you know, extra uncomfort, or it's just like, what if I did something wrong? What if it doesn't work? I mean, I assume they must have had some system for that. Maybe you just take a COVID test right there. I don't know. But I made sure I had all that stuff and all my paperwork and everything. Just in case, even though at this point, the word I had heard is that they were no longer requiring any proof of vaccination, which was the case. We walked through a temperature thing. You just walked through a second metal detector, but apparently it takes your temperature, and that was it. So second up, and I'd completely forgotten about this, was that in order to make that process a little faster, they started a thing called my Japan web. I think it's called where you could fill in all your vaccination stuff ahead of time. And even though they weren't doing the vaccination stuff anymore, that was still a thing, but I actually completely forgot about that. I'd seen YouTubers talking about it and stuff. It wasn't until I went to check in for my WestJet flight the day before leaving that they were like, hey, by the way, go to this website, do this thing, and you'd get a QR code. Instead of having to go through all the paperwork at the airport, you can just do it now ahead of time and scan the QR code and you're good to go. I probably should have watched somebody's tutorial about it. I remember there's a YouTuber named Cakes with Faces, who I've been watching a lot. Who is from England, but on her trips to Japan, she wrote a whole Japan travel book, does YouTube videos. Very cool. Hi, I'm Amy with Cakes with Faces.
That's my amazing impersonation of a British woman. So yeah, I would recommend if you're coming to Japan, just go watch somebody's primer on how the MyJapan web thing works just to make sure you do it right. Because I didn't do it right. And my trouble was the reason I thought I did it right. It was very long and involved. Like all the no-no-nose, but then it's like, where's your address? What's your phone number? Which I mean, I guess people know these things? I don't. I have to look up my own paperwork. I'm like, here's the apartment that I'm not in anymore. I don't have a phone number. I was just using my mom's. I had to look that up. Where are you staying when you get there? So I had to figure out the address of this hostel that is all in Japanese. I tried to translate it. It took ages. And it was very strange and confusing. But in the end, I got a QR code. So I'm like, okay, I guess I did it. The problem is I was supposed to have two. Even without the vaccination stuff anymore, there's still, it spits out two of them. And I don't know exactly what the difference is. One of them is customs. So I did have the customs one. Whatever the first one is, immigration perhaps? That one I did not have. So if I had watched somebody's tutorial, I would have known that I did it wrong. But I just thought because I got to the end of a process and got a QR code that I was done.
Speak of the devil, man. I'm just in some pretty major intersection. This building has a QR code. Like a gigantic QR code on top of it. I'm brand new to QR codes. I've never used them before this trip. But it's been working out. Okay. Overall, you know, it's like, you just hold them up to your phone and they do stuff. With that work, is this like a, that Jonathan Blow game, the witness where, you know, you can like, draw patterns in the sky and stuff? Is that what this is like? Like, if I hold my phone up to that QR code that's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight floors up, can my phone scan it?
Cool.
Anyway, so all this stuff I'm about to describe, none of them were major problems. They were all small, but I guess I should reiterate. For me, it was like three or four in the morning. The equivalent of, even though it was only five, thirty or something in Japan. Well, no, I guess based on, so I guess it was five a.m. for my hometown, but if I was in Montreal, to my body clock, it was four a.m. Whatever, who cares? It's not important. It was late. I was drinking coffee like a madman on the plane, and it was wearing off rapidly. And I should have taken a nap on the plane, but I didn't, and I only slept, you know, five and a half hours. I was pleased with my sleep, but it really wasn't that much. So, I mean, I was, everything seemed worse because I was, you know, I'm running on fumes at this point. I'm like a puppet being held up by strings, you know. But the lineup, it was a super long line to talk to the immigration people, or the visa entry, whatever. I honestly don't know what this part of the airport process is called, but the line was going really fast.
And at one point, I had to give over my passport and take fingerprints. But then when I got to the guy, the QR thing didn't work, wouldn't scan. So he kicked me out and he said, go get a piece of paper. It's just like I was back on the plane again. I had to do the whole paper thing with the addresses and figuring it all out. Airbnb does not make it easy to figure out the phone number of the place, because I had to write that down too. What's the number of the place where you're staying? Through the mobile app, I had to literally try to phone the guy. It was the only way to see the number. And then luckily, because my phone isn't a phone, it didn't actually call him, it didn't work. But that's just, just annoying again, just a million little annoying things. And I like this neighborhood. This feels very different. This feels kind of like the stretch between Akihabra and Oeno.
Maybe it definitely feels like somewhere I've been before, but maybe that's not quite right.
So I slowly, painfully filled out the thing, went through the line again, I had to explain to the passport lady like I already just did this. This doesn't happen very often, but someone has to go through twice.
But that guy didn't even say a word, you know, just did some stuff on his end. I wrote down on the thing that I wanted to stay for the full 90 days. He just looked at my passport a bit, typed in some stuff, just gave me the approval stamp. Last time I was here, I mean, the guy talked to me, asked me some stuff, not this time, just honestly didn't care at all. So I was like, ah, sweet, alright, thank you.
Because even just stuff like the 90 days, I don't know, again, I'm coming up with stuff in my brain that no one else cares about. This guy's got, you know, hundreds of people, he's got a deal, but he doesn't care. But I feel like it is a little weird to stay for the whole 90, isn't it? I doubt most people do that. But again, just this assumption that anybody cares about me when they don't, in a good way. You know, it's good that they don't care. Just some guy. But then I got through there, and then it was the customs part where I was just confused, I didn't understand what was happening. Didn't know how to escape, I didn't know there was a next step. Finally figured out, you know, they gestured me to another even longer page where I had to fill out a lot of the same stuff. But even though I just filled it out, I would still have to do the whole process again of copying the Japanese address that I don't understand the formatting of and putting that into Google Translate and writing all stuff out. I started to do it, and I just, I was recognizing stuff, and I was like, wait a second. Both of the forms are somewhat redundant, but this was the longer one, and I'm like, man, this is the stuff I did. This is definitely the stuff that I did. So I went up to that guy with my QR code, and was like, hey, can we give this a try? I think this will work. And it did, and I was like, ah, suddenly it all became clear. Now I knew what had happened. Because I was so baffled that my QR code didn't work, because it told me it was fine. But it's because this was the wrong one. I was supposed to have two, I only had one. Not a lot of useful information in this podcast series, but that's definitely one of them. Make sure you get both QR codes. So they let me through. Now I was free. I was officially in Japan. But then, yeah, I got the message from the guy at the Airbnb, who put the fear of homelessness in me, you know. Because this all took so long that, you know, I thought arriving at 530, getting to the Airbnb by 10, I mean, everything is far away, in Tokyo, it's a big city. But I was not concerned, you know, I had lots of time. But the plane arrived late, I was in the airport forever. And I was like, oh my god.
Man, the confusingness of Tokyo, I feel like, I mean, my internal sense of direction is not good. But I feel like I'm walking in circles, like I've taken so many left turns that I'm going back where I came from. But according to my little map, I am actually getting closer to where I'm going. Because I guess it's just, again, because the roads aren't necessarily straight and stuff, so they're taking gentle curves here and there. And my brain, for whatever little ability it does have to figure out what I'm doing, is only demarcating the turns when they're a direct 90 degree turn at intersection. All the other turns are going right over my subconscious's head.
So I got through Customs Proper, I was into the airport, and I was like, oh yeah, the first time I came, there's the first washroom I went to. So that is a spot of deep spiritual meaning to me. But instead of being excited, I was, again, just agitated and stressed. Because at this point, I don't know what time it was, I don't remember anymore, but I just knew that 10 o'clock thing. I mean, when you look at how far away Narita is, man, so far, my plan had been to take the normal train. But I think maybe I should take that expensive skyliner direct train, just to get there a little sooner.
But I couldn't figure out anything. I couldn't find a cash machine. I mean, let's just streamline all this, because who cares? I couldn't find an ATM to get money out, but I eventually did find it. And I took out $300 worth. 30,000 yen that was like the conversion rate to Canadian was like $290 some dollars. It was almost one to one. Which is a better rate than I had last time, but certainly not as vaunted as the my de-American dollar. Then the sweetca card, so it's sweetca, it just means watermelon, and it's just because the card is green. Got a green stripe on it, and a penguin. But I got this sweetca card in 2019, and I kept it ever since, just as a cool thing. Just keep it in my wallet, because I'm that guy. Just open my wallet and be like, ah, look at that, my little sweetca card from Japan. But it turns out it's kind of a handy thing that I kept it, because there's a shortage of them for whatever reason. I don't know why. So there's all these signs everywhere that were like, hey, if you're a visitor, you got to get this temporary sweetca visitor card. You can't get a real one anymore. But I still had mine, and my Montreal Metro card had run out, because it expires after four or five years or whatever, four years I think. Where I looked up this week a thing, and I think I read that it lasts for nine years, although you think ten would make more sense. But one of those, nine or ten. So theoretically mine should still be good. But again, there's just a lot of, ah, not understanding where to go, or what was happening. I found a lot of those signs and line-ups for the temporary card, but it was pretty tough to figure out where to refill my sweetca, but I finally found it. I've had $100 in there, and that was kind of cool. I put it on the little tray for to read my card, and it's still remembered that I had 160 yen on there. And that is cool, because I remember that my last day in Japan.
Me and my friend Brad went to a place called Osawa Falls that is so far west, it's hard to get much further west than that and still be in Tokyo. You gotta take the train all the way, then take a bus. I don't know if I'll actually make it back there this time because it's such a long journey. But it was pretty cool, but then the next morning had to leave, so I went all the way from there, all the way across Tokyo. It literally took all day. I left it like 7 in the morning. I got there somewhere in the afternoon. That was extra bad because it was not rush hour, so they were all local trains. No expressives. Every stop. I stopped at every fucking stop from Akigawa all the way to Nareta Airport. Ridiculous, but that's what I did that day. And that the money worked out so perfectly is wild. That I had the exact right amount of money on my suite card that I only had 100 and some yen left. I remember I'd forgotten about that. But I remember I felt proud about it at the time, like wow, it's like throwing a dart from a mile away and I did it. I didn't hit the bull's eye, but I hit the board. You know, good enough. So that was cool that it remembered. I still got my card. So mainly it's a subway card. But you can also use them at convenience stores and at some drink machines. So that's my main plan is to just use the card as much as possible and just have the money. As a backup. But yeah, kind of cool. That's like for the for the moment, just for a tiny moment, instead of feeling overwhelmed and stressed, because I couldn't figure out what was going on with anything. Just for a second, I was like, hey, this is cool. I'm the only one here. This gaggle of foreigners who has a real suite card. Awesome. Man, I've been seeing crap loads of English speaking foreigners to all over the place. Just got passed by a classic gaggle of a white guy, a black guy, and a Spanish looking guy all overweight classic anime nerds. Of course, I mean no offense, because it's, you know, it's like in that movie chasing Amy overweight or underweight nerds who can't get laid. That's our bread and butter. I'm also in the demographic.
I'm just old and skinny instead of young and portly. I guess though, too, it could be because this is the most central I've ever stayed at an Airbnb. All my other ones were a lot further out before and they will be from here on in, too. So maybe that's why, maybe that's why I'm seeing so many of my fellow visitors. All the words that come to mind are salty, such a safe visitor. Oh my god, there's a guy, a fellow foreigner who's taller than me. I'll care for that. That's the first person I've seen just taller than me. This is, I'm just exposing how fragile my ego is. Oh, I have a suite card. Oh, I'm tall. I'm not fat. I'm skinny. Shut up. Fucking idiot.
But yes, all the counter for the skyliner and it was just a big long line-ups. I really didn't want to spend 20 or $30 or whatever it is on the thing anyway. This is where I started to get my brain back together, just started to disentangle things. Is I went down to wait for the regular train. And it's just like, what am I doing? My whole thing is not to rush. I get to the airport early. I take long trips to places where I don't have an itinerary. I don't like being rushed. I don't like being pushed at all. Remember that part in Undertale where there's a snail race? You got to press the button to encourage your snail, but the gag is if you press it too much, he freezes up and just stops. That's I'm one of those for sure. Toby Fox knew who he was talking to and you push me too much. I'm just going to stop. I'm just like, I'm just not going to do it. And that's what happened here where I just something switched in my brain where I was like, who cares if I'm late? Who cares if I don't get there by 10? What's the worst that could happen? Okay, maybe I just can't get into the Airbnb and I can't reach the guy to help me. If that happens, I'll just get a bunch of coffee out of the machines and I'll just walk around all night. What the fuck do I care? Meanwhile, I was actually my legs were feeling a little wobbly. I felt a little dizzy as I went down some stairs to get to the subway. Like I was very exhausted. Realistically, I was not walking around all night. But you know, the other scenario would be I could just go get a hotel somewhere and spend way too much money for one night. Who cares? I had to do it. I had to do it. I got the money. I can do that.
And that definitely helps. I'm just inventing this problem for myself. This guy running the Airbnb, he's trying to be nice. He's trying to be helpful. He's saying, hey, until 10 o'clock I can help you, but after 10 I'm going to bed and turning my phone off. He's not trying to add stress. He's trying to help. But that's the story of that Airbnb. I've never seen somebody try so hard to over achieve and just fucking fall on his face over and over. That shitty place. We'll get to that though. But yeah, then the train sat there for a while and I was like, that's okay. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Don't get stressed about it. It doesn't matter if you don't get there by 10. Who cares? Who cares?
What the heck? I cannot get over how freaking nice this everything is in this neighborhood. Where am I now? So I think I'm sort of in between the guru and Shibuya heading vaguely toward my goal of set a gourd. There's another foreign guy. So I guess maybe this is the trick because Shibuya itself I always stand kind of crowded and it's just a lot of stores and things and I don't ever buy anything. So maybe this is the trick. Just get a bit outside of Shibuya. You get the rub. But it's not just the giant crowded bunch of crap. So the train started moving and it was an express and it was pretty good. I was pretty impressed compared to my previous stop at every single stop attempt. We got into Tokyo proper pretty quickly and it was cool again having the phone. I could take the little I could watch the little blue dot getting closer and closer to I was trying to get to one of the stations near the sky tree. But yeah, the problem is I had I had one Google Maps thing planned out with the approximate time. I think I had you know it's set to the time of like 5.30 when I thought I was going to get there and I took a little screen capture. But by now it was like 7.30 or something. So I wasn't technically on quite the right train and it got me basically into Tokyo proper. But it was one of those cases where this train was supposed to turn into another one and then turn into yet another one and that didn't happen. It just went off somewhere, somewhere wrong. So eventually I was like alright you know what I'm just going to get off of this thing. Just get off wherever. Get out of the subway. Go find some Wi-Fi from a convenience which I hadn't realized yet at that point that that's not necessarily a thing that exists anymore. But just so I can message the guy and tell him I wasn't going to make it by 10 and don't worry about me I'll figure it out.
I'm just passing Nakamagoro Station East Entrance 2.
There's a promise of a washroom in here. That's why I'm stopping in. I'm not taking the train. I'm not giving up on walking. Oh my Lord, why is it so beautiful? What the fuck?
Oh there's one of the foreign guys. He looked over, saw my recorder. He's like I don't think he knows what I'm doing. He knows I'm some kind of fucking YouTuber or podcast or some shit. But yeah that's where this episode is a little bit just slightly tiresome to recount. God bless you for listening. Thank you very much. I just want to talk about how beautiful stuff is and how awesome it is. I don't know. All the stressed details who cares. Yeah this is what I was thinking of though. I believe it is by your way now where there's a shopping street that's right next to train tracks and that's exactly what this is. As you're doing here right now.
Man that was the most classic foreign guy yet. Blonde curly hair, wearing a bandana, smoking. If he was a bit fatter and wasn't smoking, he looked like TKO Sam, the YouTuber.
It's interesting how there's a lot of neighborhoods in Tokyo that are reminiscent of each other but they're different. You know it's kind of cool. Like I still have my list of places I've been to before that I kind of want to go back to. But in a way I feel like I'm getting a taste of a lot of them without going there yet. And that's kind of what I liked about Ikabukuro in general. Ikabukuro is like a tiny version of like four or five different neighborhoods. This is cool.
But where was I? Oh yeah. So I was just going to try to escape the station. And this I still don't really understand what happened. I guess I could maybe look it up but I don't think it matters because I don't think it'll ever come up again.
But the station I happen to get off that was was Nippori station because I recognize the name but I didn't know why I recognize the name. I think I only just recognize the name just because it was a major station. So I went to one of the exit gates and I put my little sweeper card in. Oh geez, I got real echoing quite all of a sudden. And it just made a big red bomb.
So I went to the guy at the booth because the thing like this kind of happened to me once where I'd forgotten how complicated and weird the Tokyo subways are or one time. I don't quite remember exactly how this happened. It's just a evidence of how how confused I get and how complicated it is that I somehow left from Ikabukuro. And I went like somehow around the loop of the subway partway. I just somehow ended up back at Ikabukuro and I was just so confused that I was like let me just get out of here and start over and go do something else. But the fact that I was exiting from the same gate I entered by about 20 minutes later was obviously strange behavior. So it kicked me over to the attendant and I just had to explain like sorry I'm just dumb I don't know what I'm doing and they let me out. So I thought maybe this was somewhat of a similar thing. But I went over and the guy he just pulled out like a weird little cartoon that just showed four gates. And it was like gate two three and four are connected to your current train system that you're on. But you're at one. One doesn't work. You can't go through here. So I was like okay. I mean whatever I understand numbers. I'll just go to a different one. That's fine. Whatever. Like I assume instead of it looked like an exit but it must have been like a connection to a different train line that's owned by a different company that I didn't have access to with this week a card I assume. But I went to one of the other gates. You know the number two or number four or whatever one of the ones that I supposedly could go through and the same thing happened the red bar. So I was just like oh whatever I don't know I don't know what's happening again. I was like so tired such small levels of emotional reserves that's just pisses like whatever fuck off. So instead I just got back on the train. I think I only had to go one more stop to whatever the next stop is after Napoleon. Maybe it was a way no I don't know. Anyway another major station and from there I got on to wherever I needed to get to to get to Shibuya because I knew my Airbnb was pretty close to Shibuya. Worst case scenario I could walk from Shibuya.
I took a little break because I got so gobsmacked with how beautiful that area was that I forgot I got in there to look for a washroom. I hit a point where I just was like, I just need to focus on not peeing my pants right now. I can't talk and focus while I'm doing that. Man, even if you go way back, this is not part of my advanced age. This is just how I've always been where. I remember this a lot in New York. I did it when I lived there. She was big in to drink in. I didn't put it like that. They're going to fancy pants places and getting fancy pants drinks. But I remember after I mean all it takes is two or three drinks that me and I'm just a super pee machine. I just definitely remember there'd be times you'd be walking around and normally I'm just a fucking running my mouth all the time about whatever stupid thought that I have. I would just be mysteriously quiet. She'd be like, what's going on? It's just like, I just need to pee. That's all. I need to focus my energy on not being. So I got to set a guy apart where I was here the other day. I know this is dang close to my Airbnb.
This is totally in my hood and I was like concerned because it's so pitch black, it's super dark out there. I'm like, I hope this whole place isn't just shut down or whatever. But it's only actually 7pm. It just gets crazy dark really fast here.
So there's people jogging all over the place. There's a bunch of well lit, fully stock super inviting washrooms. That's wonderful.
I'm surprised how many people are out here jogging, but I guess again it's only 7pm. If you just got off work or whatever, just because it's pitch black out this would be totally normal in the summer. It just only seems a little weird now because it's so dark. But anyway, let's burn through this. I'm fucking boring myself with this stupid story. So all of these places were very crowded and busy. All of these trains, all of these train stations. And that's just not the part of Japan I like the best. I'd rather be sort of in halfway in the woods. Weird trines and paths and stuff. Or quieter neighborhoods. The big crush of people, I mean, I haven't been back on the subway since. It's a bit of a shocking arrival. Just like, oh jeez, well, everything is so packed. And I mean, this is the most perfect example of that there could ever be. I got the Shibuya station and it's like, okay, if I get to some other train line that I'd never heard of before, I could go to Saginjaya. I still don't remember the name of this neighborhood. I mean, but I got off the train at Shibuya station. And I didn't quite know where I was going. Again, it's just like, I don't know, just get to an exit, figure it out. And I came out at the exit that's right at Shibuya crossing, the biggest pedestrian crossing in the world. Oh, even I guess just a moment before that, I just saw the way out and just people. Boom, just people everywhere. It's like a flood of people coming against me. And I'm just like, oh fuck, well, trying to navigate through them. And it turns out that's wise because a full load of Shibuya crossing people just crossed and were coming in. So I was like, oh god, so many people. What the hell? And then I got outside and right away I recognized it. I was like, oh fuck, how did I just accidentally stumble onto one of the busiest places on the planet? That's fucking insane. When you're feeling quite stressed and put upon by how many people there are everywhere. And whoops, whoopsy daisy. Honestly though, I mean, the first time I went there, I was surprised that it wasn't bigger because when you see it on movies and TV and stuff, you know, it's very famous. Even if you don't know what I'm talking about, if you look up Shibuya crossing, you'd be like, oh yeah, of course, I've seen that.
Because, you know, with movies and stuff, they film it from higher up, they use wide angle lenses and stuff. In real life, it's not that big. But it's still big. Still a lot of freaking people. And at this point, it was already 10 o'clock. I had failed my mission. So I was considering walking from there. But I was like, oh, let me just try to figure out where this other train line was. And I found it. And I kind of regretted once I walked down into the station because the train was so crowded full of people. It's like, geez, I don't want to get on that train. It wasn't as crowded as the other ones, but it was still plenty crowded. But I was already down there. So I had let that train go. Got lined up in position to get in the next one. And then it was an express. So I was only going three stops, but I only had to go one stop because it was the express one. And then, then finally, once I got off there, that's my first, that was my first taste of Tokyo that wasn't jam-packed full of people.
Everything from the visa line up at the airport to the terminal at the airport, all the trains. The train started out not too busy at the airport, but it got busier and busier and busier. Finally, I came out on, well, one of these neighborhoods, like I'm in right now, where it's just not that bad. And it was nighttime. And everything was extremely pretty. And then as I got closer and closer to the hostel, everything got more and more calm. And you just start seeing people that look cool. You know, it's like, yeah, this is a pretty hip neighborhood. This is pretty sweet. And then when I got to the Airbnb, just so ridiculous, all the stuff with the... You got to open a little panel outside, and there's a tablet. And you got to put in a QR code that I got earlier through the tablet. And then that was supposed to give me another QR code that I scanned into an app called Sesame, so I could then use an app to unlock the front door. But that didn't happen. But I did get a code for a key lock box inside. And it's like, you know, again, this is why I was concerned about not getting there on time because what the heck, it's so complicated. But then the front door was just... I was like, what's going on here? I tried the front door. The front door was just open. You could just open it. There was no lock. And then there was tape over all of the locks to make sure no one could lock it. And just a sign that said, do not lock locks. No more sesame. And it's like, well, why in the fucking name of fuck did you send me the video that elaborately explained everything about the goddamn sesame app? If you don't even fucking use it anymore, you know, it's like, obviously, this place is quite new. It's like a year old. Obviously, this guy had all kinds of fancy intentions when he set the place up. Like, I'm going to do everything. What do you got from me? A tablet outside, so people can order towels from me. A special app to open the door? Cool! Give me everything. Give me it all. And then it was just way too complicated and confusing. And no one was able to get into the place. And he obviously had to, you know, there were reviews that said, like, I had trouble getting in initially. And then after that, everything was fine. He obviously had to come help people a lot, which is no doubt why he sent me that message saying, like, in case you need help, you know, you got to 10 o'clock. But it obviously was wildly over complex, so he just put tape over the locks. Just no more says to me, never mind. But he's just like, clearly, the initial burst of giving a fuck is over, because he doesn't give enough of a fuck to this changes process of what videos he's sending out to people and stuff. Just making everything so needlessly complex, complexity that doesn't fucking exist. He doesn't need any of that, you know. At this point, since the front door has no lock and there's just a fucking code for a key box inside to get you into the room with the bunk, all he needed to do was send me an Airbnb message with the number for my fucking thing. And that's it. That's it. That's it. But then if he did that, he's already got a fucking tablet set up outside the door, but he would be no use for the tablet anymore, right? So it's all this tablet shit. Like, if you hadn't done this previously, you could use the tablet outside to put in all your info that he needs for, you know, because Airbnb's are treated kind of like hotels in Japan, so you need all this information. Similar to the information that the customs people wanted. But everybody else just asked me for that stuff through Airbnb, and I just sent them an Airbnb message, you know. It's just so fucking elaborate. It felt like a bad joke that all the elaborate shit's not even fucking there. And it's not any kind of a felt, smooth way. He just put fucking tape on the locks. No more sesame. Oh, sorry. I think you're that message and told you to download the app, by the way, and stressed you out about all this weird shit that no one else in fucking history has ever asked someone to do. It doesn't even exist though. It's not even a thing. God damn it. I'm getting annoyed again. I was just like, what the fuck? I've been all stressed out. And again, I was at the end of my rope. Right now, I'm just feeling the echo of it. I don't feel like that at all right now, but I'm remembering how I felt that night. Just like, what in the goddamn fuck? So then I got in, and that's where I realized like, oh no, what was I thinking? What the fuck was I thinking when I booked this place? And I know it was just a location, which that part did work. In my time of need, I could get the Shibuya Station, and that did help. But I guess what I was thinking is that the first place I stayed when I visited Japan in Nakidabashi, it was a communal place like this. It was just bunks with a curtain around your bunk, and I loved that place. I was there for over a month. It was great. But it was a bunk in a big room. It was a great big room with like 10 bunks in it. This was a teeny tiny little room with at least eight bunks in it. And you could just hear everything, everything. So close to it. And I mean, I was talking about that place in Toronto. I stayed that was packed in. Somehow that wasn't as bad. This is so packed in. And just because of the paper-syn walls and just the way things are constructed here, I could hear people talking upstairs, let alone in that room. You can hear everything. And here's another example of this guy with the best of intentions over achieving, but causing everyone a bunch of shit by doing so, is there's a lot of automatic lights, you know, like on a, like motion sensors or something. I don't know if it's sound or motion. Which, you know, I kind of get, because like when I was paying the power bill in my apartment back home, I was like the dad of the apartment. Like why is everyone leaving all these lights on? This cost money, you know, turning off stuff when people weren't around or weren't using it. It makes sense on the surface to have these motion lights. So as you go in, the light turns on after everything settles down, the light turns off. But with this place, any little movement, the movement was so slight to turn on all the lights in this communal sleeping area, that that first night, the lights were turning on, I'm pretty sure, just from a guy snoring. And he wasn't snoring loud, like I was doing my classic technique of just putting headphones in and playing rain noises. And that was more than enough to fully drown this guy out. I couldn't hear him at all, but the little sensor sure could. So the lights would turn on, and then after 45 seconds, they'd turn off. And then in another couple minutes, they'd turn on and it turned off. And I had a curtain around my little bunk, but it was still getting through enough that I had to, I had to basically cover my eyes like I did at the airport. And that's, I guess, the thing is like, having just come from the Calgary Airport, I was like, dude, the Calgary Airport was so much more comfortable than this. Just being part of a big anonymous mass is not that bad. Being just trapped in this tiny little place with the other people is so uncomfortable.
So you get up or make any movement whatsoever, all the lights turn on. But then you got to open the lock to leave this room to go use the washroom, for instance. And that was on a timer too. So then you couldn't leave the door open, the door was set to close on its own. And then after 30 seconds, this big loud grind of the lock closing. And it was even worse if the door wasn't quite closed all the way because then the lock would get caught and go, bring it, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go. I have never been more uncomfortable to get up in the middle of the night to go piss in my fucking life. You know, you get out all the lights turn on and you open the lock and it makes this loud, grindy noise. And then when you come back, the whole process repeats. It's fucking awful. I feel so self-conscious getting up. And it's like torture. This place sucks. I fucking hate it. And then as if things couldn't get worse. You know, I was, I was regaling my friend Brad. I was like, hey, I'm in Japan and everything's awesome. But, but I fucked up with this Airbnb. This place is ridiculous. And as I was texting him, I looked down at my pant leg and I saw a bed bug.
And I wouldn't have known what it was except that we had a bed bug problem in New Brunswick as well. This tenant of my mom's. When she moved out, she left behind some bed bugs because she was like a dumpster diver, which I kind of appreciate that ethos, you know, that if people are just throwing stuff away and you have some use for it, yeah cool man, like an old table or something or whatever. But the dark side of it is that's how she got bed bugs in the house. And it was like a bit similar with that. When I saw bed bugs the first time, I saw the bed bug and I didn't know what it was. Just thought it was like a little beetle or something. And you know, we're from living in 100-year-old houses, rustic acid-landed Canada. I'm not bothered by bugs, you know, you share the world with the bugs you got to get used to them. So it's just like, hey there a little buddy of what, where do you go away. But then I saw another one. And then I started getting a weird feeling and I got like, wait a minute, what is this thing? And I researched it. And it was bed bugs. So this was definitely a bed bug. I know what these bastards look like. So I saw that one and I saw another one on like a curtain behind my bed. And I found two little teeny baby ones that were all gorge with blood. So it was just like, well there's the cherry on top of this joke. And again, this isn't this guy's fault, you know. This is like this sucks for him. Some dickhead brought bed bugs obviously. And I looked that up a bit. Like is this a thing in Japan? But I should be aware of. And mostly what I saw is that bed bugs are not a big problem in Japan, but they have been getting worse. And it's generally attributed to foreigners. And you know, there's stuff people will blame on foreigners that's not fair. But in this case, I feel like that's pretty safe to say is probably true, right? If people are just coming in from all over, you know shit they're bringing in bed bugs. Why wouldn't they? And this must be a bed bug paradise. Because so many people have been cycling in and out of this place. The fact that I'm staying there for like a week or five days or whatever the hell it is, is kind of unusual. A lot of people are just there for a day or two. So again, I can't really blame the guy for that. Everything else that's silly about this Airbnb is his direct, his direct fault even though, you know, it seems to be largely well meaning, but it just made everything annoying as fucking piss. But the bed bugs, that's just bad luck. That's just a bad role of the dice. And they are fucking bastards. They're so hard to get rid of. They're just the worst. So my mission is just to make sure I do not bring them along with me. But the thing is, after that first night, then I didn't see any more in my little area. Almost to the point that it's like, I mean to be just wishful thinking and be like, did I imagine that? Did that really not happen? Is this okay? Which of course not, you know, of course not. But then I saw one climbing up the little curtain outside. Someone else is bonking. It's just like, God, fucking dammit. Luckily though, I mean, you know, I'm just kind of getting used to this situation. I've started just like, stop, stop ingesting any liquids at sundown. So I don't have to pee too much at night. I've got my headphones in my earbuds with the rain noise at five. It's like my high volume. Five is the airport volume. But that's what I need to do to not hear everybody all night. Incidentally though, unofficial scientific research. I've never dated anybody who snored. So I was always a little curious. Or I mean, I wasn't curious, but I became curious once the opportunity presented itself here. Do women snore the same as men? Maybe it's stupid question. But I'm just thinking because sneezes and coughs and just talking in general sounds generally different. But nope, it can be the dantiest Japanese girl, white girl. Once they start snoring, it could be anyone. Snoring is snoring. It all sounds the same.
In case you're wondering. Somebody left an umbrella here. I was like, I'm probably going to need an umbrella at some point. It's going to get rainier. But I do have a little collapsible one that's much crappier than this umbrella, but this one doesn't fold down. It's just kind of too big. What am I going to do with it?
I'll leave it here for someone else to take. But yeah, my mission is to just not bring the bed bugs with me. So every day when I leave, I check all my stuff extremely well. When I get out of there, I'll again check extremely well, but the first thing I'm going to do with my next Airbnb, because this place has a washer and dryer, but he wants to charge money for it. Again, this is like fuck off. So first thing I'm going to do with the next place, put everything I own in the laundry, wash and dry, because the dryer in particular, the heat. Bed bugs aren't that hard to kill, and they can't fly, they can't jump, they're just idiots. They're not even resilient, like a flea, like you can just crush one with no trouble. Just rolling over in bed, you can accidentally kill them. That's what's so weird about them. They suck. They're such idiots. But they generally only come out when you're asleep. What are you going to do? They just dirtle out and they drink your blood and they leave. But also on the upside, since it's just a situation I can't do anything about, just got to accept it. But on the plus side, bed bug bites do not bother me. Like I don't notice them at all. I don't know if I got bit by any of them or not. Whereas like my cousin, he gets like itchy and inflamed and they really mess them up. Whereas for me, it's really just the psychological toll of just knowing that they're around, just knowing that as you're sleeping, they're crawling around. But the actual bites I don't feel them at all, I don't notice. Just thank God I'm only here for like five days. My old plan of like booking a place for weeks on end. Instead, this time it's a series of small trips just because that seems to be more the way of the world now with Airbnb. But this is a nice thing about that. Situations like this, I'm just dipping my toe in and I'm getting the fuck out. Because yeah, if it were any longer, I don't know how that even works. I don't know what the process is of shifting an Airbnb and getting out of there, but I would have. But I only got, well I thought I had two more days, but I got like four more days. But again, this neighborhood's awesome and that one I just found is double awesome. So realistically, yeah none of this stuff is that big a deal. It's all fine.
But in my rattled sleep deprived, jet lagged, stressed out at my worst. All of this stuff was just like one after the other after the other after the other. And I was like, what the fuck? I mean this tissue paper bed bug ridden room with fucking tape over the lock outside. Stupid ass shit. Fuck. I was like this sucks.
But by the very next day, that's the podcast I did of my first day in Japan. Had a great goddamn time. Everything was fine the next day.
So that's the tale. That's the tale of me getting to Japan. I finally finally got it on wax. Finally got it out.
I guess again to reiterate the one piece of useful advice. Well, I mean in general, I guess is that these communal Airbnb's used to be a good deal. Now it's really not that much cheaper. I would not recommend it. I only did this because it was the first one I booked. I was kind of working under old assumptions. I didn't know the lay of the land yet, but I started to see how I could get whole units and whole little apartments to myself. The very least like a room for not very much more. There's really no need for this type of silliness.
The main appeal, the main reason anyone's willing to live in this tiny little shoe box with a zillion other people is just because of a location. And while the location is amazing, there's trains everywhere. I never had any trouble. You know, maybe when you get really far out when I was like way out past the Tamar River in Western Tokyo, yeah, okay, it was tough to get back in. But that's a severe example. Pretty much any outskirt neighborhood anywhere in greater Tokyo is fine. You'll have no trouble getting wherever you want to go. You don't need to be right there. It's not worth it. Don't do it. So that's the general advice. And the real advice is there's two QR codes when you do my visit Japan. Make sure you got both of them before you get to the airport. Because it's a little bit of a confusing website. I thought I was done. That wasn't done. All right, let us never speak of that again.
I'm almost back home. 5K, 5K is nothing. That was no biggie. Join me next time for an episode I already recorded earlier today about walking down the Maguro River. And it was fucking beautiful and great and gorgeous and I had a good time. So I'll see you there, Adios.