Toe Kyo Whoa Oh. Knee.
It’s a hike from Narita airport to any point in Tokyo… you just gotta be aware of the fact that it’s gonna take a minute. But just like the plane ride to Japan, the cab ride to Toyko isn’t long mentally. From? That’s a whole ‘nother story.
I wasn’t fully aware we weren’t gong to be staying in Shibuya itself – needless to say… I was pretty bummed. I know Shibuya. I love Shibuya. I’d live there in a heartbeat if it were accomplishable. But hell – I can’t speak Japanesea… so. I may not fit in. English is more of a rarity in Japan than you’d expect. Continue reading