This will be edited at a later time. Please note: I'm using my phone to type this right now.
Today is really the first day of Japan. I flew in yesterday afternoon, got to my hotel around 5 PM, and passed out by 7. Needless to say it was a rough night. Other people in my party arrived around 11 PM yesterday. I know because they were loud. Woke up at 3 AM and struggled to sleep until 5.
There is a lot near us in Ueno, though it's not the cutest place.
I was out the door by 7 and looking for breakfast. I. Was. Hungry. I wanted to stumble upon a cute cafe and get some omurice and coffee (yes, in Japan I drink coffee; it doesn't taste like burnt food there). But as it turned out, Lawson was the first thing I saw, so I had a convenient store pastry. It was like lefse made with Hawaiian bread. Delicious.
As I was walking back to the hotel, I saw someone, clearly white, standing outside the hotel. A Japanese woman walking her dog dodged the person by several feet, all the while her face stuck like this: O.O
I soon realized that I was associated with this person through my travel group, a regular visitor to Japan. He was standing outside, peaceful as you please, in a yukata.
Now, I'm not talking about the heavy dark mens kimono-like yukata. I'm talking about the bathrobe yukata that's mostly white.
So there he was: in a soft white cotton yukata, basking in the beautiful overcast and rainy weather of Ueno, Tokyo.
I wish it ended there, but it doesn't. As I reached the door to the hotel, three men in business suits are approaching. They take one look at breezy-pleasey, make eye contact with me and all four our our eyes hit the ground.
That was my first hour outside in Japan. Oh, there will be more to come.
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