Indy J-Punk Revival

Good Evening Gentle Readers
So here i am 2 days to go, and only one real day left to buy you lovely people some super gifts, which isnt enough time, so i'm going to buy some crappy gifts instead and myself an Ipod.
I promiced myself i would never buy an ipod, but my god, every other Mp3 player looks terrible. I have to give it to Apple, they have made a design classic, can believe in 20-30 years time, people will be calling it a perfect example of early 21st century design.
Anyway, what have i done in the last 24hrs? What haven't i done! I arrived in the hostel last night and after a shower found Pete and as usual we got chatting. A Japanese/British Hong Konger Pilot called Simon, an Aussie Sheila Laura and a Yankee exile in Canada called Nels, not short for anything. And in about 2 hours we were laughing and having a few tinnies and we were on the way out into Ropongie, the central party town and ExPat central.
After a riotous train ride, where we were were getting disaproving looks from the Japanese passengers, we stepped off the train and out of the station into what i thought was daylight, but was just the acres of Neon sign lining the 4 main streets.
After a wrong turn, we found what we thought was the Irish Pub we were looking form, but was infact another place, where i had my first decent, if a little watery, pint of Guiness. Couple of rounds and stagger into the night again. Finally spotting the Guiness sign from along the street we find Paddy Foleys, Tokyos first, and best, Irish pub. The interior of the bar was actually lifted straight from and actual Irish Pub in, of course, Ireland. And rebuilt in the basement floor of ROJ center on Ropongi main street. We didnt stay as long as we would of liked, partly due to the fact the rider cup was on the big screen and there were too many Yanks in the bar booing the Europeans, and then there was me, Pete and a guy from Falkirk cheering for our side.
Next stop was the Motown bar, a regular haunt of Transexuals, and as soon as we got in spotted a couple latched onto old fat sweaty western men, with fat wallets! Suckers, but i wasnt about to say anything. By this time it was 4am and we needed to wait for the trains to start at 6, so off to Kareoke we went, again!

After a large amount of confusion over the machine, without any english help, we got the tunes going and the party started. Highlights of the evening included a rather fine rendition of Maria and Dont ch! by the Pussycat Dolls, by your correspondant and simon. And or American/Canadian friend spectacularly dashing into the room and declaring "lets do this" and falling asleep with a remarkable suddeness.

Blinking we emerged into the Rising Sun. And caught the train to the fish market at the Harbour. The worst piece of timeing got us there at 7am, to find that it starts at 5am usually, and anyway, not on a Sunday. Bugger! So they had sushi, and i had McDonalds and we went home, finally falling into bed at 7.30, to wake at 4pm.

Today was mostly wasted, but in the evening we headed down to Akihabbera to look at the shiny things and eat at an amazing resteraunt, a kinda cook your own meat in Soy Sauce with rice and all that. Very nice, and pete bought an Ipod, and decided to go against my on Ethics and have decided to sell out to the Metrosexual man and get one too.

So tommorrow will be my last entry into the Blog in Japan. And then the next time will be on Wednesday night, when i will be summing up the trip, best, worst and top tips. So wont that be fun.

Syonara World