Tokyo

We were solicited by a gentleman in a small hat to visit his basement bar last night.  *Turns out, if food is placed on your table without having been requested, it isn’t gratis.*

Aside from the bar, we were met by the best ramen I’ll ever had, san packet of salt.  Stewed creamy pork with fish roe is my new favorite! 

Everything is exceptionally clean which pairs well with the reserved yet polite nature of our Japanese hosts.  Another glaring difference between major US cities and this Japanese metropolis, is the hours in which Tokyo is in business.  We went out walking this morning, around 6:30AM, to discover nothing is open and only the occasional jogger on the street.  Quite strange.

JETRO was our first formal meeting.  Extremely gracious hosts, who took the time to explicate their role in Japanese FDI.  They did a great job conveying their message, it’s too bad we only had an hour of there time. 

PS.  I room with a tornado named jane.