Sometimes a walk to the park is just a walk to the park…

But there are still a few things that I want to remember about last night (that sounds so spicy!), so before I add a note about today’s adventures (there was more than one!), I’ll write a few words about two hours of free time I had yesterday. Because I can.

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Star Trek: The Original Series

Let’s start with my destination. I guess by now pretty much everybody has heard about Hamacho Park (in Tokyo, obviously) which is said to be a home to many rare Pokémon. And the world is playing Pokémon Go. Well, I don’t know about the world, but I can tell you this: Japan IS playing Pokémon Go. I went to this park because it was close but when I saw that it was crawling with Pokémon Go players, I decided to check if the rumors were true. 10 minutes of playing, dozens of Pokémon caught. Some of them definitely rare.

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Scyther (CP: 963)

So if you are in Tokyo and into catching them all, you should definitely go there. If you’re not playing the game – avoid this place. It is really crowded and I’m not sure who thought it would be a good idea to call such a small strip of green a park – this is not a park.

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Friends

So yeah, it’s not that I’m not enjoying this game. I am. Seriously. But I don’t want to spend my limited time here looking at my cellphone.

I’m not sure if I’ve already said that, but I live in a land of bridges. I cross 3 or 4 bridges a day. Some of them small, some enormous. I used to be scared of bridges (something to do with my inability to swim and my fear of heights) but I’m not anymore (at least not of the small and medium ones) which is really good. Because:

And these are not all the bridges I had to cross yesterday. I think there were four or five. I would like to know if this river/canal/water-thingy has a name, somehow my Google Maps refuse to show me its name. [Update: Yes it does. It’s Sumida River. Of course!]

Anyway, a park, Pokémon, bridges, it was all very nice but the best thing that happened yesterday was me winning some strange lottery in Family Mart! Found it (supermarket, not a lottery) on my way back and as I run out of food supplies (and was I’ll-eat-you-alive hungry), I just had to check it for presence of food with English subtitles 😉 or English-speaking personnel. Discovered my favorite Scotch pancakes (I still can’t believe I buy them in Japan), delicious bread, and… milk!

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Nowhere on this carton it says “milk” so I had to use my mom’s method: shake it – if it’s sloshing about, it’s probably milk. And yogurt is thicker.

Checkout lady new only one English word: “one.” But that’s ok because that was enough. This is how she told me to take one lottery ticket from a box (I saw some guy doing that before me so I knew what to expect). And I won a soda! I know it’s not much but c’mon, I won a soda in Tokyo even though I have no idea why and how!

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my prize 🙂

I’m not even sure if I this is a soda. It tastes like a sparkling lemonade. I like it.

(Note to self: I really need to learn more Japanese.)

First day in Tokyo

OK, so I was going to post a picture of my apartment slash room slash kitchen yesterday but I was dead tired and went to sleep after going through my suitcase like a lunatic (couldn’t find my towel – I swear I put it on a top when packing) so I have only one semi-good photo of my apartment (= not littered with my stuff). I’m sitting on my bed here so there is also a bed and a clothes rack on my left + a tiny shower room slash toilet. And while I love my A/C unit (trying not to think about its impact on the environment…), I loathe my fridge! It’s making strange noises all the time (kicking it helps but after 10 to 15 minutes it starts yelling again)! I had to wear earplugs to be able to sleep (and slept 16 hours…). BUT I also have a balcony which is awesome bc I will be able to “experience” Tokyo from above while working on my computer (on not-rainy and not-that-hot days).

It’s raining pretty hard today so I’ll probably just stay in and unpack (properly). I also have to learn how to use my air conditioner (my agent gave me a translation of the remote control but it’s still not easy to identify various Japanese characters) AND how to dispose of household garbage in a Japanese way (fortunately, I have a manual in English). I also got a how-not-to-get-mildewed manual because apparently that’s a real threat.

Oh, and I also caught a Pokémon in my apartment because Japanese Pokémon!!

🙂