Tokyo

Everything is small. Small streets, small cars, small people, small doors.

Foggy, hot, humid and no sun. Finding your way around in Tokyo is very difficult because there are very few signs in English. But after an hour journey by train from the airport we thought we were doing well, until we emerged from the underground near our hotel, took about 10 paces and were completely lost.

Luckily a very small, kind Japanese lady (they are all very helpful, polite and small) walked us all the way to our hotel (15 minutes w

alking in hot humid conditions, including making a mobile call on he

r phone to get directions.) Tiny room Trev only just just fitted in!

Back on the train to ride around the city on JR Yamamoto line. Needed help to buy tickets - little English on instructions but lots of staff standing around ready to help or directing trains & people. All very orderly, tidy and clean. Many staff cleaning and sweeping all day. Almost impossible to find rubbish bins; they hide them in corners. But there is no litter anywhere (or graffiti).

Many commuters fall asleep as soon as they sit down on the trains. Lots of pretty young girls dressed like dolls (designer clothes and bags & bling). Unselfconsciously grooming themselves on the trains applying make up looking at themselves in a mirror for ages. Occasionally we saw a lady dressed in a Komono

Enjoyed exquisite sushi meal at a tiny restaurant in Roppongi at night. Got up at 5:45 next morning to visit the Fish Markets. Missed wholesaler’s auction but still saw tuna everywhere. Huge crowded busy place with mad delivery mini trucks flying around between stalls not stopping for anyone, least of all tourists. Enormous headless and tailless tuna lying around and being sawn or chopped up.