I'm at Narita airport on a coin-operated Internet kiosk, with a pocket full of 100 yen coins from a purchase of Mentos (I forewent the Pocky, Black-Black or trusty Crunky) on a 1000 yen bill.
The Mentos are also in the pocket.
Don't worry they aren't touching.
Tokyo was intense. I can't imagine living in a city that size and functioning as a well-adjusted human being. That said, wandering around the Imperial Gardens or deep green Meiji-jingu in the light summer rain made it hard to fathom that I could be in the middle of the biggest metropolis on the planet without a soul in sight.
More tomorrow after I've recovered.
My feet hurt.
A Canadian writer teaches English and finds out what it's like to be a foreigner.