Bed Bugs/General Disease

Let me tell you the most exciting news: I have a disease. No-one really knows what it is. The doctors seem to think it is an allergic reaction to Japanese weather/food/humidity – that's a load of crap: There are fikking mites in my bed biting my ass when I go to sleep. I just had to get Suzuki and the head of International Education to take me to a 'clinic' then had to fork out £30 for 5 mins and some cream!



Yesterday I cycled into town and didn't even get that lost! We did end up going under a decapitatingly small bridge But then we ended wondering around for five hours, we tried all the snack food you can at 7-11's (pretty much all of it tasted of fish). I had an amazing Chinese steamed dumpling ('Bowza' in phonetic Chinese) which really reminded me of my childhood. Then we wondered around at night stopping at least every 30 seconds to take another 'amazing' photo.





We went up the Station towers but we took the wrong lift and we ended up in some Mishubishi offices (the lift was amazing though 35 floors in twenty seconds – that's gotta be illegal). Trying to find a bar though is really, really hard – they are all either filled with business men or they are concealed within buildings on the top floor. We found one in the Sakae (the 'Seedy') district which was just the strangest place everever. We entered and he told us we could sit on the third floor (of six) and then showed us the lift, which was a white cube(!!!!), then he radioed his friend who met us and showed us the table. We sat down and realised they were playing Jazz and it was all oaken and it was candle lit. It was truly anachronistic – pure Blade Runner. Then he started speaking broken English and asking where we were from (eventually we had to just settle for 'London'). We got our drinks, 1/4 litre and sat and soaked in the strangeness of it all. We left thinking that we had got a great deal, oh but little did we know about the not-so-small Hiragana print service charge at the bottom of our menu – it's bloody 20% – £6 a drink! We were tired like the Pope was tired just before he went to Heaven so we left our bikes into town and caught the wrong train back.