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Tokyo is the last place we expected to have problems using our ATM cards; however, Tokyo was the first (and only) place we had such a problem. As a result, this being our last full day in Tokyo (and, sadly, the last full day of
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NOTE: Neither of us saw our shadow during our brief trek, mainly because we were in the underground concourse and never stepped outside. Take that for what it's worth.
We went down to breakfast and the weather had taken a turn for the cold and wet. We located the one ATM in the Shiodome area that would take our ATM cards, ran some other errands, and came back to the room to work on postcards and continue fighting with FedEx. Recognizing this as our last day of VacAsian, we decided to brave the elements after a few hours and headed out.
Leaving - or trying to leave - the market, we got lost for the first time on our 30 day VacAsian. (Of course, it WOULD happen on our very last
day!) As we picked our way through the retail labyrinth that was the Senso-Ji Market, Huey chuckled to himself as he was reminded of The Eagles' lyric "you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave."
Welcome to The Hotel Senso-Ji!
Eventually, we found a train station, and, with the help of yet another native Samaritan - the Japanese are an extremely kind, proud, and hospitable people - we got back on course to get to where we needed to be.
Our next stop was the Roppongi Hills area of Tokyo, where we grabbed a quick bite at The Rolling Stone Cafe, next door to
the theatre where we were to see The Blue Man Group. We enjoyed our first chips and salsa of the VacAsian, as well as a rich, tasty chocolate cake (HACS rating 7.7) with ice cream before heading next door to take our seats. We were the only Westerners in the theatre, and although The Blue Man Group are essentially mimes (but not the kind you want to kick), the announcements and textual portions of the show were in Japanese. Huey had seen The Blue Man Group in Las Vegas many years ago, but this was Robin's first experience. Both of us agreed it was a fantastic, one of a kind show, and the "language barrier" wasn't really a barrier at all.
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Will we burrow our way out of the "Groundhog Day" effect tomorrow? Tune in tomorrow - same HueBin time, same HueBin station - and find out.
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