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I saw a few girls in kimonos today. This was a nice surprise as it is rare to see kimonos in public in Tokyo. It is very much an international city. I spent ages trying to find Citibank. Eventually I spotted a small a small Citi symbol half way up a building concealed by a tree on one side and a truck from the other side of the road, and was able to get some funds. Unfortunately, including accommodation, I realised that I'd spent about $1500 already, just in 7 days! On train tickets, food, drink and incidentals. Tokyo is so expensive that I think I should cut my trip here short and head off to cheaper cities next Wednesday. (I also stopped at a cafe that had been there since 1982 and enjoyed a reasonably priced setto while watching the crowd walk by)
Afterwards I walked around some of the places in the Center, looking for cafes or restaurants that were still open. They have 3 but 2 of them were already closed. The restaurant I went to was on the 9th floor of building D in the Olympic Memorial Center. I ordered an Okinawa pork sirloin with a white wine sauce garnished with vegetables, and an Asahi beer. It was oishii! Very delicious and surprisingly filling, though there really wasn't much on the plate. The meal was perfectly and artistically arranged and I thoroughly recommend this restaurant, not only for the pleasant helpful staff, but also the great view of the Shinjuku cityscape from the windows. The price is reasonable for what you get. I doubt you could charge more considering the majority of people likely to use the restaurant would be students. I was the only one there at the time (8pm) Afterwards I went back to the hotel room and then out to the TV room. There was a man and a lady there watching a Japanese movie about a police officer who was falling for a witness and some crime about poisoned drinks. It was all in Japanese so I didn't understand any of it.
This notice is on the back of every door in the hostel. I particularly like the line "Please do not disturb other guests by chatting in a loud voice in the room." < Roppongi Hills | Stories > |
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