Tokyo time

A long flight, fast-forwarding through the day towards a sleepless night in Economy class and Tokyo welcomes us, jet lagged and all, but with about 30 hours to invest.

Funny sights all around: all these young girls and boys in school uniform like the in the cartoons from our childhood, the manga characters all over the city, the extreme politeness of formalities and bows, the extreme complexity of the massive subway network.

The first day is dominated by sleeping: resisting the urge to jump in a proper bed while taking advantage of every occasion to close your eyes for 15 minutes. It did not take us long to realise that the Japanese seem to have mastered the fine art of power napping during their long subway rides and we are very happy to copy such good habits while crossing the city from Shinjuku station to the Asakusa temple, from the 600 mt tall Skytree tower to busy Shibuya area.

The other undisputed protagonist of this day and half is fish. Excellent sushi at no-midori restaurant for dinner, followed by alarm clock at 4 am local time to reach the fish market for a rich sashimi breakfast of amazing tuna of 3 different types.

And endless queuing. To buy coffee, to get into the restaurant, for admission to the Skytree, to take the elevator, to enter the metro, to take a picture of the temple, to get money from an ATM. Closing our stay with a long queue at the check-in desk of Jetstar Airways is the minimum to keep up with the style.

Good bye Japan, next stop: summertime.