I slept virtually the entire bus ride from Kyoto to Tokyo. Which is a good thing, because when it dropped Peder and I off on the street in Roppongi, neither of us had any idea where we were staying. And we probably had about 115 kilos of luggage between us.
This is what happens when you try to load everything you’ve owned for the last two years onto a bus. First things first. We subwayed to Shibuya, set up camp in the seating area of a nearby department store, and took turns roaming the streets in search of some appropriate lodgings. When traveling alone I almost always stay at one of two hostels – but in groups of two a hotel can sometimes be a better and only marginally more expensive alternative.
We ended up at Hotel Fukudaya, the same Ryokan where I stayed the first night I ever spent Japan, in June of 2003, on vacation with one of my oldest friends Nick. Talk about Nostalgia.
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