Dateline Shinjuku: I am here in that same Tokyo neighborhood where the Sofia Coppola movie was filmed, about to collapse in a bed at the Keio Plaza Hotel after having downed a bowl of the hotel’s shabu-shabu. Was it any good? I’m too tired to tell. This laptop is reading 5:26AM LA time and I’ve slept about an hour and a half in the last twenty-four hours.
Taking the bus into Tokyo this evening from Narita Airport, the city reminded me of Blade Runner. But it always does. This is my third time here. And I don’t feel I know it even faintly. This time I’m not even making an attempt. We’re heading for Nikko tomorrow and then for the Japanese Alps. More to come when I can see straight.