I got up, showered, took my monumentally ridiculous green back pack to reception and was told that breakfasto wasn’t in this hotel this morning, but at another one around the corner. I followed a woman to the other one where there was a huge, varied and delicious breakfast buffet being wolfed down by about 30 people.
I suppose The Agnes staff have a break on Mondays and Takashi San’s other hotel staff cater for their guests instead. I wasn’t completely sure but it was fantastic!
For about the fourth time in a week, someone came up especially to comment on my handling of chopsticks. All the other women from her table nodded and ahsoed behind her as she told me. I knew they had all been watching me but I thought it was just the Gaijin novelty.
I asked if I could take a banana with me and made my way to the train station.
I got my ticket and waited at Platform 1 as I had been instructed.
I was so engrossed filming a row of middle management men doing their morning aerobics in their shirt sleeves, by the tracks over the other side from me, that I didn’t realize that the train about to go in front of my camera, that I stopped filming for, was actually the train I was meant to be on and I had been told wrong.
At the ticket office, a guy this time said No No Platform 4! I ran over the overbridge to Platform 4 but needn’t have rushed because the train didn’t leave for another 30 minutes.
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