London is a pretty good warmup for Tokyo. Hot, muggy, crowded, anonymous. Getting on the surreally sterile Heathrow express, Chris Eubank strides past me (tall fella) muttering insanely over to First Class.
First day not successful though. Improbably, every one of six contacts fell through for finding somewhere to crash. Last minute Saturday-night hotel search with heavy bags is NOT RECOMMENDED. Saying that the 3G web access on the new uberphone did most of the work, so the previous trip’s loss sorted me out this time.
Sunday much better. Proper booze-free sleep, out into searing sunshine to get Essential Equipment (an A-Z and Time Out). St George’s Cross everywhere (World Cup see). New places to buy gear, esp. the area Seven Dials. Pick up antique Fred Perry tank top and assorted paraphernelia for marathon GBA Final Fantasy IV session (YES). Pop in to see the X-Men film (enjoyed++) and mercilessly Big Brother myself to sleep.
Heathrow again today, everything going clockwork. Annoy the queue at Bureau de Change by conversing at length with cashier about Tokyo (“the most polite people on earth” apparently).
That’s me boarding for Hong Kong, gate 1. Next post either from Asia, or a short WTF AARGH LOL as the plane goes down Lost-style.