There was a group of Japanese guys who supposedly knew about a club nearby that would be cheap. We walked for over an hour trying to find this place! I'm sure you can imagine what my face looked like after 30 minutes! I got to practice some Japanese, but it wasn't enough to keep me from feeling some type of way about them. I also notice the difference in their interactions with us (the American girls) and the Japanese girls. They were very grabby and a little aggressive with them, but with us they were so polite! They asked permission to walk next to us, talk to us, or take pictures with us. Very interesting... Eventually we ended up in McDonald's, where I discovered that they had no idea where we were going! Tracey is practically fluent in Japanese so she was able to clearly communicate with them and she was pissed!
The guy from Finland offered to let us stay in his hotel room until the trains started running again (trains don't run from 12am to 5am). We all agreed, and hopped into three cabs. I was with Sylvia and Gabby and the FG - Finland Guy-, all the Japanese people hopped into a cab, and Tracey decided to take a cab by herself. It turns out that Japanese addresses are not only confusing to Americans, they're confusing to Japanese people as well! The cab driver took us to the wrong place on the wrong side of town...using a gps. He found the right one but when we got there, we realized that we were the only group that made it. After a series of phone calls and texts (using the FG's phone because none us had one) we found out that nobody else made it to the hotel. So there I was, 4am in a stranger's hotel room with two (drunk) girls. All I could do was pray that he didn't turn out to be crazy!
He wasn't crazy. We waited until 5ish (them asleep in his bed -__-, me wide eyed awake and counting down the minutes) and then left for home. I promise you, I have no intention of doing that again!
On the plus side, with all that walking I saw a lot of Shibuya :-)
One of those pictures are from the arcade in the bowling alley. The picture that looks like chicken, is actually chicken gizzards. Bleh, I bought it by accident thinking it was popcorn chicken. It's literally the cartilage at the top and bottom of the chicken bone. Again I say, bleh.
