Linus cooks.
I am MUCH taller than the bathroom door. It's a squat loo, and the handwashing water fills the cistern - maybe useful in drought-stricken Melbourne?
We headed for a bar local to the hostel called Stella. I'd ended up at Stella the previous two nights (i.e. every night so far in Tokyo.) You buy drinks via tickets from a vending machine that you exchange at the little bar - one basic drink is 500 yen.
Conveniently, the bar also has free karaoke, and a huge selection of songs, including English songs. No-one ever claims to want to sing karaoke, or even to go, if they have never been before. Then they get there.
Anna Marie and I had been together on the first night, when we caterwauled our way through many previously great songs. She wasn't so hard to convince to get on the microphone nowadays.
"No way" was Steve singing karaoke. Till...
It took Kaey till this second night to get on the mic. The german boys were certainly not going to be singing, until they requested about half an hour of grunge, and 99 Luftballons came up.
Steve remembers little past this point, including meeting a fellow hostelier that he had a repeat conversation with the following day, or how he ended up with a bag of chips under his pillow. We managed to lose him as we left the karaoke bar, somehow, but his homing device was operating.
And this is what Japan's equivalent of fast food stomach calming looks like - stringy bits of bacon on rice, with some miso soup. Andy, closest, was regretting his nasty pre-packed food purchased outside, but only just, and his chopstick skills weren't holding out too well.
Everyone felt horrendous the next day, and plans for a pre-dawn trip to the fish market managed to fall through the cracks. Steve didn't surface until well into the p.m. :)
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