Arrived Tokyo

Long flight. Made longer by 2 year old sitting right behind us and doing all things 2 year olds do. One hour into flight, Paul decides he can't do another 8 hours of the noise (and neither could the lovely lady sitting next to us) so asked if we could move. So, from row 10 to row 45 we went. Not totally over the moon after paying for 'up front seats' but figured a tantrum from PC was worse than the 2 year old so move we did. All in all, successful but tiring mission - found our way out of customs, onto train to Tokyo, cab to hotel and then, dinner.

Unbelievable food - no English here. Just pointed to the pictures and enjoyed the most amazing sashimi; hotpot of beef and tofu and coal fired chicken. Tiny little place, with the most gorgeous owner, who clearly has not been limited by the Oz gov's restaurant's 'wine guide' of 110 mls. Much to our delight. The room, as is normal in Tokyo, is squeezy. But comfy. It's way past this little ducks bedtime. Day one tomorrow.Read more