I will have to keep this update short as in Tokyo, Japan on layover and the priority is making my connection and enjoying robotic-poured beer and machine made sushi. Someone wake me when the work out the kinks in the robo-girlfriend.
So as normal with end of all trips, even ones that get extended, I descend in a mix of post-past location depression and hard earned travel focus.
As normal running on no sleep, have a cold virus that makes me sound tranny like, still have the larger flight to come and sure US customs will once again greet me home with the sound of a snappying rubber glove.
But that's what cold sake was invented for. Clearly Japan knew it was the cure all throat and depression mender.
Assuming I'm awake tonight, lucid, and by then rice wine free I look forward to updating you with pics of where I had my toes nibbled, watched the sunset from a glass cabin of a modern marvel, and fined dined with seven beautiful woman - all in one day.
Wow if I didn't know how much my blog sucks, even I would be excited to read this. So assuming no renditions and several showers once home, hope to fill you all in soon. Until then domo agrigoto Mr. Roboto.