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Final day. I have over 2000 yen in my pocket that needs to be spent. Mandarake has gotten a lot of business from me and they'll be the last place for me to shop at. Of course they open at 12, so I'll be cutting it really close for my train which departs Tokyo Station at 133. What a rush!
Anyway, I needed cheap food and to kill time so I had a Terriyaki McBurger at the McDonald's across the street. For some reason my allergies have appeared, and the smoke fumes are making it painful to sit here. The terriyaki burger had a lot of mayonaise and seemed even less likely to be made from meat than the usual burger.
There was a small crowd of people hiding somewhere around Mandarake, they made a mad dash for something once they were allowed in. The doujin aisle is like the largest concentration of females that I've seen in these geeky kind of stores. I spent a good portion of my remmaining 2000 yen and made my own mad dash back to the hotel to pick up my luggage.
Now with luggage in tow I power walk to the Yotsuya station (about a five minute walk) and get funny looks as I wait for the rapid train to Tokyo. I felt bad, but I had less than 1000 yen on me and this was free. By an act of god or the fact that the Japanese are on the small side (I had to joke about it some time) I managed to cram myself and my large suitcase in the train which was already packed tighter than a can of sardines.
I caught my train with plenty of time, albeit a little sweaty, but what's new for this trip? I sat next to an American ex-Marine business man who worked for Netgear. He had two sons whom he wished would travel, but were more than content with staying in the US. People can be so wierd, if you had the means, why wouldn't you want to go places? Man, I'm not looking forward to the flight though.
I was a little hungry by the time I got to my gate (that's what happens when you eat something especially crappy fast food). I count the change in my wallet and realize I have enough money to buy a piece of cake from the cafeteria or a couple snacks from the misc store and decide the latter is more practical. My seat on the plane was awesome, the only thing that could have made it better was getting an aisle seat. I was in the last row and the center seat was empty. That's about as comfortable as you can get in Economy Class.
The plane traveled back in time to Friday, the 12th, 1130 in the morning. I dashed off, happy to be on the ground again. The customs guy hit on me, chatting about how my hooked gloves made me look like a ninja and what not. Eventually someone got upset at him for taking so long and asked if he needed a translator. After that it was just getting my bags and getting into my dad's truck.
So that's my trip, I'm considering writing a reflections page, but I'm undecided. I've already written so much already!