unlike kyoto kyoto and hakone , i don't enjoy tokyo so much. HOM has had to turn himself in for meetings because, as he puts it, someone has to finance our holiday. i lose my partner in crime and, with him, half my energy. the J's oscillate between angelic cooperativeness and horridness.
we make our way to tokyo disneyland to find that previous talk of expensive tickets is fully justified. also, it is pouring rain. the consolation, of course, is that the crowd is considerably manageable and we get to do the inside rides quite comfortably, so we are much more cheerful by the time the sun peeks through to allow us our outside rides.
i drag the J's with me to the tokyo national museum and am forced to conclude that in the matter of museums, it is best to shed both husband and offspring. it is a good thing they were not charged admission on account of their tender age.
the last night, we unintentionally happen upon a yakitori-ya and have happily settled in before we realize their main sell is liquor. but 's'k. we finally get our taste of grilled stingray fin which unfortunately just tastes like overhyped cartilage. there is an australian couple squeezed in next to us who rave about the delicious japanese food they had last night. we wait breathlessly to know the what and the where... why, they had sweet and sour chicken!
on to singapore.
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