Following hot Japanese girl’s directions led me to the Imperial Gardens in Tokyo. They also led me to this sign. I can’t quite understand the logic here. Doesn’t “keep out” imply not to camp. How do you camp while keeping out? I guess it could mean not to camp in the park but then it would also mean to keep out of the park.

A cute girl sat next to me on a bench. We were talking a bit but she turned down my suggestiom that we go for a walk. It was a bit confusing because she was still flirty even after mentioning her boyfriend. There was a very long pause when she left. She wanted to say something but ended up telling me how to get to the Imperial Gardens. Another young lady has sat down but is not talking. Maybe I should put my phone down.

I just looked up where the bottle of wine we were given came from.  It’s a nice french $70/bottle margaux.  I’m having a great time thinking about Melissa and I wandering around Tokyo drinking from a $70 bottle of wine at 4:30 am.

Thank you tattooed, possibly convict English men.

I just found out that we crashed a private party. They asked us not to leave. Apparently these crazy Japanese are mostly medical students. Even the DJ is one.

Melissa and I got a bunch of Japanese people to dance. She got business men dancing like they were at home in front of the mirror.

It took us far too long to find it but we finally found club Womb. It had better be comfortable.

All of these signs are for love hotels. You can pay for a rest or a stay.

These little guys will help you poo.

This drink is great!