




The next day, we headed over to Asakusabashi to check into said hostel and I was pretty shocked at the sight of my "single room".



There were about 16 compartments in one giant room, and since it was still early, the whole place stank of beo and general morning staleness. I was not looking forward to spending the night there... although it was quite comfortable when I eventually did even if you couldn't stay in there for long periods besides sleeping.
We quickly headed back out towards Ginza for lunch, where, to make up for our previous meal in Roppongi, we had awesome Sumibi Yakiniku with Kobe beef and other lovely meats. No intestines this time!



So... it was time for mum, dad and ant to depart. We returned back to the hostel to pick up their luggage and I said my teary-eyed goodbyes. It was really sad to see them go! The road ahead and the prospect of hauling my luggage around in the snow seemed so daunting. Little did I know that after a few days of staying in Tokyo on my own, I'd feel entirely different.
Tokyo is great and all, but it gets a little tiring after a while. The lights, sounds and nearly all the girls looking identical (no offense to them!) gets a bit much. Or perhaps I found it too similar to Hong Kong to keep me interested. I was pretty much itching to leave by the end of the week and fortunately so, my rail trip was about to start...
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