Oddly I can't seem to fall asleep, though twice I fell into a semi-dream state. In it things happened that I knew to be untrue, and yet there they were.
Chris and I have to sleep in separate dorm rooms here. I worry he'll wake up in the darkness and not know where he is, where I am. If he cries out he may awaken and confuse his dorm-mates, and I won't be there to snicker at him. It's happened two or three times already. Once he yelled "Help!" in the tent, and another time he said in such a lucid voice that I was sure he was awake, "What? How did I get up here?"
The sudden solitude is strange after being surrounded by people for 72 hours.
(I don't yet understand why, but the walk through the Meiji Shrine at dusk is one my most pleasant memories of Tokyo.)
Nothing to make Chris happy like unagi on top of a bowl of rice
BEARS BEARS Bears Bears bears bears bears bears bears
So many shrines/temples, can't remember them all
Peaceful Japanese garden
Monster, monster, I'm a f*cking monster
I think Chris felt a little dragged around that day
More and more shrines and temples
The streets of Gion
This alleyway reminded me very much of reading Memoirs of a Geisha
Tempting Japanese sundaes! (We ate one)