Today I set off to Shinjuku, in search of a shop that I knew sold wellies that would actually fit me, and which I need so as to avoid trench foot over the coming rainy season. Incredibly I actually managed to find the shop, tucked away somewhere in that sprawling urban cesspit, although when I got there I was in for a shock: the boots that I wanted came in at a cool ¥16000 (£122)! Rather unsurprisingly I have decided take my chances with the trench foot.
If there is one thing that supersedes my inability to comprehend Japanese it is my flexibility. So of course when Rie invited me to a Japanese yoga lesson I jumped at the chance. Aside from the fact that I understood less than 1 word in every 20, and that I have hamstrings that are tighter than the purse strings of a Yorkshire man, it was actually a very enjoyable experience. The Sensei was also incredibly forgiving and helpful, although I don’t think that she could quite understand why I could only just reach my upper calf at full stretch, whilst the rest of the ‘beginner’ class had their heads between their toes. Still, by the end of the class I was feeing pretty relaxed, and…. I’m sorry but ¥16000 for some wellington boots!