Tokyo on New Years day is as close to being a ghost town as it is ever likely to be, with seemingly only the combini and family restaurants open for what little business there is on offer. The perfect setup for a leisurely Sunday morning’s run, or so you would think. Unfortunately for me the population of Tokyo seemed to have adopted the same New Years resolution as 2011, i.e. all activities must be organised so as to cause Sam Illingworth the maximum amount of hassle whenever he dares to use the pavement for anything other than dawdling at a physically painful pace.
This evening a group of us went to one of the aforementioned family restaurants for dinner, where for ¥700 I was treated to a ‘carbonara,’, some cheesy focaccia, and an unlimited soft drink bonanza. As the available soft drinks seemed to come in colours more readily associated with an imminent nuclear threat, I spent the remainder of the evening bouncing off of my walls whilst promising myself (yet again) to keep my daily intake of e-numbers to under several thousand.