To Tokyo

I spent my initial days with family in Yokohama, I heaved bags onto my back and hopped aboard the train to Tokyo. As would be repeated countless times throughout the trip, I went forth without any phone numbers or way of contacting the friend I would be staying with. I hadn’t even bothered to jot down my families home phone number. And of course it was moments after waving goodbye to my parents that I realized the predicament I had gotten myself into. Speeding down the tracks bound for the capital, I was completely lost in my own thoughts of how on earth I was going to pull this one off. I had one phone number in my notepad and they didn’t know my friend. When I reached a pay phone I called anyways. My thoughts were to get a sequence of telephone calls from person to person originating from my payphone, hopefully to the person I was staying with. I got the answering machine… Somehow confident that it would all work out eventually, I got myself out of the dreaded heat and into an pleasantly air conditioned bar. Sipping on what very well may have been the most refreshing beer not only physically buy psychologically, I was struck by a new plan. After hastily throwing the rest of my beer down my throat, I heft my immense load back onto my shoulders and ran to the payphone. To my relief the phone is answered and my plan is set in motion. Half an hour later I’m in the shower, so happy to have that weight off my shoulders.

Yokohama Station Joinus