Japanese rain is weird. Atleast last night it was, because although it seemed to be raining very hard I didn’t seem to be getting very wet. I walked toward where I thought my hotel was, and the lights of the signs and buildings were becoming brighter and more extravagant, and I quickly realized I had no idea where I was. I looked at the crude map I had drawn on notebook paper, where I had written down a few US landmarks near the hotel– McDonalds, AM PM, although these were not helping very much.
With my two suitcases feeling heavier, my shoes becoming soaked, and still no umbrella, I was starting to feel discouraged. Every flashing neon sign around me was in Japanese, and I realized I didn’t even know how to get back to the train station.