March 13th, 2002. Shibuya.

I met M and Purdey for lunch again today. I think they are getting annoyed with me because I'm always late. It's weird, I was never late back home, but here, I can't seem to time things out very well.

We had conveyor belt sushi and at 100 yen a plate, we stuffed ourselves to the point of bursting again. If I keep this pace up, I'm going to have to buy another seat on the plane to get my fat ass back to Canada. All I do here is eat until I want to puke. No wonder they made gluttony a sin.

Conveyor belt sushi is cool for a few reasons. The most obvious one is that there's a lot of variety in the dishes. Next, it's cheap. But the best reason for eating conveyor belt sushi is to watch the conveyor belt. If you get a choice seat (i.e., at the corner of the table, where the conveyor belt makes a 90 degree turn), you can easily pass hours just staring at the conveyor belt. It's completely mesmerizing - it just keeps going and going. Continuously. Endlessly. More than once, I was snapped out of a trance by Purdey's or M's voice asking me something. "Huh? Sorry, I was watching the belt." It's like those videos we'd watch in school about automated bottling/packaging plants and the logistics of sorting mail. Captivating.

I had nothing to do again after eating, so I decided to take advantage of the nice weather and walk around Shibuya some. I tend to daydream when I wander aimlessly and when I came to, I found myself in an unfamiliar part of the city.

I'm not sure what fascinates me about this store, but I was drawn to it from across the street. I have no interest in greenery whatsoever, yet I could not look away...

Green.

Big Brother.

Busy.

Triad tattoo.

Yell...whoa, wait a second. What's this? People are lined up around the station for something. It's too hot for soup today - wonder what it is.

Custard puffs. People are lining up for custard puffs. Blech. I suppose this is what Krispy Kreme looks like back home.

It's a well-known fact that narcissists cannot resist a mirror - even if it's in the men's washroom in the Loft department store.

Ok, back outside. Ever wonder what it's like walking through the Hachiko Crossing at Shibuya? Click on the picture to find out.

I bought shoes at this store.

I forgot to bring brown shoes, so I haven't worn my khakis here yet. These aren't exactly brown, but they will do.