Hanging Out...and Over and Out (Part 15)

For all the partying I apparently “missed” in my youth, I made up in a single night at Lex. Finally fell into bed at 6AM, only to wake up at 9AM for a 10AM checkout. Wow I felt terrible. I should know better than this. So much nausea. But I had stuff to do, so stoic Erin emerged, though inside my heart of hearts, I felt like death. Serves me right.


so…much…bright…


Sundays are gloriously quiet down here.

At this point of my life, I’ve never met a hangover I couldn’t cure my throwing food at it. Well, I suppose there is a first time for everything. I sadly gnawed on a sandwich at my local Lawson’s.





Clearly, I had no distinct plan for the day since it is departure day…I always kind of bum around. Probably best I wasn’t too ambitious, as all I could think about was sleeping and nausea. I tried to hydrate, but even Lindsey couldn’t work her magic this morning.



I wandered around Parco, sleepily bought a new clutch, and spent some time slumped in a washroom stall, just to be able to close my eyes for a few minutes. Clearly, this is not my finest hour.

Mayuko and I were meeting for lunch in Meguro, so I went over a bit early and sat in the mall, in front of a shoe store for a whole hour. I watched the salesman angle the shoes several different ways, try to woo ladies into his store, move some shoes around, all with the best demeanour I believe I’ve ever seen from a shoe sales clerk. Or perhaps it just seemed that way because I felt sedated.




Got an physical or emtional problem? Try throwing some tasty bread at it! Magic cure. Well, any day but today.




Mayuko, please don’t kill me for putting this photo of you online. I know you hate every photo I take of you, but I love them all so much. Miss you!


Obvi, it’s Yamapi. Is that guy still around?



I left for the airport probably earlier than I needed to, but the sooner I get there, the sooner I can check these dang suitcases. It’s been a long journey.


Tokyo Sky Treeeeeee!





Oh dear. The stark beauty of this place is so dear to me.



I’ve managed to finally find some good departure food at Narita. With a nice view.






Le sigh.

Well, that’s that. Signing off from my epic Asian adventure, 2012. Life is about to get interesting back in Canada, and it’s time to face the music.

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This is a famous shop. (Part 14)

About 80 percent of the people walking around in Harajuku are hair dressers (as evidenced by interviews in street style photographs), so one might guess that Tokyo has some amazing hair salons. One thing I’ve always wanted to do was get a haircut in Tokyo. I had read about Watanabe Hair Salon on a blog once and I had sent my sister there (with great success), so I made an appointment for myself on this trip. Chie knew English thanks to spending part of her career in London, so I knew I wasn’t setting myself up for any type of haircut where I had no way of communicating what I wanted.



I got a bob. I always get a bob.



You will always find some random café in the backstreets of Harajuku. And if you try to find it again sometime, you will likely fail. Today my choice of random café was called Café Luigi. It had some scrawling on the wall by some guy named Luigi. The guy who worked there really liked my fragrance. Sir, I know you asked which one it was and I’m sorry I couldn’t remember, but if you read this, it’s ‘Love, Chloe’. Now you know.

I had curry (but of course I did!)







Next, I met up with Maya and her mother, Tomoko. Since I don’t get fat when I eat too much in Japan, we went for more food, to the famous fruits shop, Kyobashi Sembikiya.













We walked for a while down Omotesando, until we hit Aoyama Dori. Then, it was obviously time for more food, so we went to a traditional soba shop.





What an awesome and relaxing way to end this epic vacation. Thanks Maya and Tomoko! After arriving back at the mansion, I got ready for my last night at Lex. This will be it for a while, so it’s likely going to be at least a tiny bit messy. And then I felt a baby-sized earthquake while getting ready. Affirmation that this night is going to rock! (Pun intended.)

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No Husthing (Part 13)

One of my favorite spots in Tokyo is the district around Aoyama/Omotesando/Harajuku (Gwen Stefani was onto something u guyz!) Crisp mornings with the din of trucks and voices streets away is great when you’ve been out late the night before...which seems to be the case on this particular morning. The streets were quieter than ever, as they lay in wait to receive parts of my bank account.







To my incredible delight, my little alien buddy was still sitting in the same chair he’s been sitting in for the past three years. He looks a little buried though…I love you little friend!











For lunch, I went to this place called JUSTIN. Not Justin, JUSTIN.




I’m guessing JUSTIN drew this.

It had also had a great view – this is what all of Tokyo looks like:

Seriously.





Also, you shouldn’t husth. In Japan, you can’t husth. NO HUSTHING!




For dinner, I headed to Shinjuku to meet up with Mayuko for dinner at a delicious spot, the Bitter Sweets Buffet.




Japanese pasta is the best.





Another night, another party at LEX. I may as well go every night , considering tomorrow evening will be my last here. Going out with a bang.

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