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What was bound to happen… finally happened: I lost my second and only remaining bike lock key.
Carrying the bike all the way to the store was a lot of fun, let me tell you.
In case you’d like to know, it’ll cost ya 1500¥ to get a brand new lock and three bonus lives.

Just in case you haven’t realized: tis not snow… this stuff fell from the trees as it does each year…

Phear the leather-clad ojisan and his ancient bike-cursing powers!

Afterward, we went for the best ramen of all times: so worth the 20 minute wait (the place is quite small and people were lining all the way down the tiny stairwell to the street). Among the many different hand-drawn menus and signs hanging in the waiting room/stairwell, this one cracked us up: basically inviting customer to not blow loudly their nose while at the table…
We capped the evening with a few drinks at Fujimama’s before stumbling home with the last train…

At some point during the afternoon, a group of belly-dancers came by and threw a show… One particularly awesome detail was the guy: playing arabian tunes on his accordeon :D.

No, I’m not being rude, that’s really their name.