We woke up to our last day in Tokyo, a little sad. In less than fifteen hours, we knew we would be on our way back to America and back to the daily grind. Since our last day fell on a Sunday, we were set on going back to Yoyogi Park, but first we needed to get some of our own picnic supplies.
Downstairs in the basement of the Shinjuku Station we had plenty of options for picnic options.
We were at the park earlier this time. People were still bringing in their picnic supplies, cases of beer and bottles of sake.
We wolfed down our food pretty quickly, but fortunately there was plenty of food being prepared by vendors in the park.
That’s what she said!
This time the cherry blossoms were all blooming, What a difference one week makes. There were even more people out in the park too. We were out to see what more fun and interesting people, and that’s exactly what we got.
A woman sat and painted the flowers by the lake.
We found some people that brought a bear suit to the park. How fun!
Then we saw these people having an awesome time.
We wanted to find some new friends, and we did.
This was part of the friend selection criteria. The other half was that they had to speak English and be friendly.
These girls are yelling, “Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot! Everybody!” Good to know the Japanese take only the best parts of American culture.
This guy had too much to drink, and he had to go into work later that same day.
There were definitely some shows going on in the park. I think this one was the ending of the first Rocky.
All the drinking in the park made me hungry. Stopped into a Yoshinoya. It’s really not too different from America, but for some reason it doesn’t seem gross here.
Michelle wanted to pick up more snacks from one of the stores in Harajuku. Easier said than done.
After doing a little more walking around the city, we realized we were pretty tired. We knew we would miss Japan and its people, but we were ready to go home. For our last meal, we popped into Ippudo, a famous ramen shop that has made its way to NYC too.
And for Michelle, spicy, creamy deliciousness.
After returning from Japan, we laid out what we bought on the kitchen table. Pretty much all snacks, many purchased in the airport because we were unable to find a money changer.
Japan is such a wonderful country, and everyone should go visit. I mean everyone. I’m going to go out on a limb and say it. Nicest people in the world. We could all learn a thing or two from the Japanese. Let’s start with vending machine food ordering and better tonkatsu. We can work on our manners later.