Lost in Tokyo

Morning:

When the WIFI is gone and I am left by myself in a different city, my mind panics a bit. Not panicking in the typical sense, but I  never know what to do with myself. I want to open the fridge to brainlessly check to see if anyone liked my status or saw my blog post- but I can’t. There is no fridge.
 
I sketched my breakfast this morning which consisted of sandwiches and lukewarm hot chocolate. It is difficult for me to draw food- especially warm food. I did not mind in Singapore or Bali because I had no appetite whatsoever. In my natural habitat however, I am infamous for pigging out. It takes great willpower on my part to draw then eat.
 
Today, I will attempt to find Tokyo Tower or Sky Tree. Before that, I want to go to Shinjuku and Shibuya because it seems to be the thing to do. I hope to not get lost. The problem is that I have no internet. I am alone with my thoughts and left to doing things the old fashioned way.
 
 
Noon:
 
I was pleased when I got handed free samples of new snacks and crackers on the street. In Osaka we only get tissues and fliers.
 
I walked around all morning and I found myself in a famous Shrine in Harajuku. It was nice to listen to all of the different languages. I have never seen so many tourists in my life.
I bought a little good-luck charm for a friend. The women selling them did not look happy to be there though. They should buy some of their own items.
 
When I left, I went to go draw in front of the station. A woman approached me asking to sign my name for world peace. She handed me a trinket and asked for a donation. She did not seem to speak Japanese or English. I told her in both languages that I could only give a small amount. After I signed my name, I gave her 100 yen and she looked  displeased. 
 
Coming back, I wandered around looking for a place to eat lunch. As I was walking, the thought went through my head, “I hope to make a good friend”. I continued my search and in the corner of my eye I spot a kebab stand. The prices looked fairly reasonable, and I liked the idea of sitting outside on such a beautiful day. 
 
I ordered and made small talk with the worker. I found out that he was from Morocco and is currently working at random cafes in the area. We continued to talk for an hour after that and we agreed to meet again after he finished work. 
Later in the afternoon, we grabbed a couple of drinks from the convenience store and chatted in a local alley.
 
What he observed about Japanese people is that they are competitive and do not like to talk about personal issues. “Everyone wants to be better than everyone else, showing off their pictures, bags, or clothes- they don’t know how to be themselves.”
 
We talked about life and how to live.
He told me that we each have a mind and a heart. We listen to both at different times and when we have conflicting emotions, that is when the heart and mind do not agree. At those moments we have to learn to make the best choice. 
If you do not feel at peace about something, leave it. If you forget about it, you will feel better.
It was a lovely talk and I hope to see him again. Thank you Man from Morocco for making my day.
 
Evening:
 
After doing a little bit of shopping, I drew my dinner and dozed off in a cafe’. The sofas were like marshmallows. 
 
There are many people in Tokyo. Everywhere I look I see swarms of ants. The good thing about riding the trains in such crowds is that you could fall asleep and you would not have to worry about falling over. 
 
The first day is over and I will start working tomorrow. I am looking forward to it I am praying that I will be able to find the meeting place. Wish me luck!

 

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