Going around Tokyo is not a sinecure... Finding a specific place is a real challenged, even when you have a great sense of orientation – like me – you never know if you will end up at the right place. Streets have no names and Tokyoites are probably even less aware of what is where than you are. This city itself (without its suburbs) is worse than a bee hive, with 13 million people living in it and probably more people during the day time. This place doesn’t stop, doesn’t sleeps.
I have been to NY and honestly, Tokyo is way more grandiose, way more worth the long-haul flight and the jet-lag...
During the same day, my mood can oscillate between: I am in ecstasy, it is the best place ever, and why did I ever decided to come to this urban jungle where no machete seems to be resistant enough?
Today I took the train to the Takao Mountain at 5Okm West of Tokyo, I found myself in a real and lush sub-tropical jungle, with endless trees and amazing sightseeing, although I did not see the Fujiyama which was in the clouds, again (I already missed it from the Tokyo Tower cause it was way too cloudy).
I was actually happy to come back to Tokyo, the city of madness. I was happy to sit in the metro and gaze at this wide range of clothing and hair-style, from the much blunt business man: white shirt, dark suit and dark-red or blue tie; to the crazy ‘cosplay’ teenagers, gothic, manga and whatnot...
I feel at ease here, no one cares who you are, no one stare at you, no one is rude... what is up with us in the West? Go to Paris, London, Madrid, New York and you will always be confronted to some kind of rudeness... “Well you know, Western metropolis are crowded, busy and no one has time to be kind...” Well, Japan is part of the West, so why are they so relax, so kind and ready to help you?
I think we have much to learn from the Japanese... I think despite the ambient madness, Tokyo really is a nice place to fast and spend some days of the month of Ramadhan.
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