Arrival

Arriving in Japan was an exhilarating, as well as confusing, experience. Since my flight had been switched I had no prior plan as to what to do when I land to get to the place where I was to be staying, basket ball café in Kiba, Tokyo. To make matters more perplexing everybody I asked for help spoke very little English and had no idea where Kiba was. I luckily ended up meeting a polish girl who spoke a fair amount of English and was a resident of Tokyo, she was able to use google to find a route to where I was staying. I took the bus from the airport to Tokyo City Air Terminal, on the way I passed through Narita, an absolutely gorgeous city covered in green and pink Sakura tree, the trees were in full bloom, I had never seen so many in my life. The bus was 2000¥, approximately $20, I figured I needed to conserve what little money I had left so I ended up not taking a taxi from TCAT to the Basketball Café, this was a 5 km walk and a daring idea. Once again I was unable to get directions on my phone and was completely lost on foot. I ran into a young woman in business attire who spoke very good English and went out of her way to help me get on the right path towards my destination. I began my final trek towards the café with a 30 pound bag in one hand and a 15 pound  bag on my back, each stuffed to the maximum capacity. After a while of bumbling a long with very little clue of the street names and the way in which I was going, I grew weary and took out my skateboard from my bag, this was Herculean task of its own. While sitting on the streets of Tokyo I ripped out all of my clothes from my bag and wrestled to heave out my skateboard from the ever so tight grasp of my bag. I began to try to skate my way through Koto, Tokyo. The streets were extremely difficult to skate on, only made more difficult by the gargantuan bag in my left hand. I got lost multiple times, however I enjoyed making my way through the greets of tokyo. I road over beautiful green bridges, crossing the majestic fingers of tokyo bay, and under the falling rose colored pedals of the Sakura trees. I finally made it to kiba station and from there asked once again how to get  to the cafe, I was immediately helped by a middle aged man, who spoke only in Japanese. I crossed the bridge over the street to my final destination and arrived to the warm welcoming walls of the Basketball café. I hiked up the tight staircase and entered the café to a pleasant introduction, the place was cozy and had a very good vibe, I am so pleased to be staying here.