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I can’t miss the last train again. I fly home the next day. This is a problem for tomorrow Levi. Let’s go shopping.

Sunday April 26th, 2026

Shopping day.

Next to the place where I grabbed some Wagyu burgers.

Oh, and here’s the Wagyu burger.

I also ordered three types of French fries.

Near my hotel in Akihabara there’s a train bridge that has a lot of shops underneath of it. I think that I’ll explore there today.

I’ll have a nice float.

I’m not sure what the soda flavor is.

There is a man who has a shop under this bridge. He machines small pieces to make trinkets. Or jewelry. I don’t know what to call this.

Monday April 27th, 2026

They have so many animal cafes here in Tokyo.

I’ve been disappointed with the konbinis (convenience stores) here. I kept hearing so much about them, but I wonder…

Were people talking about konbinis or were they talking about Seven-Elevens?

I’ve been going to Lawsons as there are several near my hotel.

I don’t think I’ve stopped at a Seven-Eleven, yet.

Let’s find out if there’s a big difference.

Starting with a cake sandwich.

Oh, and a melonpan (melon bread)!

I have heard about these.

There’s a joke in the rakugo show that I go to about a man dressed as a tiger at a zoo who asks a child to give him one of these.

He says they’re very tasty.

While his job choices may be dubious, I’ll give the snack a try.

I also ordered an American dog (a corn dog), but I’m trying to figure out how to use the ketchup and mustard packet.

“Tomato and rabikimasutado”

Tomato and something mustard.

Translation: Tomato and gritty mustard.

Maybe there’s instructions on the other side?

I think that I’m supposed to fold this in half based on the tiny picture on the right side of the back of this.

It worked!

So. Um.

Thank you Lawsons for feeding me for so many days.

Thank you Seven Eleven for being the konbini that will feed me for the rest of my days in Japan.

The food here is fantastic.

I purchased a suitcase at the Don Quixote and now I need to see if all of my loot will fit.

I’m nearing the end of this trip and I need to know how much space I have left.

Tuesday April 28th, 2026

Today we’re headed back to Takasaki to have dinner with Hoshino.

But first we must start our day with a cafe latte.

I’ll be sending some postcards as well.

Tomorrow afternoon we need to be at the airport for the flight back to New York, so I have my backpack and the suitcase packed and ready to go.

Time to take the long train ride out of Tokyo.

Melon soda!

Cat pals.

It’s always nice to see a Vespa.

It’s getting late.

I need to make sure I don’t miss the last train back to Tokyo again.

I checked schedules in advance, and so long as I leave by 11:30 pm, I should be good.

It feels like every aspect of Japan pays great attention to detail.

Time to eat with Hoshino.

Mori wasn’t able to make it this time.

During our chat Hoshino calls over a server and asks them to turn down the air conditioning and they do it.

I’m not sure if I could get away with this in the U.S.

It might work, but I suspect there’s a strong possibility that it might not as well.

And I miss the last train back to Tokyo.

I need to sleep.

And I need to make it to the airport.

And there should be a train heading back, but I don’t have time to figure this out because I need to hurry to the train station.

In a rush, I resort to using A.I.

I do find a train heading towards Tokyo, and I breath a sigh of relief.

A third of the way back, the train stops and it sounds like they’re saying it’s the last stop.

Maybe I need to transfer?

A nice man helps me and confirms that there are no trains heading back to Tokyo.

This is awful.

I decide to book a taxi even though it will be over $200 because I need to sleep well tonight and make it to the airport in time.

The taxi cancels.

Well, that was through a discount app, so I guess I’ll try the full priced taxi app.

$300 is a lot of money, but I don’t want to mess up getting home.

The taxi cancels.

I hate A.I.

I book a spot at the cheapest hotel I can find within a thirty minute walking radius.

This is for the best.

Trains will start again around 6 am.

I’ll make it, but I won’t get a good night’s sleep, now.

Sleep here for about four or five hours, then go to the hotel, then to the airport.

Hopefully I can check my bag and get inside early so that I can eat at the airport and maybe sneak in a nap.

Whatever.

This is a problem for tomorrow Levi.

Alarm set.

I need to fall asleep fast.

And without my cpap machine.

Wednesday April 29th, 2026

Time to move.

I can’t miss this flight.

How do I look?

I make good time.

I can sneak in a quick nap at the hotel before I check out.

I got a hat while I was in Takasaki.

It has some English words on it, but the sentences don’t make sense.

I like that.

I don’t know if I ever looked out of my hotel window.

This is my last chance to do it.

Delightful.

Good bye Tokyo.

And hello flight home.

The last Tokyo train ride.

So. Um.

I make it to the airport too early and they won’t let me check my baggage until an hour before my flight.

The line to check luggage is about an hour long, so I’ve lost an hour waiting in line and I’ll need to take a guess at when to get in line so that I can get checked in early enough to not miss my flight.

Not a fan, but what do I know about running airports.

Good news, I pull it off.

I also have less than one-hundred yen left on my Suica train card.

And thanks to a Pokemon vending machine and some food stalls inside of the airport, I spend the last of my Japanase cash.

About the flight.

When I originally booked the return flight, I got one of the last available seats. Middle seat in the very back of the plane, but a month before leaving for Japan I checked again and some seats had opened up and I was able to snag an aisle seat.

While boarding the plan a guy was standing in my way for so long that a flight attendant came to tell him to move, and when he realized I was the seat next to him he asked me to switch seats with his pregnant wife who was in an aisle seat in the back of the plan.

She was pregnant and looked so hopeful.

I gave up the seat.

I ended up sitting between a couple of college professors who were super cool and told me that the Buddhist temple that I went to was a cult thing.

I didn’t believe it at first, but upon landing and having internet again I looked it up.

I explained this in the previous post. I’m not qualified to determine what is and is not a cult, but this group does have some unusual views and recruiting methods.

The important thing is that I made it home.

I didn’t miss my flight and I had a good time.

Tokyo was lonely.

The crime is as low as everyone says, and the streets are clean.

It’s so peaceful that even the trains are quiet.

The rent here is so much lower than the U.S.

I’m sure that this is partially due to the Japanese Yen being at a lower value than it has been at in a long time, but I believe that even during a better conversion rate that rent here is much more reasonable.

I could live in a place like Takasaki.

I hear that Japan respects its blue collar workers and that they can earn a nice living.

I have mixed feelings about nearly every aspect of this trip, but I’m glad that I finally made it to Japan.

If you ever decide to visit Japan, I highly suggest learning how to read the alphabets.

You don’t need it, but it makes common tasks easier.

If I come to Japan again, I will focus on Osaka and its surrounding areas.

Thank you for reading.