Japan trip: Day 4
For the day 4 trip report see Shannon’s blog here: Sacred walls, famous malls, and batting balls รขโฌโ Day 4
For the day 4 trip report see Shannon’s blog here: Sacred walls, famous malls, and batting balls รขโฌโ Day 4
All three of us were wide awake again at 4:30 this morning. Jet lag is no party. Japan is 14 hours ahead of home meaning we are essentially flipping night and day as far as our bodies care. If you’ve ever experienced it you know what I mean. There’s not a whole lot you can do at that time of day but sit around and read. Watching tv is useless as it’s all in a language you don’t speak. No place is yet open that you can get breakfast either. The Executive Lounge of the Tokyo Hilton finally opened at 6:30 so we could get some eats.
This was to be a nice easy morning as we had tickets for Kabuki at the Tokyo National Theatre at noon. As the Kabuki didn’t start until noon we had a bit of time to waste. We left the hotel around 10 and headed towards the theater across the moat from the Imperial Palace. We rode the Maranouichi Line over. It’s amazing how familiar it felt to be walking around Tokyo. It’s always an adventure to roam a different city. We wandered around about an hour before arriving at the National Theatre. There was a bit of trouble sorting out our tickets. We finally figured out where we needed to be. As the entire play is in japanese we needed to pick up translators. We found our seats in the balcony and settled in for what was a four hour play.
One thing I’ve noticed time and again is that the Japanese do not size things for people over six feet tall. I got to sit with my knees crammed into the back of the seat in front of me the entire time. The discomfort was worth it. The play was amazing. The sets were stunning. I’m an old theater stagehand and this stage was huge! They had about a 20 meter turntable that could swap an entire set in less than 30 seconds. It had about 6 elevators too. They used wires for flying actors over the audience in a dream sequence. The costumes were beautiful and extremely detailed. You didn’t even notice time passing and 4 magical hours were gone before you knew it. Sorry, no pics as photography was mercifully not permitted.
After the play we dragged ourselves back to the hotel and took a nap. We were wiped out. After a couple hour nap we drug ourselves out of bed. We could have slept through the night but knew that was bad for adjusting to Japan time. We went down to the subway stop in the basement of the hotel and rode a few stops down the line to Shibuya. Shibuya is _the_ place to be seen for kids in their 20s. Imagine Times Square in NYC. Now grow that out in all directions about 10-15 blocks. At night it’s lit up like Times Square and Las Vegas. The sound of music and people calling from stores to try to get you to come in assaults you from all directions. Even on a Monday night it was packed. Add this to jetlag and it’s like walking through a dreamy haze. We could only manage an hour here before our bodies could take no more. We made out way back to the station and our hotel. At the hotel we took advantage of the free drinks in the Executive Lounge and had a couple vodka cranberries to help us sleep. We collapsed about 10pm hoping we’d be able to sleep longer than a couple hours
After work today I was walking up Broadway and passed Century 21, a huge department store in Manhattan. I thought I’d duck in and look at shoes really quick. Little did I know that a few minutes later I’d be threatening someone with serious bodily injury.
So I went in and looked around for a few minutes. After about 5 mins I decided their prices really weren’t that great and they had nothing I liked. The entire time I had my Shure earphones in and was listening to the latest ‘This American Life’. With those things in I can hear nothing but my music/podcast.
Once I decided the place sucked, I headed towards the door on to Cortlandt. There was a lady in front of me lugging a big ass suitcase trying to get out so I waited a sec for her to get out the door then followed her. I get about 20 feet down the sidewalk and I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look over and there’s a dude in a blazer talking at me. I pop out a headphone and he says ‘Would you mind following me, sir?’ I looked him up and down and said ‘Actually, yes, I do mind.’ then turned and continued on down towards the subway entrance. I feel another tap and turn around, this time a bit more pissed and say ‘What?’. He kid of steps in front of me and says ‘Our door beeped when you left and I need to look in your backpack.’ I told him ‘Like hell you do.’ then stepped around him and kept walking.
Next thing I know there’s about 7-8 of these blazer clad goons standing around me on the sidewalk telling me to follow them. I looked at the guy there that looked like he was in charge and said ‘You guys better get the fuck out of my way or we’re going to have a problem.’ They continued to follow me and another one stepped in front of me blocking my path. I then dared him to ‘fucking touch me and find out what happens.’ I stepped around that goon and got to the top of the stairs headed down to the Cortlandt Street subway stop. As I approached the stairs two of these large guys turned to face me and completely blocked the subway entrance. I walked right up two one of them and said you better get out of my way or you’re going down those stairs the hard way. About now a few people behind me start yelling at them to get the fuck out of the way. I love New Yorkers. ๐
These two morons stepped aside and I continued down the stairs. Guess who kept following me. By now there were probably 10 of these guys. I get to the turnstile and swipe my card and one of them jumps in front of me and says that I really need to follow them. I again said get out of my way and tried to push past. He kept dancing in front of me. I looked at shorty in front of me and told him he was intimidating me and I will be calling the cops and pulled out my phone. He told me to ‘Go right ahead. They’ll search you and your bags.’ I told him he was full of shit because there’s no probable cause and that he and his buddies had no right to detain me and if he didn’t move he’d be seeing me in court or be hurt. His choice. He apparently got the nod from the leader over my shoulder because he then stepped out of my way.
By then my swipe of the card had expired and I had to re-swipe to get in. I think that’s what pisses me off the most. Those fuckers cost me an extra fare because of their bullshit.
Seriously, do I match the profile of a shoplifter? Those that know me know I do not fit the ‘shoplifter’ profile. I’m so far from that profile it’s not even funny. I’ve never experienced anything like I did today. They knew they couldn’t touch me and I knew that too. I wasn’t intimidated by their antics as much as pissed off that they were getting in my way and implying that I was a shoplifter.
So, in closing: Fuck you, Century 21!
I was asked by a friend how to pack for a long trip using only a carryon bag. As I travel somewhere about 35-40 weeks a year I guess I might know a thing or two about packing light/efficiently.
Before I show the best way to pack first I’ll abuse my power on this site and make you listen to some other rules for travel. If you’d like to get straight to the packing and miss my rant click here:
Some basic rules for travel:
Ok, enough griping. Here’s how to fit 2 weeks of clothes into a single carryon bag.
Start with a decent carryon. There’s two schools of thought when it comes to carryon bags. Buy cheap so it’s cheap to replace it when it falls apart under the strain of a lot of travel or buy expensive with a really good manufacturer’s warranty against damage. My choice is a really nice Briggs and Riley. They have the best warranty around. They replace it if it’s ever damaged, even by the airlines. No questions asked. The only time you need to buy another is if you get bored with the old one.
I’m going to show how to pack all this into this bag with plenty of room to spare.
I’ll pack the following:
Start with layering the pants along the bottom of the bag. Let them hang over the edges like in the pictures. Alternate the overhanging layers.
Now is where the art comes into packing this tightly. Forget everything your mother ever taught you about how to fold clothes. Her method is totally wrong when it comes to packing bags. Instead of folding our clothes we’re going to roll them. If we do this step right we will also minimize wrinkles and ironing time when we get to our destination. A good thing in those countries that don’t stock ironing boards as standard in all rooms.
First, lay the shirt out flat on its front.
Then fold it on half.
Fold the sleeves over the shirt.
Start rolling from the bottom. This is where you need to slow down and do it right. If you take the time to smooth wrinkles as you roll that means you’ll have less wrinkles when you unpack. Remember, wrinkles are the enemy. Both for packing and in a business meeting. Wrinkles eat packing space.
When you’re done you’ll have a nice little shirt sausage.
In this pic you can see a single folded tshirt takes about the same space as 4 rolled tshirts. That’s a dramatic difference.
Do the same for your dress shirts. Spend the time now to keep wrinkles out of the shirts. Mine are a bit wrinkly as I pulled them out of the laundry for this demo. For a real trip I’d probably iron mine first. Yours should have less wrinkles at this point.
Once you’re done rolling you’ll have a nice pile like this.
That’s 4 polo shirts, 2 dress shirts, 4 t-shirts, and 5 pairs of boxers in the space that just a few folded shirts would occupy.
Now it’s time to get them in the bag. This is the easy part. I put my shoes along the top. On a real trip I’d put them into plastic bags to keep them from dirtying the clothes. Before you pack the shoes in put your toiletries into the shoes to avoid dead space. It’s a good spot for bulky things like deodorant or electric razors if you like. Then start putting your sausages in. Make sure not to crush them in too tightly or you’ll add wrinkles.
Add another layer on top of those. For this packing that is only two more shirts. I could easily fit in another few shirts, a sport jacket, or maybe some books or business documents. For me, I pack a GPS between layers and put a small bedside fan in one corner of the bag.
After all the rolls are in start folding the pants in over the top and alternate sides.
From the side you can see I’m nowhere near capacity of this bag.
I place all my socks unfolded in the upper compartment.
Lid is closed. Notice that no stuffing will be necessary to zip it shut. Also see that I didn’t use the bellows that could give me an extra 2 inches of depth. If you use that the bag will not fit in an overhead.
Closing thoughts.
Wrinkles are the enemy. Wrinkles trap air. Trapped air is wasted space. Take the time and roll those shirts tightly/neatly.
Make sure to pack all the rolls with the loose end down or they’ll all unravel on you.
Bring along an e-reader and MP3 player to fight boredom on the flight. Or watch movies on your laptop. Rip the movies to your hard drive so you don’t need to carry DVDs.
Enjoy your trip.
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