I left the house at 1305, hoping to explore the area around Tokyo Station and
Nihombashi.
After exiting the station I looked for food at the nearest big building, which
happened to be a shopping mall with offices on the upper levels, a type of
building which feels really common here due to the sheer number of tall towers
that exist.
Well I was in a shopping centre already, so I took a while to walk around every
level and browse a lot of the shops.
Reading back on my notes I realise now that I completely forgot about my plans
to go to Nihombashi. Instead, I sat down at the communal seats and tables on the
ground floor (pretty rare for those to exist in Tokyo other than in parks),
learnt Japanese on my phone, and watched office workers come out of the lifts
after their workday. Apparently Marunouchi (the side of Tokyo station which I
exited) is Tokyo’s financial district but I didn’t take a good look since I
holed up in Kitte all day and it was raining outside.
After getting sick of learning Japanese, I went back to Tokyo station and
explored one of the big malls connected to the station building. I ended up in
the Tokyu Hands stationery section and I must’ve spent 30-60 minutes there. I
was looking for a nice refillable notebook but I could only find journals and
planners. They also had a huge pen section, predominantly from Japanese
manufacturers but also including all the non-Japanese big names too. None of the
pens were “cheap” and were mainly sold individually. I didn’t look at the prices
too much, but I’d say that most pens were in the 200-400 JPY range, with more
expensive metal ones selling for 500-1500. They had a particularly large display
of Uni Jetstream pens with heaps of different varieties, some plastic, some
metal (and expensive), some short, many colours, and some multicolour ones which
could include a mechanical pencil.
Unfortunately, the store closed while I was still browsing so I didn’t buy
anything. Elbert happened to be in the area so I met up with him, but he wasn’t
hungry so he went home first while I stayed behind to eat.
I got home at 2200 and stayed up doing who knows what, and blogging. I bought a
pudding at Lawson and the man at the counter (who I’ve seen many times before)
asked me where I was from (at first in Japanese but I didn’t understand him) and
I said Australia. He told me that he was from Nepal. Maybe I’ll talk to him more
on my next midnight snack trip.