Threading the Way through Shinjuku

Shinjuku at night. This is an area of Tokyo that at night is filled with young men in black suits with white shirts standing in the middle of streets talking on cell phones. These men are, according to Kim, either mafia boys or men who are "paid to have conversations."

At any rate, the young men have teased red hair sometimes. Other times, black straight hair to just below the chin.

The young women are dressed in a variety of outfits from baby doll to shorts with black thigh-high tights. Every gal is in high heels.

People are wall-to-wall, like moving through a moving maze.

Liz and Kim

Liz, a friend of my daughter's, and Kim, my daughter. We are on our way to a Chinese restaurant for duck on the bone (yuck!) and other better food choices. Liz is a member of Japan Study at Wasada University along with Kim. She goes to NYU. She gave me a birthday card! Wow.

When we arrived at the Chinese restaurant in Shinjuku, there were tables before us but the hostess said "no table; have to wait 2 hrs." When we agreed to wait for her to call us on Kim's cell phone, she looked so surprised.

Less than 10 minutes after we left, she called to say, "Table ready; we had a cancellation."

So, back we went. Food was good except for the duck on the bone. Bad choice.