Lost In Translation

So I’ve finally arrived in Tokyo following a 10 hour flight from Los Angeles and within three hours I have already managed to get myself into trouble. After a packed ride on the bus from the plane to the terminal, a one and a half hour trip on the Narita Express and an extremely confusing few stops on the world’s most complicated metro system I somehow managed to make it to my hotel.








































Starving I dumped my bags in my room and headed for a safe haven to grab a bite to eat.













Now this is where everything went wrong. In desperate need of a haircut which I really should have had in Los Angeles I ventured out into the backstreets of Nakameguro to find a barber. When I explained to him that I wanted him to give me a Grade 1 all over I felt confident he knew what I was talking about but alas no. Here I am in the hotel lift with hair:














And here I am post what was supposedly a Grade I cut:














Not a good look. Not a good look at all and suddenly that whole movie has started to make sense.

More tomorrow. Now it’s time for dinner.