Jetlagged

David, Angelina, and I arrived in Tokyo after all the airport lines and train stops around 8 pm. After dinner, we made a very valor attempt to go to bed at 10 pm.

Six hours later, I woke up and realized, "Shit, I'm jetlagged and can't go back to sleep." My shuffling around woke up Angelina and our whispering alerted David of our conscious state. So at five am, we sat up in our beds, bleary-eyed and ponderous of our next actions.

So we high tailed it to the Sensoji shrine. At 6am. On a Saturday morning. Because we're bloody brilliant.

There were three shops opened and seven people walking around at that time. It didn't help that we made up three of those seven folks. Deserted and quiet like a zombie film, we ambled down a large (and closed) market street to the shrine. The closer we go to the shrine, the larger of a waft we got from the incense.

We came back five hours later to do souvenir shopping and that same ghosttown street turned into a regular hustle and bustle avenue. As if a shrine deity snapped his finger and Poof! People!