el mundo es un panuelo
up 0430. eat can of boiled eggs in soy sauce (improvised breakfast) 0440. jog to musashi-kosugi 0500. ride the tokyu corporation’s toyoko line to naka-meguro, arr 0534. catch tokyo metro’s hibiya line 0537. switch to toei corporation’s oedo line at roppongi station 0551. 0602h, after that snapshot of tokyo train confusion (each company’s line has different ticket, different map, different stations sometimes…) wham it’s tsukiji.
three-wheeled carts flying everywhere, bicycles, mopeds, motorized tricycles, old-school pushcarts laden with tuna (at 10,000usd per) all threatening to flatten the pedestrian not fast enough to duck into a niche. fresh tuna under 5foot long knives. frozen tuna in bandsaws, or stacked like logs. everything else under the sun that comes from the sea, stacked, unstacked, and restacked in a towering maze of styrofoam (that all gets heat cleaned, melted, and re-formed for the next day’s 2000tons of sea-products. it’s a trip that has to be experienced to be understood. just, don’t take large backpacks, don’t expect to stay together with a group, never wear sandals, and for goodness sake, don’t bring any kids.
and, don’t expect to see anything past 8am. Except, a really awesome sushi bar found by a random hostel tour I crashed (thanks Tomoe for letting me join y’all!!) that included this nice bloke (conner? im sorry but i’ve totally forgotten your name!) who had my mtn hardware jacket. small world. El mundo es un panuelo. And muchas gracias a Salvador y Cristina, me ha disfrutado muchisimo conociendonos!
