I used to be so disciplined and write about every experience no matter how banal. Now I seem to like to be selfish about them. I want to keep them framed in their context and let time do its natural blurring as the memories become further and further from my everyday reality. But then I remind myself that I meant to document everything, but I left out the experiences and left for you the banal. The un-emotive and very matter-of-factual experience of Tokyo. The context isn't relevant to the readers, rather the readers aren't relevant to the context; so to begin already a sense of experience is lost. I decided to present it as is, unfiltered by opinion... but then I feel something else was lost. I haven't even left a skeleton for you because I ate all the marrow and now the bones are malnourished. So here is my promise to those who take the time to read. I will add more photos and make an effort to make the text at least remotely exciting.
Having said that...
There is a time when we all need to realize we are adults and take responsibility for our actions. That time usually comes around when you reach that not-so-exciting physiological threshold: when you realize your body doesn't react to things the way it used to, when you realize your brain isn't as sharp, and gravity has more profound effects on your shape (especially for women). With all that in mind, our aging bodies also become our responsibility. I'm somewhere in between those thresholds of aging... all to say that I managed to get a bladder infection and mild heat stroke soon after. Ugh, I've been sick here but I'm better now after some costly doctor visits (VERY COSTLY!!!)
So.... if you do travel to Tokyo, take care of yourself. Travel health insurance is NOT overrated (which I don't have). But it is also good to know that there is an International Clinic right around the corner. Also drinking a lot of water is always a good idea.
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