And so it came to pass that, for the first time during the summer months, I would be returning for my third trip to Scotland; this time with Angie in tow! You can read all about my experiences in Scotland in my very next blog post....
Before we made it to Scotland, however, we had to travel to Terminal 2 at Tokyo Narita airport from Takamatsu. This time, however, was a bit more of an adventure than usual!
Usually I've always taken the night bus to get back home, as I've found this overnight service to Tokyo station (followed by the hour long train to the airport via the Narita Express) very convenient and perfect for syncing up with my flight times the next morning. This time, however, Angie and I were sadly unable to take this service as the tickets were sold out when we tried to book it. A bit of a pain, but not a deal-breaker. Instead, we would have to take trains almost immediately after school to get there in time (including the usual transfer to the shinkansen in Okayama), which would be considerably more expensive - basically double the cost (¥9000 vs ¥18000 approximately).
The other downside was that we were unable to find any suitable accommodation for our overnight stay. The only hotels available were far out of our price range, and we were too far away from any of the other cheaper hotels to consider them. As such, we would have to somehow spend the night in Tokyo around Tokyo Station... somehow.
Storage lockers.
Things appeared fine when we first arrived in Tokyo. Arriving just before 11pm, we put our luggage into the overnight storage at Tokyo Station (which apparently is time-locked between 11pm and 7am). Unfortunately, this would incur an overnight storage fee, but there wasn't anything we could do. Our flight was around 11am the next morning, so we would have to kill around twelve hours overnight, which we had initially planned to do just by killing time in the station. It quickly became apparent, however, that all of the restaurants and kiosks in the station were closing for the evening. Tokyo Station is nowhere near as central, big or busy as Shinjuku station, and it quickly became apparent that the station would be pretty much dead overnight.
We decided to make our way out onto the city streets, to see what food we could acquire there (as we hadn't eaten dinner, and were accordingly pretty hungry). It took an age to get out of the station, though, as Angie's ticket had disappeared and we had no idea how to cross the barrier gates without it (eventually a sympathetic gate-keeper happily let us through).
The area outside Tokyo Station.
Walking around the streets, we soon realised that not only were we with inconsiistent phone signal, but all of the nearby restaurants were very pricey and almost all closing at midnight (which was only minutes away). We followed our Google Maps towards the nearest combini, thinking that perhaps it would be our only source of salvation (there was also a McDonalds listed, but we had no idea whether or not it would be open 24 hours).
As we walked, and walked, and walked for seemingly an eternity, we headed towards a nearby karaoke place (Big Echo) next to a series of combinis, dreading what felt like the inevitable microwave dinner that awaited us. As luck would have it, we stumbled upon a small restaurant under an archway nearby, which appeared to be open all night.
Ordering a mix of dishes, we at last had some small comfort after feeling near starved and a bit helpless. The food was pretty good, as it happened, though the restaurant felt like it was in a very rough part of town!
Dinner!
After eating, we stopped at a nearby Lawson for overnight supplies, then made the long walk back again to Tokyo Station. Upon arrival, it became very clear that the station had actually closed for the night; it was almost deserted with the exception of a few construction workers who seemed to be doing some work on the building, and a few rather suspect characters that may well have been homeless. With several hours to go before morning, Angie and I appeared to be stuck.
Luckily, Angie struck upon a brilliant idea; find an all-night Internet Cafe.
Media Cafe POPEYE.
A quick Google search on our iPhones revealed one not too far away named 'Media Cafe POPEYE'. We decided to make our way there, which involved walking again for what seemed like another thirty minutes (including walking past some rough areas of Tokyo where several homeless people seemed to live). The cafe seemed to be in something of a red-light district (with police also patrolling the area), which was more than a bit concerning, but as our options were limited we decided to go for it.
The cafe itself was quiet and a bit run down; not as nice as my local Funky Time Internet Cafe (which I often frequent for the wonderful free drink service), but definitely serviceable. We each booked a private cubicle for the night with a padded floor, and also spotted a few other heads asleep at various computers nearby. Angie and I managed to get cubicles next to one another, which - along with the toilet facilities - would definitely do us for the night. We popped our phones on to charge and I decided to try and turn my PC on - but I couldn't even work out how to start it. As such, Angie and I put down our heads and managed to get about five hours of sleep.
A dodgy part of town.
The early morning walk felt somewhat surreal, as we again saw several homeless people living only a small walking distance away from the main Tokyo station. After about thirty minutes, we arrived at the front door (which I had often arrived at around 7am via night bus), and opted to get straight on the next train to Narita Airport. On the Narita Express, we both felt a little worn down before our flights home had even began.
Back at Tokyo Station.
We checked in at the airport, picked up some presents in the Duty Free, and finally made our way back to Scotland.
It had definitely been a long and memorable evening.
