I'd arranged to go to Kinshicho with Momo and Jean, to blitz Babies R Us and Akachan Honpo (Japan's answer to Mothercare). I invited Jo to come along as I thought she'd like to meet Jean because she had lived in Melbourne, where Jo is from, and because she also lives in our area. I seem to be forming a Tamachi breakaway group. Nick says I am becoming a 'hub' for mums and babies!
The afternoon went very fast and before I knew it, I was running late to get Emily home to start the evening routine. So I made my goodbyes and headed back to central Tokyo on my own. Bad mistake. The train I took terminated at Tokyo station instead of going through to Shinagawa. It was rush hour and Tokyo station is very complex and spread out so I had real trouble trying to find an alternative way to get home. I was very close to tears, I admit, and also sweating profusely in my panic. Eventually I made it back to our local station, only to find that I'd lost my ticket. Fearing a tirade in Japanese and a heavy fine, I approached the barrier timorously. However, the official knew exactly what I was trying to say, and even charged me less than my original ticket, intimating that next time I'd face a penalty. Since he didn't give me any kind of receipt or take my details, I very much suspect that he pocketed the 160 yen.
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