Today we got up fairly early and decided as a special treat to go to McDonalds for breakfast, sick of bloody rice for every meal. After that we decided to go to the Ebisu Gardens and the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Photography but forgot to check whether it was open or not. Being a Monday, of course, it was not. Obviously we are amazing at planning our lives. Still, we saw the Rodin in the gardens, which was worth the trip for me.

After that, armed with an all day economy ticket, we headed to Shibuya which was every cliche about Tokyo come to life. At the big crossroads, it is completely insane every time the lights change, a fucking sea of humanity descends on the shops and buildings. We were intensely set on seeing some art by this point so we walked around intensely looking for a shopping centre with a gallery that we had read about in our little bible. We eventually found it along with such shops as opening ceremony, miu miu and other depressing yet awesome shops. I enquired about the price of some of the smaller pieces because they were fucking awesome, but they weren't for sale, which was for the best. The pieces were incredibly Japanese, sad and beautiful. We are definitely planning to go to Ginza which is where there is a high concentration of galleries, or so we have read. Mostly contemporary and tiny which is a high plus in my opinion, even if that makes me sound me like a pretentious douchebag.

We accidentally stumbled across the highest concentration of love hotels in Shibuya as well. They are completely ridiculous and look like crazy castles and stuff, and are kind of ridiculously cute underneath the seedy underbelly of sex by the hour.

After Shibuya, we saw that electric city was only a few Subway stops from where we were, so we decided to detour to Akihabara and look at random stuff for a while. We saw the lights, the random electrics, some manga and ended up in a massive store, while Susie searched desperately in vain for a converter from UK to Japan. After this I was knackered and flagging badly because of the stifling heat, and shouting of sales assistants in their shrill voices, shouting in to the ether, through megaphones and something to the tune of "I'm getting married in the morning", or alternatively "glory glory man utd" being piped through the speakers. Afterwards though, I fortified myself with icecream and randomly got a sugar rush at like midnight. Which was awesome for the insomnia I seem to have picked up too.