We had to first navigate our way through Shinagawa Station, where, over the past year or so, I have spent many an hour walking around in my usual befuddled state, clueless as to how to actually get out of the place. I'm sure it's bigger than Melbourne Airport.
A friend and I went for lunch at a restaurant in the hotel, the name of which I can't remember, nor do I know what floor we were even on, but if you're in Tokyo, I highly recommend it.
Although it rains a lot at home, the whole umbrella culture hasn't really taken off and you're considered a bit of a wuss if you shun a few drops of rain. It's the complete opposite in Japan. Locals cringe like the Wicked Witch of the West at the first sign of rain clouds and scurry for cover lest the water melts them or, even worse, messes with their fabulous hairdos. And that's just the men. Still, I've joined the brolly-brigade and now have seven umbrellas in my possession to match every possible outfit. Er, which would be black. Or black.
I had never noticed these umbrella lockers before this particular rainy day. Petty theft is relatively unheard of, so I imagine these lockers exist purely for the amount of people who would be needing to place their brolly somewhere (god forbid you carry them inside and drip water over the floor - as I unwittingly did when I first arrived). You drop the umbrella in, the key pops up and off you go, content in the knowledge that it will be there when you return.OK, this post mentions umbrella or brolly six times. I cannot believe I am resorting to talking about the weather. Can my life possibly get any more boring? Stay tuned because you'll be the first to know.