March 11, 2011, I was in a hotel room in Shanghai watching the aftermath of the tsunami/earthquake that killed thousands in Japan. The Japanese people mourned, and rebuilt, and the world mourned with them, and helped them rebuild. One small and insignificant ramification is that it was the day before my flight was supposed to leave for Tokyo. So it took me a year to finally make it to Japan, a country my grandparents generation was at war with – a country that is now one of our closest allies. And that’s a testament to them. And to us. And to humanity. And if you visit, it’s a blast.
Did they have the Big America Texas Burger when you were there? Im not going to say it made my trip to Japan… but…
Beer vending machines FTW!
good times, can’t wait to go back
I love the review from Junichi… I have felt those feelings numerous times.
Ahh, Roppongi!
Oh to be there to witness the “Roppongi Flowers” Blooming in the wee hours of the morning from the club goers…and the US Marines taking over the Hard Rock!
Jason,
It was great to have you out here! If any GRT are in the Tokyo area, hit me up.
Junichi,
I can’t wait for December brother!
Don