Our late-night trip to fish market in the torrential rain, that our plimsols have come to love, was filled with heartache.
After a trip to the 24 hour bookstore in Midtown we made our way to a pool and darts hall, where Taichi unfortunately fell victim to a seven ball defeat at the hands of the peoples champ. After an interesting game of 'computer darts' - where each point gained resulted in an area of japan being won, we made the hour long walk to the fish market, just in time for the tuna auction.
Upon the realisation that watching a man repeatedly gutting a fish makes you feel a bit funny inside, we decided to tuck into some sashimi for breakfast and like a real gentleman of the night, I bought £60's worth of dried seaweed.
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