I’ll admit to being a bit nervous when we turned over our bags to a sleepy Japanese lady who barely looked at the scribbled address on our crumpled itinerary, but the next day, voila! Bags show up, I’ve got clean underwear, and there was much rejoicing.
Rock it! Alright!
They let you into the country? Check.
Pocket full of Japanese Yen? Check.
Bags on their way to your sister-in-law’s house? Check.
Train tickets in hand? Check.
Hit up the Starbucks for some green tea frappucino? Hell yes.
Go! Get out there! Eat some skewered eel intestines! Buy some used underwear from the corner porn vending machine! Experience the wonder and beauty of that which is the Japanese 7-11! Go have the adventure of a lifetime!
Final Protip: Get lost in Kyoto during a downpour.
Hard Mode: Accidentally leave your cash and map in the hotel room.
Nightmare Mode: Don’t get back to the hotel until after the lobby closes.
Just remember to hold on to a spare set of underwear.