So the day before last was day three of this Japan extravaganza and damn it was long. We started the morning off by heading over to Yo-yogi park. We took the subway as usual and noticed alot of people seem to sleep while there on it, but know where there at when there stop comes up, kinda cool. We got there and roamed around for a minute saw some people chillen on benches and some model photo shoots. We also got a chance to rent some bikes and ride the course of the park. From there we decided to stop at a place called Tarlum for some desserts and a glass of wine, it was bomb. All of it. After the deliciousness we headed back to Roppongi, and met up with my buddy Jack who lives out here. He took us to a Ramen joint near his work at Konami. During our meal we decided that he should take us around Akihabra which he definitely recommended. Place was crazy, loaded with people and electronics alike. Auctions were going on and every shop on the block is a competitor. Didn't pick up anything, but the experience was crazy. After the craziness, we went back to the hotel to chill for a minute picking up some japanese whiskey along the way. BAD NEWS, is the stuff crept on you. We chatted with Besty for a minute before meeting up with Jack again later to head out to some bars. We hit a sports bar first where we had some beers, and some nachos that were made with Doritos, eee. We met some strange chicks that were living out here for some reason, one from south africa, one from canada, and the other from holland. We played a drinking game at the bar not in my favor that sent me in a course for the worst. Damn you Jack. We left with the girls to head to another bar, but the team didn't agree so we had to dismiss the situation. We headed to Geronimos after that where I was feeling horrible without knowing. I met an aussie chick that insisted that the way I buttoned my shirt was not cool, fuck that bitch. Anyway, the bar felt like PB in SD, not my cup of tea. The next bar we hit was a Brazilian bar dont' remember the name. It was packed like sardines and started to notice that Japanese girls like to dance on the bars. Hmmm. There was a bar tender who was blowing fireballs upstairs, which caught me off guard, but it was pretty dope funny actually. After those shenanigans we hit a bar called Wall Street, same deal with the feel of it, I ended up heading in early cause Jack killed me with the game played earlier in the evening, and I wasn't feeling the bar. Here is the photo journal of the Day 3 or click below.
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