This afternoon, over to Shibuya again, this time to HMV, then got some quasi-wacky earrings at Silver Angel or Angel Heart or whatever the heck that place is called, and some clothes from some of the small shops around Centa-gai, but ran out of time.

Dinner at a restaurant on the top floor of the NHK building. A mixture of odd things including a little bit of sashimi, largy gloopy bits of tofu and some veggies, finally followed by something that I think was called houba-yaki, larger pieces of grilled meats, done over a charcoal fire, served sliced on a plate with some special salt – they pointed to some huge red rocks that they said were salt rocks imported from Malaysia that they grind down in-house. Tasted like salt to me, sorry.

Had a hefty chunk of Iberian pork and some chicken. And just enough scotch to stay awake and thinking, which was a necessity because my friend had brought me there to discuss a business venture idea. It will probably take six months to a year to bring to fruition but if it happens and I go along with it, it could mean some interesting changes.

Even though this is my last night in town and I have not hit any Roppongi bars, still not in the mood. Tomorrow night I’m home and, well, I’ll be doing what I do when I’m at home. Until Monday, when I head to Seoul for a few days.

This has been an okay trip, have had better, have had worse. Not sure if I can make it back here before the end of the year but sometimes it works out that way.

Hongkie Town
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