27 October 2026
Dry roads are back
Kanda for ramen
For the first time in a few days, no rain to speak of, no puddles, and after changing them earlier, dry socks. I talk about my socks a lot. I bought new ones just before I came here. I wear one style of socks exclusively, and they are only available from one lady in Bendigo who imported them in bulk over a decade ago. I am her only customer. Socks are really really important. I wear through normal ones in a week, these ones last years. OK, enough about my socks.
Despite only going for a looping walk through the very familiar suburb of Kanda this evening, I got to 43,000 steps for the day. Mild achievement, I start getting excited at 50k.
Tomorrow I will go on a long train ride in the exact opposite direction of today, the day after, the same direction as today. I will get at least $250 value from my $150 three day train pass. I must. I cannot cope with any other scenario. OK enough about how much of a terrible tight ass I am.
Kanda. A location I regularly stay at, but am not staying at on this trip. Normally if staying in Kanda I walk away from it for dinner elsewhere, today I walked to it, for dinner.
Perhaps tacos with rubbish piled up out the front to make it seem legitimate? Cancelled? OK.
There are many many restaurants in the streets around Kanda station.
I wanted to go in here and buy a stamp for wax seals, but the dog said no.
One of my favourite things is the little restaurants under the train line. Always a good photo.
And so I ate in one of them, and had ramen again. Not as good as last night but not bad. Lighter flavour. 1200 yen, do your own conversion. This helps no one. It helps slightly more people than if I type $10, because is that Canadian, NZ, USA, Australian, Singapore? Nobody knows. I guess I could put it in Euros or Renminbi. Not even Rupees work because 7 different countries share the Rupee as their currency. Quite the conundrum.
Most train stations feature an apology gift shop for salarymen who have lied who are returning home late.
I followed the train line north and ended up in the south end of Akihabara again, so I turned for home.
Skirting around the edges.
This is Ochanomizu station, with various other train lines in view. On the left you can see a train on the lower bridge, they also go over the upper bridge.
And finally, a redundant photo to end the day of a crossing near my hotel. Note the dryness of the road.