Tokyo

Packed with culture and abuzz with life, Japan’s megacity offers both serene landscapes and epic views.

Visiting for the sakura season at the end of March/beginning of April, we experienced Tokyo coming to life in the spring.

After a lengthy flight of 13 hours, a stopover in Shanghai and a further four-hour flight to Tokyo’s Haneda airport, we arrived into a frenetic Tokyo at night. It was late and I was glad to be travelling with my friend who spoke great Japanese, meaning we could get around as soon as we landed. A short airport transfer and we arrived at our capsule hotel, where, jet lagged and tired from being awake for more than 24 hours, we promptly fell asleep.

Staying in a capsule hotel was a brand-new experience and while the communal sleeping areas took a bit of getting used to, I really liked the vibe of our stay at Nine Hours, a well-known hostel chain in Japan. There, we met some other fantastic travellers, including some very intrepid 18-year-olds who’d come from Germany. I was impressed at their tenacity at such a young age! The lounge areas were lots of fun to spend time in and we spent a lot of time sitting down to write or draw, usually with dinner from the konbini, either 7-11 or another local store. I loved the freedom of the place, the feeling of meeting people from all over the world, and the fact that every day we’d be doing something new.

One of my highlights was the Tokyo Tower, which felt a bit like Toronto’s CN Tower, and the Imperial Gardens with its dedicated museum. I was surprised that the streets outside this oasis in the city felt like NY, albeit with less chaotic traffic. After that was Akihabara, the gaming district, which really came alive at night – and, of course, a visit to a cat cafe couldn’t be missed. I’d been warned before I left to watch out for Godzilla, though I was lucky to avoid an encounter.

Later in the week we’d booked a daytime excursion to Mount Fuji with a group of other travellers, taking an early metro across Tokyo and a long bus ride to the outskirts of the city. We stopped at a museum, a huge shopping village and a roadside restaurant where we took part in a matcha tea-making ceremony. Whisking the powder with water and drink from the cup three times as a dedication was essential, and added a spiritual, mindful element to the ceremony. 

That week had been especially cloudy but we were incredibly lucky to get a view of the mountain as the clouds cleared. A few kilometres from the mountain we stopped at a local village and ate some volcanically hot fried oyster (in Japanese ‘oishi desu, very tasty). Seeing Mount Fuji was really a bucket list destination for me and I’m so glad we got to experience it when we did.

One of my highlights of the trip was a visit to Asakusa, where we saw historic temples and a fantastic marketplace full of every kind of trinket and gift you could imagine. 

In the nearby Samurai museum, we had an entertaining tour from local guides about the history of samurai in the area. Inexplicably, there were Ken Watanabe posters everywhere, but this added to the atmosphere!

At the weekend we took a bullet train from Tokyo to Kyoto, and the two-hour journey felt as straightforward and smooth as catching a flight. You can read about our visit to Fushimi Inari shrine in the Kyoto blog post.

Eager to pack everything in (even without a rest day), the following morning we got going to meet a local friend at Gyoen National Garden, via a delightful children’s bookshop and cafe where the Very Hungry Caterpillar and Miffy were well represented. The street was famous for its vintage bookshops and we also visited some excellent second-hand antique stores, where I found some prints of Tokyo in the musty attics.

A short metro ride away from this street was the Gyoen National Garden, though to only refer to it as a garden would be to do it a disservice: it was much too vast for such a modest name. We were delighted to see the sakura appear (it had been late this year and so it was incredible to see in person before we left). 

After a few hours at the garden with our friend, we headed for afternoon tea at least 20 stories high in a local hotel, with an incredible view of Tokyo. Catching up about our week, the customs in Japan and about what we’d take away from the trip was a highlight.

Determined not to waste a minute, on the final day we visited a market based on the Eddo period. Steeped in history around the Japanese isolation from other nations for 200 years, this market felt a time capsule, yet had also been modernised and was a hotspot for many locals. After lunch and local beers, we spent the final afternoon indulging in a spa on the top floor of the market with a view of the bay. What better way to spend the last day of our trip? 

Naturally it was an adjustment to come back to the UK  – after the excitement of the trip and the joy at returning home to friends and family had settled down, we’d have plenty of memories (and souvenirs). After a good sleep, the next morning my first message to my friend was: I miss the konbini. 7-11 would have to be there waiting for us for our next trip.