Category: travel

  • Japan Strikes Back – Hirohito’s Revenge

    Yesterday I flew back from a 10 day business trip to Japan. It was a huge success, with great results. However the end of the trip was brutal.

    After two long days of training at our distributor, their senior manager took us out for dinner. A small sushi place, walking distance from their office, and Tokyo station.

    The food was excellent, fresh, and delightful. As a long time traveler to Japan, I have always enjoyed the sushi and sashimi there.

    As a westerner, I even enjoy the “odder” items, much to the delight of my hosts. This place started with an appetizer of tuna cheeks (with the eyeball).  Not a shock to me, I dove in and ate it.

    We also had uni (sea urchin roe). This is probably where I got into trouble. I had 4 pieces of it. It tasted OK, but one of the pieces was a little “off“. But hey, when in Rome (or Tokyo)…

    Bad idea.

    Starting about midnight, the vomiting began. I hit the bottom, drank water, lost it, a few times.

    About 9:00AM I tried to head out to eat some breakfast.

    Bad idea. Had to run back to my room for another round.

    Finally around noon, just before the shuttle bus to the airport came, I began to feel human again. I even ate a light meal on the plane ride home.

    I am feeling like dogshit today. Back in the office though.

  • Coming to an end – a week in Tokyo

    As a long week(plus) of travel comes to a close, it is often a time of reflection for me. Apart from counting down the number of nights remaining, planning the trek to the airport, and hoping I have enough clean clothes, I take a few moments to make sure that I write down my learnings.

    Depending on the trip, and its purpose, the definition of success can be different. As I rarely travel for Trade show attendance anymore, and this was split between a NPI and supporting an important partner at a big conference, my goals were varied.

    This week was a success. First, the introduction to Japan of the new product was outstanding. Lots of interest and traffic, a great start. Three long, tiring, days standing in the booth, coupled with a 75 minute slog via JR takes a toll on the body. My shoes are about dead, and my problematic feet were agonizing. Still, worth it.

    The weekend was fun, and a good balance between hectic and relaxing. Having a Japan virgin (colleague who hadn’t been to Japan before) made it interesting. Saw enough sites, and ate enough good food to be worth it.

    Observations:

    • Trains running late. This is new to me, but apparently it is now common. Last night, the Chuo rapid line was running almost 30 minutes late. (in the old days, only something like a bad accident, or a suicide would delay trains…)
    • Smoking seems to be down. There are signs on the street saying no smoking, not 100% adhered to, but clearly there is less smoking out and about. Most restaurants we went to were either no smoking, or they had segregated the smoking areas. This is hugely welcome.
    • Good public wifi everywhere. Yes, it is pay to play, but for about 7 bucks, you can get WiFi for 24 hours that covers most public places in Tokyo. There are even a couple of competing services. Convenient.(in 2008, my last trip here, many hotels didn’t even have WiFi, just wired connections)
    • Google Maps – while I didn’t have data roaming, so I was a bit blind, google maps makes it trivial to navigate by train/bus/walking. Next time, I will pay the man and turn on data roaming.
    • Apple iPhones are the big winner here. Looking on trains and stations, it is about 8-1 iPhones to android or other phones. Not even close. I am sure this is a biased sampling, but Apple seems to be kicking google’s (and Samsung’s) ass here.

    One more full day, and then off to the airport. Flying ANA direct into San Jose, a Dreamliner, not a bad way to fly.

    Update: a night of drinking and sushi has laid me low.  I didn’t think I could vomit so much for so long. No breakfast or lunch today, me thinks.

  • A Lazy Sunday in Tokyo (Shibuya)

    Since Saturday night was really late (for this old dog) Sunday started late. Spent the morning lounging, getting some work done, and diving into a really good H Beam Piper novel.

    About 1:30, my partner in crime and I headed out. His goals were:

    • Chiyoda Park – where this group of Japanese “Greasers” (as in the movie Grease) dance and perform.
    • See Hachiko – a statue tribute to a loyal dog
    • Buy some Japan only albums
    • And, if possible visit a Cat Cafe

    I wanted to eat good Soba.

    The weather was a bit dicey, heavy clouds, and threatening rain when we left, but it held off for the walk to Shinjuku station. After recharging my Suica card, we headed out to Harajuku station, where we first walked the grounds at the Meija Temple.

    The Meija temple grounds were reserved in 1920 by Emperor Meija, and the grounds are beautiful. Next to a busy shopping district, you can get lost in reflection, and forget about the hurley burley of the day.

    Some adjectives that explain this: peaceful, restive, relaxing, well you get the drift.

    One thing we noticed is that right off Harajuku station is a street that was absolutely packed to the gills with people. As the goal was to get to Chiyoda park, we snapped a few pictures, and went off. We believed that there was a reason for all these people, and it appears that there was/is a concert or show at Shibuya National Stadium. (Not really a stretch, you could easily hear the noise).

    After the stroll around the temple, we ventured into the neighboring park. Water fountains, rose gardens, street musicians, even some people practicing their martial arts were all seen.

    Gil was disappointed that the”Greasers” appeared to be not dancing.

    However, as we were walking out, trying to decide whether to go to see Hachi, the dancers started up. I will admit that I thought the idea of Japanese men in black jeans, leather jackets, and with coiffed, greased hair dancing was ridiculous, it was indeed an impressive sight. The troop is well rehearsed, and clearly they enjoy their craft.

    Apparently they are out every Sunday unless the weather is awful (it was borderline, as the showers were increasing to steady rain).

    After Chiyoda park we walked the main shopping street across from Harajuku station. We were outnumbered greatly. Westerners, yes, there were a few other, but apparently this is a district that caters to the whims of teenaged Japanese schoolgirls. We were outnumbered by at least 20-1. Naturally, none of the shops piqued our curiosity, but it was interesting to see the gamut from Pokemon to goth.

    The rain was getting quite serious so we ducked into a Starbucks for some caffeinated rejuvenation and respite from the steady rain that was falling.

    After that slight repast, we made our way back to the station and headed to Shibuya.

    Shibuya is a big shopping district, and this is evident the moment you walk out of the station. Since our goal was to see the statue dedicated to Hachiko, that was our first stop.

    HachikoThe story behind this statue is humbling. From Wikipedia:

    In 1924, Hidesaburō Ueno, a professor in the agriculture department at the University of Tokyo, took Hachikō, a golden brown Akita, as a pet. During his owner’s life, Hachikō greeted him at the end of each day at the nearby Shibuya Station. The pair continued their daily routine until May 1925, when Professor Ueno did not return. The professor had suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died, never returning to the train station where Hachikō was waiting. Each day for the next nine years, nine months and fifteen days, Hachikō awaited Ueno’s return, appearing precisely when the train was due at the station.

    Hachikō attracted the attention of other commuters. Many of the people who frequented the Shibuya train station had seen Hachikō and Professor Ueno together each day. Initial reactions from the people, especially from those working at the station, were not necessarily friendly. However, after the first appearance of the article about him on October 4, 1932 in Asahi Shimbun, people started to bring Hachikō treats and food to nourish him during his wait.

    I will openly admit that the tears flowed freely when I saw the statue. Interestingly, the Futurama episode that has a similar effect on me, “Jurassic Bark” is a tribute to this tale. (Some of my friends will understand the reference)

    From there, spying a Tower Records that had 8 floors of music, we figured we would kill two birds with one stone. My colleague could buy his Japan only CD, and we wouldn’t have to mill around Shinjuku.

    Fortunately, I escaped with only a single purchase. For being a larger store, I was unimpressed with there selection of what I was interested in. Of course there were some music concert DVD’s that were interesting but they are coded for the wrong region. So I saved a bunch of $$$

    As it was getting rather late, and breakfast was a long time earlier, we just ate in Shibuya. Yelp recommended the Ichiran Ramen shop.

    Interesting, as the restaurant is a set of stalls. You stand in line, and use a vending machine to make your selections (with or without egg, how firm the noodles, how much of their special spice, add green onions/garlic/seaweed/extra pork, beer or tea?) and then they tell you where to sit when a stall opens up. The stalls are interesting. Walled off, it is you, a water dispenser, with partitions on either side, and a small window for the food to be passed through.

    You never actually see who serves your food, you just eat, drink, and then leave. Very efficient, and very popular. We waited about 15 minutes after ordering before stalls opened up, but when we left, the line to get in was snaking out on to the main drag. Popular indeed!

    As the day was long, and the weather becoming shittier, we grabbed a train back to Shinjuku, and walked to the Hotel. A couple of drinks to decompress, and it was off to bed. The cat cafe would have to wait for another time.

    The end of a weekend well spent in Tokyo.

  • The Tokyo Files

    “With a purposeful grimace, and a terrible sound; He pulls the spitting high tension wires down…”

    Been a while since I wrote, but it is Saturday morning here in Tokyo, 23rd floor of the Hilton Tokyo, and I am reflecting on a week of work travel.

    I am here for a trade show (JASIS), and to train our Japanese distributors on our new product. A busy week, with a weekend to punctuate the insanity.

    First the show. It was remarkably good. The system behaved well, and the interest was high. Lots of people spent time talking to our reps about the product, and my partner in crime, Gil Min, did a fantastic job of keeping it all working well. But as with all trade shows, three days of standing on your feet definitely grates on you. Add to that the complete lack of padding under the thin carpet, and my dogs were barking.

    The show was in Makuhari, about an hour train ride from were we are at in Shinjuku, so add 2+ hours of commuting to the daily load. Then a quick dinner, and drop into bed exhausted.

    One thing that has changed in the 7 years since my last visit to the land of the rising sun, in the wake of the Fukushima reactor disaster, and the idling of all the nuclear power plants in Japan, the dress code became mroe casual. Instead of it being mandatory to wear a jacket and tie every day, you see a vast majority of men wearing short sleeved shirts.  Air conditioning in this steamy season is much less than it used to be, and there are allowances made in dress codes.

    Cool.

    Second – the food.  The first night, we connected with the local office manager and our new Business Development person (his first day on the job too) for dinner. A little yakitori, some tempura, some sashimi, and way too much alcohol.

    Another benefit seems to be that the overwhelming majority of people smoking in restaurants is waning. Most of the places I have been were non-smoking establishments.

    The second night we went to a Katsu house, and last night, being totally exhausted after the week, we just went to the hotel’s “pub” for pub food and drinks. That hit the spot.  My colleague wanted to go walk the club district, but I thought better of it, and sacked out at 11:00PM.

    Saturday is here, and I am preparing for my training on Monday, and catching up on my inbox.

    I fly back on Wednesday, looking forward to being home, but I know I will have chaos at the office when I return.

    C’est la vie.

  • Back to Japan

    Back to Japan

    Monday I head to Japan for work. First a conference where our new product is being highlighted, and then some sales training.

    It will be my first trip to Japan since 2008, the longest I have gone since the mid 1990s without visiting (for reference, I once traveled there 3 times in one month). Will be based in Tokyo, with a few days in Chiba prefecture, and then back to the office near Tokyo station.

    Since I don’t have a work sponsored cell phone, I will not have data access while there, so no goofing around. Sigh.

    Reflecting back, I have been to Japan at least 40 times, and been north, south, east and west. This trip I will have an applications engineer with me who has never been in country, so I will be the gracious host. We do have a weekend on our own, so will probably do the Imperial Palace, the Ginza district, visit a Buddhist temple, take a scenic train tour, or maybe just drink in a beer garden.

    I am looking forward to good Soba noodles, yakitori, maybe a ton katsu, and some sushi.

    Being the end of summer, the temperatures will be coming down, but it will still be South Florida humid. I will remember to bring my brollie.

    We are staying near Shinjuku station, a good transit hub, and I know that there is a good Ex-Pat bar nearby that serves a good draught Guinness. Yummy.

    I am flying ANA out of San Jose airport direct. My first time on a 787 Dreamliner. Should be cool

  • Bravo to my Neighbors at the Hotel

    The joys of travel. Hotel rooms, uncomfortable beds, pillows that are too much or too little support, ice machine runs that you hear, and doors slamming in the halls.

    However, Hotels are often the site of passionate lovemaking. I am used to hearing the hookers in Asian hotels with their clients. But those are strictly business deals. Bang, and they are done/gone.

    Last night though, my neighbors were at it for over 3 hours. Stamina that I wish I ever had. And she was a screamer.

    Starting at about 9:00 PM, the familiar rhythmic bed creaking, followed my grunting, and moaning, culminating in a fevered pitch, and screaming.

    4 more times until 1:00 AM.

    Bravo. Thank you for reminding me why I hate traveling and hotels, even supposedly nice ones.

  • Riding the Train

    Riding the Train

    I have long enjoyed riding the train. There is something soothing about the sound of the wheels on the track. The stops, people getting on and off. What is their purpose for traveling? Why did they choose the train?

    My first experience with Caltrain was when I was fairly young, probably 8 or 9. I had a step brother who lived in San Francisco, and I would visit occasionally on the weekend, so my mother would drop me off at the Sunnyvale station, and I would ride the train to San Francisco.

    (Yes, this may seem odd today, but I assure you that it wasn’t weird, and didn’t seem dangerous at all in the early 1970’s.)

    Exciting.

    My next major experience was when I started traveling internationally. If you go to Japan, you pretty much live and die by the train schedule and map. You very quickly learn to navigate, and figure out the timing to get to your destination.

    Ah, Shinjuku station, the busiest train station in the world, at rush hour. It is a sea of people you find yourself swimming with.

    Europe also has outstanding train service, giving you options to get from city to city in comfort, at a fair price.

    The reason for this reminiscence? Wednesday, I took a sojourn to a tradeshow in San Francisco. Naturally, I took the train. Got on early, so I got a good seat, and watched the whole trip. You see plenty of things if you are observant.

    Lots of graffiti. Every vertical surface along the track is coated in colorful graffiti of various artistic quality.

    Sad: Homeless encampments. Never saw this before, but an inevitable sign of the times.

    Fun: Kids heading to school. From south San Jose, there were a few kids headed to Bellarmine, and on the way home, plenty from a girls Catholic school in Menlo Park.

    Nasty: There always seems to be a person with bad body odor.

    The pace of travel is sedate, and you can’t control the speed, so you succumb to the mode of transport, and enjoy. I do like train travel.

  • Deja Vu – almost double posted – Airplane Carry On

    My recent trip to Boston reminded me of the cattle car experience that is domestic travel (the last bastion, international travel is quickly degrading into this experience as well).

    I already posted on the delight of an asshat trying to take my under seat space with his friction’ laptop jammed in there, and my followup was going to be the amazement of abuse the overhead bins that is the Carry On baggage game. But I see that I already posted this.

    Sigh.

    But I do have something to add.  Something that really gets me riled up is the people who fill the overheads with their carry on baggage close to the front, then head back to their seats in the rear of the airplane. Not that I usually carry on, but since I don’t carry a roller onboard, I do like to put my briefcase up, and keep the under-seat space in front of me, so my legs don’t get cramped.

     

  • To the Jackass in front of me

    To the Jackass in front of me

    Yesterday, I had the pleasure of flying back from Boston at an ungodly hour. Worse yet, it was on an airline that I have zilch status on. So, I was stuck in a middle seat in Steerage class.

    Just looking to stretch my legs as much as possible and catch a few winks on the 6+ hour flight, I was appalled to find that the inconsiderate asshole in the seat in front of me, felt compelled to cram his laptop under the seat (and hence, into MY legroom.

    At first I gently pushed it back into his space. And then he slammed it back.

    So, I made sure to get my feet all over it. Next time, I think I will take the gift in my space. I would have this time, except it was a POS HP Craptop. Who the hell wants one of those…

  • Fleabag hotels and internet

    In this day and age, pretty much every hotel has free wifi. Woo hoo. However, there is a nasty nasty trend. Shitty free wireless that sucks just enough to make you want to pay for the faster service.

    Yes, the standard wifi is free, but it is so often bandwidth capped, and metered, so that surfing the web is painful. There are long resets and time outs, that will drive you bonkers.

    And your corporate VPN? fuggedaboutit. It will fail. Either it will never handshake, or it will stall and you will never get your email.

    Of course for a few bucks ($5 – $15) you can upgrade to the pro class of internet.

    Sigh. We are camped out at Extended Stay America, and yes indeedy, they have this same ploy.