Our last half day in Matsumoto started with an awkward morning intrusion by the Airbnb property manager calling out “good morning” as she walked through the house, only to ask us what time we were checking out, followed by an even more awkward request for a group photo taken with her camera. When we asked for a similar photo with our camera her attempt was so half-assed and blurry it was hilarious! Delete!
Once checked out we hunkered ourselves down at High Five Coffee Stand for our morning fix of caffeine, WiFi and Big Lebowski references?!
With no real plans in place, besides a visit back to Chef Makoto at The Source Diner for lunch, we strolled through the former well preserved merchant district of Nakamachi with its white painted buildings.
11:30am and it was time for a hearty dish of beef over rice. More stories, more laughs and as we had exchanged Instagram accounts the night before, even a compliment from Chef Makoto about Sarah’s yoga abilities!
This guy right here! Thanks for making our visit to Matsumoto so memorable and unique.
All aboard the limited express Azusa train bound for Tokyo. Our Japan rail passes were well worth the cost for the amount of travel we have done on the JR train network.
Goodbye to the quaint calmness of rural Japan and hello to the overwhelming crowds of 13 million people in Tokyo, as we caught the local subway from Shinjuku to Shibuya: the district of our Airbnb apartment for the next 2 nights.
Once settled in to our apartment, Andrew made it clear he was pursuing his one and only request from the trip: have a barbershop experience in Japan. It was now or never! Having previously narrowed his search down to a few barbershops, a quick exchange of text messages had us (well specifically the boys) speed walking to the nearby district of Harajuku to Wolfman Barbershop.
After a few moments of uncertain, potentially lost in translation waiting, the owner of Wolfman arrived back at the shop and so began Andrew’s Japan barbershop experience.
The girls eventually caught up, found a great spot across the street to share a few beers and people watch at Deus Ex Machina, and patiently wait for Andrew and his 1.5 hour over the top grooming extravaganza. At one point I checked in on him having a full on head and facial massage!
A few pictures together, exchange of Instagram accounts and barbershop stickers, and Andrew settled his heavily discounted services (that barber connection you know). Now let’s go eat!
Remember that ramen competition?! Andrew and Sarah the judges. Viola’s choice was back in Osaka. Well this was my beyond words flavorful, and equally artery clogging submission: a small ramen restaurant in Harajuku. Double the pork belly please!
With our stomachs full of noodles, we made our way through the streets of Harajuku, picked up soft serve ice cream and ended our evening paying tribute to Hachiko: a true symbol of loyalty in Japan.