Gotta start the day off right with some pizza flavoured chips I got suckered in to buying the night before. They were…….not tasty at all.

Mum Yee doesn’t like it when I eat crap for breakfast so she insisted I eat something a little more substantial than something out of a packet, so sausages on toast it had to be. Bread in Japan is thick and so soft. Wash it all down with a cup of genmaicha and some Chinese medicine to help with my heart burn (woes of too much food).

Today is an exciting day! It’s time to head off to the Fujiko F Fujio Museum AKA the Doraemon Museum!!!!!!!!! Not enough exclamation points involved. We ended up catching an express train and arrived at Noborito Station more than an hour before we needed to be at the museum. Just as well, because the bus to the museum is a little on the small side, so the fewer the people in line, the better.

So, the museum was exciting and fun and not too packed with people. They had audio tours, original artwork, holographic cartoons, a short movie, and statues to take photos with. I was running around taking photos like a maniac. Finally, it was time for the museum cafe! The anticipation…oh, we need to get a ticket….and wait….two hours…..oh…..That’s cool, we were all willing and happy to wait.

There was a glorious humidifier in the waiting area by the iPads where you view the menus and OMG, it was heaven on the sinuses. The air in Japan is intensely dry; I felt on the verge of a nose bleed a few times. We tried to soak up as much of the moist air as we could.

We were finally let in……………..!!!!!

We were off to meet some friends later in the evening, so we ditched Mum Yee and went in search for food. Isetan Food Hall it was! The key is to walk around in circles through all the available options until you happen across something that tickles your fancy. Chen settled on some tuna (he’d fallen in love with toro since trying it at Sushizanmai on Day 1). I chose a chirashi-don – one of my favourite things to eat.

There’s a serious lack of seating available at these places and we didn’t exactly choose easy to eat dishes, so we hid in a semi-corner and devoured our goodies.

Time to hit up the Capcom Bar. You’ll need to book in advance. We rocked up and were told that the next available booking was in an hour; we waited. We actually stood outside of the place for about a half hour because we ran out of things to do, and my feet hurt.

When we finally got in…there was a jam-packed two tables inside (our group included in the count).

I had the non-alcoholic Nero. It was crazy sweet…as in…heart attack inducing sweetness. I had to dilute it with almost an entire glass of water. After that, I quite enjoyed it.

The food was mediocre at best, and there were a measly three games in the bar, two of which couldn’t be accessed if the place actually had more occupants. Unless you’re utterly obsessed with anything Capcom and/or have absolutely nothing else to do with your time, you should probably give this a miss.

Since one alcoholic drink was more than enough for the night, we ditched the joint and wandered the streets for something exciting to do. Oh look, the others found some “fish therapy” and decided to go in. So, the gist of it is you place your freshly washed feet into a tub of fish for 15 minutes at a cost of ¥1,050. They handed us towels and we went off to wash our feet. These bathrooms were utterly huge. They had toilets, showers, vanity areas for makeup, a hair drying area, massage chair area, and a weight loss machine section. I hate going to places where I’m obviously in search of a specific area and it’s just…ugh…I can’t. Finally, I find the showers and it’s hot, damp, smells of mildew and tiny in the cubicle. Fine, whatever, just wash my feet and get out. /rant

Back to business, we put our feet in the water and holy crap, these things tickle, especially when they get between your toes. There were two sides and four of us and we play a little musical chairs to get through the fifteen minutes – giving each person a go of their own fish section.

And because, we are old and senile – it’s about 10pm, so we decide to head back for some sleeps. Yep, that’s day three.