the tall blond guy goes to japan

A Missed Breakfast, A Better Pear Juice

Grand Central Station

My first sign of jetlag (which I don't get): I slept through breakfast this morning. As a result, I wasn't able to get any pictures for you. Sorry. But not having any food prompted me to hit the streets in search of a machine that would provide for my needs.

Three Vending Machines

You see, Tokyo is full of vending machines. They're everywhere, and they will sell you anything. From cigarettes to juice to a repulsive-sounding drink called "Pocari Sweat" to soiled schoolgirls' underwear (or so I hear), these machines will cater to any tastes. Me, I wanted breakfast.

The second machine I came upon got my money. Why? I like pears, and over here, Tropicana makes pear juice! Yum yum!

A can of Tropicana Pear juice

It was sooooo yummy! But tomorrow, a real breakfast is in order (and pictures!).