In the remaining days we dedicate entirely to some healthy and tiring shopping around Akihabara, Shinjuku, Harajuku and so on.
Obviously we don't miss our usual evening at the karaoke, something we can't do without!
These are quiet days, during which the tensions loosen; in the end my luggage reaches me, which gives me some trouble for the weight allowance I have for the return flight, since in the previous days I had to buy something to survive and to change clothes...
I haven't much to add, but I will tell you something about the famous magic traffic light, the one where we used to meet at night, at about 2am for a cup of hot ramen, teased by the slow rhythm of the few cars passing by, that suddenly became even pleasing, sitting at a mobile booth.
The old teethless and happy man running it looked like he just came out from Ashita no Joe.
He immediately liked us, and while Rob chatted a little with him (hearing that he looked like Ma-su-to-ryan-ni san) I looked amused the Naruto (or Naruto san) he sliced fast.
He was sure I liked them much so he always filled my cup!
This old man was so tender drawing his booth in his 70s to the crossing and running it from 10pm to 4am as a job.
Who knows, maybe to raise money for his ill wife (yes, we had a lot of fantasies about him ^_^).
The last night he wasn't there, he wasn't feeling very well, so we left his son a bottle of red wine we had brought from Italy.
Who knows if he liked it...