I can't get enough of the rush that comes with travel. From Napa, I hopped on a not-so-quick flight to Honolulu, and after an unforgettable night in Waikiki, I was off again, this time bound for Tokyo.
Arriving at my hotel around 10 PM, I was determined to beat jetlag (no such luck), so I went for a stroll through Shinjuku. Little did I know that this impromptu decision would lead me to Omoide Yokocho, a captivating bar district exuding an old-world charm. The nostalgic atmosphere here is rooted in the open-air markets that emerged after World War II.
Despite the late hour, I was amazed that many locals were beginning their night out, mainly salarymen unwinding after a long work week. It was fascinating to witness their version of a Friday night celebration, and I was savoring the authentic rhythm of local Japanese life.
Taking a seat at a traditional yakitori restaurant, I muddled through my basic Japanese and savored a Sapporo beer. It was only later that I discovered that this not-so-hidden gem of an alley is also fondly known as Drunkard's Alley.
Coming from the wine country of Napa Valley, the irony of finding myself in a place like this on my first night in Tokyo was not lost on me. It was an unexpected, exciting start to my adventure in this incredible city.
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