J-emine's reflexionando

I can’t remember the location nor name of the hole-in-the-wall yakitori place was called but I do fondly remember sitting at the counter, shoulder to shoulder eating sticks after sticks of grilled vegetables (telling him the bittergourd was nasty) and sipping our mug of beer.

The winds rustled, light thunder and rain was pouring heavily. Shops were closing, humans scurried about the streets and for many, praying the Tokyo metro (services are usually curb during typhoon) will get them home before the looming typhoon beckons.

What did we do? Nary a care to the oncoming typhoon, we made plans for dessert. Oh, how I enjoyed our spontaneity and flow of conversation that night.

That was my first night in Tokyo. It was quite exhilarating when I almost missed the metro going back to Shinjinku, witnessing the slight commotion at the station and thereafter, the run back to the hotel from the metro station amidst the strong, howling winds and heavy rain. I shudder to recall how I made my way back to the hotel that night, thank god I had a good pair of flats on – and I reckon all the running sessions that I do was put to good use that night.

The other night L sent across a pic and asked whether I knew where he was at, of course I did and can’t wait to make my way back there in 2013.