For all the exploring I did, I think it’s a little funny that I didn’t set foot in the museum. I was pretty tired, so I rested a few minutes, sent off a few texts, and decided that I spent enough time ignoring the mess in my apartment.
So, I rode the elevator down to the basement to catch the first of two trains home. But first I needed to top off my energy, so I partook of an apple smoothie from a small shop at the train station. It was meh.
While exploring the building, I must have looked quite silly, if no a little crazy.
At the same time, I was spamming pictures to my friend in New York. In Japan, all cameras are required to make a shutter sound, so imagine an endless string of katcha sounds.
Luckly, most people opted to take the elevator up, so I wasn’t bothering too many people. The security guard was more amused by my stares of awe than anything else.
This made it so I could document each floor in peace, which I took full advantage of.
While looking for something to do in the Sakae area, I stumbled upon the underground entrance to the Aichi Arts Center. This building houses the Aichi Prefecture Museum of Art, a theature, and several other arts related facilities.
The building is quite stunning, so I decided to take the escalators up all 11 floors as to see everything. On the way down, I took the glass elevator, snapping pics all the while, much to the amusement of the two grannies forced to share a car with me.
To continue my story from last week, after we mapped out our spot by the waterfront, we took a bus to the restaurant for lunch. It’s a pretty new place but it’s already super popular.
At the restaurant we grilled ourselves some barbecue. I had the pork and vegetables, while everyone else fought over the beef.
After that we tried a short boad ride around the sound. I’m normally terrified of ships and large bodies of water, but I really didn’t want to be that one guy, especially since everyone was so excited to go. Besides I figured I would get my revenge at karaoke later that day.
What should have been a ten minute walk turned into a half an hour of google maps telling me to try and walk through buildings.
Every time I thought I was finally going the right way, my phone would ping-pong and tell me to go in a different direction.
As I often tell my mom, my sense of adventure is strong but my sense of direction is not.