in Tokyo. Not fishing today, I took advantage of the excellent weather to go on a walkabout, heading north from my neighbourhood rather circuitously and seeing where I would end up.
I imagine no amount of heaving on the capstan nor starting the poor hands with the bosun’s “persuaders”, could make this eccentric vessel float – but it would be an hilarious place to live in. The ‘sea’ around was full of carp, so there would always be fishing over the side with hand-lines, to pass away the hours whilst not on watch.
Breakfast was comprised of a brace of raw silkie eggs – recently purchased at Yozawa – broken onto rice. All it wanted was natto, to make it fully delicious/repellent (delete where necessary). I hope the next time I visit Yozawa these eggs are on sale as they are delicious and very rich in flavour; in the classic Japanese style, they are simply left out on a bench with a little unsecured piggy-bank for you to pay the money for your purchases into. I wonder how long such a stall would last in London.
I bent my steps north and ended up at the root of the highly incongruous, highly metallic Tokyo Sky Tree in Oshiage. Despite not being completed it has become something of a tourist sight, and being Sunday the streets were full of countrymen, gaping about themselves like moonstruck cowherds and taking the width of the pavement. Fortunately the shop of a traditional bamboo rodmaker I know is in the vicinity and I escaped the throngs of bumpkins clogging the way to say hello and pick up some tied hooks for mabuna fishing.