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'Mushroom Face Sandwich'. - Google Translate Lunch Menu. Tokyo

Geek central, Akihabara is Tokyo’s biggest hub of all things Japanese. Condensed into a 6-block radius - electronics, arcades, claw machines, stores selling weird items, maid cafes and neon. The neon is busy and bright and quite a spectacle.

The maids are out in force targeting the guys. Their menus offer a set price for all you can drink in a said time scale, as well as offering ear-waxing and relaxation.

The young girls are freezing, look really miserable and you have to ask is it really worth it? And the guys, paying to sit in a maid bar? Japan’s society is suffering with a lack of relationships and this seriously can’t be helping.


Jonny Monsoon struck once again …

As the rain lashed down on Tokyo we embraced the grey skies and umbrella-snapping winds and went to see the infamous Shibuya Crossing. The only place where 7 crossroads come together and the lights all turn red simultaneously and thousands of pedestrians all cross at the same time. Perhaps not quite the busiest time of day and not quite the spectacle that I’m sure it can be, we did manage to locate a tourist free empty cafe overlooking the crossing - quite an achievement in itself.

We were however, fascinated by the static crowd of photographers with tripods all taking the same image from the same standpoint, the amount of selfies, vloggers and even tripod selfies.

Shibuya selfie - this is taking vanity to a whole new level.

I was happy to take advantage of the rain, umbrellas and people on such a dull wet day. I was pleased to find the subway glass entrances had signs of graffiti on them, something you don’t see here very often.

Almost home time…

A bit of Christmas shopping to round off the day, Tokyo style.

'IMD failed to predict that the monsoon would be this strong this year.' - India News

The monsoon had apparently been quite tame this year UNTIL we decided to pitch up! Varanasi was showery for the first couple of days, then literally underwater after a 48 hour deluge. The lovely area of Shiwala and beyond by this morning was waist height in dirty flood water cascading through the town and this was the morning we had to get to the airport. Luckily a group of locals came to our rescue with a rickshaw and shear manpower - they literally pushed and dragged us and our luggage through the gushing waters which got deeper and deeper with each lane we were pushed through. We must have looked a sight, the locals thought it was hilarious. I wish I could have videoed it but I was hanging on for dear life- juggling luggage, shoes and umbrella (where did that emerge from?) whilst John prevented me from slipping into the water.

Having just seen the news, it appears the rain we encountered in Varanasi was just the beginning of extreme flooding, throughout Utar Pradesh. The monsoon was in full force.

All I had was my phone to capture some of the atmosphere as we made our journey to the airport. The roads was so flooded, the taxi driver decided it was safer to drive the wrong way up a duel carriageway into the oncoming traffic. He beeped his horn continuously just to be on the safe side. It was then the sharp left turn across the traffic that was slightly more alarming. We couldn’t open the taxi windows in case the water came in. But we made it, the driver was brilliant- I hope his car has dried out.