The Old Ball Game

Dearest Rachel –  The flow through Tokyo Station is like a human ten-lane expressway, with everybody changing lanes at all times.  It’s fascinating to contemplate, but when you’re down there, who has time for that?  You’re rushing to and fro with all of the other lemmings, trying to make your train. Pausing in the middleContinue reading “The Old Ball Game”

End of the Line

Dearest Rachel – So Sunday saw us off the ship, and on our way into town.  Our journey had finally come to an end… sort of. We still had given ourselves a day to knock about the city – and with the ball game I had made a particular point of arranging to see beingContinue reading “End of the Line”