On my first Friday night out in Tokyo, I went to a goth club in Shibuya.

Fighting off exhaustion after 17 hours flying and in airports, and another 2 hours on the train to get to Shinjuku from Narita, I nearly passed out at the hotel, but managed to stay awake long enough to call Conrad, get her to persuade me to come out with her for a bite to eat, and then stagger out on the town with herself and Messrs. Wadman and Gorman; delightful companions one and all.

We navigated the underground walkway adjoining the Keio Plaza to Shinjuku, then went 3 stops south to Shibuya, where we crossed the famous intersection.

Gorman walked us around to see the sights, then took us to the Christon Cafe for some extreme Goth fun. The decor was pretty amazing – a spooky gothic cathedral complete with stained glass window, massive chandeliers and stone walls – all in a basement two floors below street level in Shibuya. As is now officially tradition for Heather & I, we ate steak together, I had a Sapporo, and then I hit the wall. The gentlemen kindly picked up the bill (I owe you, Wadman) and we departed to go see the statue of Hachiko, the cutest and most loyal puppy in the whole world, and deal with my little internet problem.

Then, we went back outside, and enjoyed some free musical entertainment. Here, you can enjoy it too…