Running late

Got back to the hotel late – but fortunately my friend and her husband were running late. We met up with Karolina and her husband at the Shibuya crossing, where about 3000 people cross every time the lights change – quite a spectacle, but not a great place to meet someone! (this is possibly the worst picture you'll see of it, my camera is rubbish in low light) We went for dinner in a tiny restaurant not far away. Funny place, tiny, messy and very smoky from the open grills, but great food and a very pleasant evening. Karolina was my relocation agent and helped me find all my furniture (ensured there were no fashion no no’s – except the purple curtains it turns out), my flat, set up my bank account and sorted all sorts of stuff that would have been a complete nightmare otherwise.
Cheers mate ;-)