Sailing the Seas of Cheese

As we speak I am writing my first post while I'm here in Tokyo, finally. I have managed to find an open wi-fi connection so yay for me. So here I am sitting on my bed and hoping that I'm not leaching off my sharemate.

It's a rainy day so not a good start to proceedings. I got my way to Shinjuku from Narita pretty easily but I had a bit off trouble finding the east exit of Shinjuku train station to meet up with Aki, the real estate rep. Of course I walked the wrong way. How hard can it be to find a Starbucks?

We caught the train and to tell you the truth it's a bit of a way to get to Keikyu Tomioka where I am living. There was still a peak hour crowd at 9pm! The train changes were not that easy. I hope I can do it myself.

The apartment itself is very basic, not much of a place but at least it's clean. One of my flatmates is Derek, a Chinese/Korean/New Yorker. He is an over-confident guy who is looking to move to Shibuya in Tokyo away from the "sticks", meaning here. The other is an australian, Jesse but I haven't met him yet.

The title refers to the fun trip the "chunk" of Pecorino cheese had to Japan that my father thought would be good to bring over here. I haven't eaten yet so that cheese is looking mighty fine. I have to go to do some food shopping tomorrow once my luggage arrives.