Our first expedition into the Tokyo tube system was a comedy of errors. We couldn't decipher the map or read the non-English labels, we got on the wrong lines and I spent most of the time paying for our mistakes by lugging Ingrid's stroller up and down flights of stairs. But it's amazing how something so complicated can become so much clearer through repetition. We became semi-pros by the end, hopping from line to line to get to our destination, bobbing and weaving through the throngs of people and most importantly getting the hang of where the elevators/escalators were located at each station. By the end we were regular Tokyoites....well, as much as a 6'6" white guy, a 7-month pregnant gal and a blond haired blue eyed 2 year old can be!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Tokyo Metro
Our first expedition into the Tokyo tube system was a comedy of errors. We couldn't decipher the map or read the non-English labels, we got on the wrong lines and I spent most of the time paying for our mistakes by lugging Ingrid's stroller up and down flights of stairs. But it's amazing how something so complicated can become so much clearer through repetition. We became semi-pros by the end, hopping from line to line to get to our destination, bobbing and weaving through the throngs of people and most importantly getting the hang of where the elevators/escalators were located at each station. By the end we were regular Tokyoites....well, as much as a 6'6" white guy, a 7-month pregnant gal and a blond haired blue eyed 2 year old can be!
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