No Ends

So yesterday I went to no ends (19.58km no ends) to Tokyo Station in order to buy some special chocolate for Bob, because he requested it (yeah, one guy buying another guy heart chocolates, how sexy!)
I was looking for a place to park my bike and asked the police officer in the police box if there were any legal parking areas nearby (the area directly behind the box was full of people’s bikes, parked illegally). He searched for me but in the end concluded there was nothing nearby. So I apologized and told him I would park my bike with all the other bikes piled up behind his box. His response? “Oh well, what can you do, I guess…” I laughed.

I found the Pierre Marcolini chocolate shop; INSIDE the turnstile.
So I go through the turnstiles and get three boxes of chocolates for my sweetheart “Bob the Clown”, because he is an exacting sumbiotch. And I hope he enjoys them!

  
On the way out, I couldn’t leave the station so had to go to the station guy with my pass I card. I told him, “I just went in to buy some chocolates for my friend… And he let me out of the station. Nice guy! (Maybe he has a soft spot for Pierre Marcolini chocolates…)
Then as I am looking for some food I spot a steak bento at a meat shop under the station.
Holy crap! It’s the most expensive obento I have ever seen! But I bet the meat is good.

I walk a little bit further and find “Bubby’s” which will sell you pies, pull your pork (or something like that), and the hamburger I decided to eat (I’ve been bullied often enough by my Sis, Paula, to know better than to eat at McDonalds unless I want to face her Irish wrath).

Following that I crossed the corridor, went into Starbucks for a cafe misto and whipped cream and spent a couple of hours working on a presentation that I have the honour to give to my Canuck buddy Rob’s students in December.
Once completed to my somewhat satisfaction I found my bike (parked behind the police box at Exit22), and enjoyed a very pleasant ride home.
All in all it was a lovely day yesterday.
I just dropped H off at the bus to Haneda as she is going to visit old friends down in Kyushu for a couple of days (we ate at McDonalds and now I’m afraid I will have to face the “wrath of the Irish”).
Tomorrow I leave for a week R&R in Asheville to deliver love and chocolate hearts to Bob the Clown, and take in his daughter’s wedding while delivering an okimono hand crafted by Max for the newlyweds.

The weather looks delightful and I am pretty sure I can get in a bit of geocaching in the area as well, unless Bob kicks up too much of a fuss.
I love you!