In the entire Greater Tokyo Metropolitan Area, with its' 35 million inhabitants, there are four trashcans.
Really now.
The Tokyoites do have a penchant for buying and consuming food and goods on the run, the popular bentō lunchboxes being an example. Despite this, there's nowhere to put your bentō once it's empty, or your candy wrapper, your used tissues, your bloodied knife, and so on. At least not anywhere near a subway station, which incidentally is everywhere in Tokyo.
What's even more fucked up is that, in spite of this ridiculous lack of garbage receptacles, there's no littering. Nothing. The odd cigarette butt, maybe, but most foreigners agree that Tokyo is a surprisingly clean city.
So combining these two facts we come to the conclusion that the Japanese are meant to – and actually do – take their trash with them, until they happen upon one of the four trashcans that do exist, or find a suitable river or something.
I for one think this is bullshit. So, there.
Today I went to Edo-Tokyo Museum with José and Eric. It was really nice, with lots of details about the rise and fall of the Tokugawa Shogunate (in English!) and many very neat models. Also, an annoyingly small section about the Tokyo bombings of World War II. If I remember correctly, they had more on that at the Yushukan War Museum… Well, I'm going there anyway one of these days.
Also, I've just started on the second season of Californication. Fantastic.
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