As noted in my last entry, the pitstop at the craft brewery had put some pep in step so decided to check out one last place before ending my Shibuya interlude. Fortunately, it was only a few blocks away.

Parco Shibuya was a recently opened upscale mall which featured different types of store (fashion, outdoors and even anime/gaming. It was essentially the heart of the Shibuya fashion scene with all of the major players having some sort of presence there. Of more interest to me was the 9th floor roof deck, especially since the sun was setting.

The roof deck was full of young Japanese, hanging out along the surrounding benches and stationed at various points to watch the sunset. I did the same as the sky turned a golden hue.

On the way down, I stopped on the 7th floor, which featured gaming characters and the ever-present Nintendo, which was the busiest by far. Since it was now near dark, the lights of Shibuya were set aglow.

I wanted to walk around a bit more but a combination of factors cut that short. First, the toll of slugging around my backpack made my shoulders feel like they were on fire. The other thing was I noticed that the buses to the airport got a lot more scarce as it got later. I didn’t really want to take any chances considering my previous logistical nightmares. So, after yet again having various map apps steer me wrong and a very kind expat help me secure a ticket, I was off to the airport.

After I cleared security for the third time, I decided to kill some time at the Duty Free shop. Normally, I just window shop but when I saw my ATF Japanese whiskey on sale for a really good price, I pulled the trigger. I saw as a reward to myself for a jolly good vacation.

By the time I got back to the lounge, it was bursting at the seams. I was able to snag one of the last seats, and ordered from the Noodle Bar a bowl of ramen, which turned out to be way better than expected. I have to admit by this point was I pretty loopy (hence no pic of the ramen)

Finally, it was time to board and unlike my relatively Spartan seat, this one was pretty swanky. Called “The Room” it had a very large seat and even its own panels that could be closed like a door. I forgot to take a photo (again, loopy) so please enjoy this one I found from a random travel blog.

I could actually fit all the way in this one when in flat bed mode. That plus my general exhaustion allowed to sleep through most of the 10 hour flight. Next thing I knew, I was back in the States and thanks to Global Entry, made through customs in mere seconds. My trip was over and lived on only in my memories. Oh yeah, and this blog. Thanks for reading. Until next time to ???