The next morning bright and early (Saturday), I left Kevin's place at around 5:30am and got to the Tsukiji Station to meet McPho. The plan for the day was to experience the famous Tokyo Fish market, have some extremely fresh sushi there and then head West to Hiroshima. At 5:30am on a weekend I didn't think there would be so many people out in the streets. Because the subways are closed between midnight and 5am, party-goers must stay out all night if they choose to party (or pay an expensive cab fare). Walking out the door (Rippongi is party central), I was greeted with crowded streets, people walking in large groups, tired but energetic at the same time from the night's activities. Restaurants were already packed with people finishing their meals after a night of partying. While waiting the station for McPho, I had plenty of time to observe the party-goers either getting off the train or waiting for the trains. I wonder if any drunk individual have ever fallen into the tracks.

The fish market felt like one large choreographed dance. People were running back and forth everywhere with their turret trucks or handcarts. Try recalling those Visa / Mastercard commercials where everything is one huge dance until someone tries to pay with cash or a check. That's what it felt like, except those buffoons mucking everything up were the tourists like me. Watching a few individuals cut up and gut fish, I was impressed by their efficiency. They must all be black belts in Six Sigma. Not a single movement was wasted. Some of them made pretty sweeping elaborate movements while yelling out Japanese phrases. Not sure if they do it all the time since they view their job as art, or if they did it because the tourists were there. I've heard from my relatives that my father worked in a fish market when he first arrived in the states. I wonder if the Fulton Fish Market was just as impressive.

When McPho and I had our fill wandering through the fish market, getting in peoples way and stalling their business, we went to the edge of the market where the restaurants were located under a green awning. There we queued up to get some extremely fresh sushi. Ever have sushi for breakfast? At 7:30am? To be honest, it was okay, maybe I just don't appreciate sushi as much as I should. I'm sure for the connosieurs out there, they'll love the freshness of the fish. I on the other hand was looking for a plain old unagi bowl.