and I discover that I can neither exchange my money
or access my money at the ATM.
This might be the island of
Japanese and Korean friendship,
but that stops at currency.
I wandered all over town and a saw many wonderful things,
but there was no money.
KB would have none of it.
Then I was struck with an idea.
Harry has access to the US accounts.
He is awake and sends me his card info.
The man at the hotel
-where the customs agent made me a reservation-
helped me create a Japanese travel account
so that I could book the hotel online - with breakfast!!!!
So now I know I will not die,
just only eat once ever 24 hours.
I celebrate by going for a walk,
For a while I considered stealing oranges,
but they were not ripe and I've made that mistake before...
There is nothing to eat in their gardens.
I stand and dream in front of restaurants.
But the beauty feeds me in it's own way.
Eventually I realize it's time to give in, let go and recline.
Dizzy and exhausted I go home to sleep until breakfast.
It has been over 14 hours since I have eaten.
The only thing between me and blacking out was lint covered mints.
Tomorrow would be another day and I have a good book...