Train!Fail
Jan. 1st, 2010 04:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blodeueddClearly, I should not be allowed to take trains on my own after having been out all night.
Last Saturday, I went out for all-night karaoke with Hannah and Eda. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but by the time Eda and I got on the Chuo at Tokyo Station, I was crumbling with exhaustion, I was cold, and my feet hurt. It was only just after 5, and since I couldn't remember at what time the buses from Kichijouji started, and didn't want to shell out for a taxi from the station, I pondered my options.
"Would it be really pathetic if I just rode the train all the way to Takao and then back?" I asked Eda. "At least then it would be late enough that I know the buses would be running." Eda laughed at me.
[Those of you unfamiliar with Tokyo's Chuo-Sobu line can use this handy map, the relevant portion being the orange line running east-west in the centre-left of the map, specifically between Shinjuku and Hachiouji.]
We chatted a bit, then fell asleep. Well, I did at any rate. Eda shook me awake to say bye when she got off a few stops before my station, but I went right back to sleep, having decided to ride the train for a while more. I awoke at Hachiouji, figured it was a good place to change directions, then got on an east-bound Special Express, a.k.a. The Train That Does Not Stop At Kichijouji, but that was okay, I'd just change at Mitaka! Woke up just as we pulled into Mitaka, crossed the platform and hopped onto a regular train, sat down, and was asleep within seconds.
I woke up in Ogikubo.
As a peace offering, Tokyo offered me a beautiful golden morning with a clear view of Mt. Fuji between the buildings as I rode back west. I finally reached my station at around 7:15, and learned from the schedule posted at the bus stop that there are numerous buses between 6 and 7, even on Sundays. I'm pretty sure some have been added recently, but oh, well. Now I know.
This morning, after a night out to celebrate the dawn of 2010, I stood, undecided, on the Sobu platform at Akihabara. Should I wait for a Mitaka-bound train? No, I finally decided, I'd take the next train, which was only going to Nakano, and hop onto a Chuo once there. I had a nice nap, woke up blearily as we pulled into Nakano, then stumbled through the station to another platform and ran onto a yellow-striped [i.e. Sobu] train. I sank onto a seat just as the doors were closing, then chanced to glance up at the scrolling sign above the doors.
Next stop, Higashi-Nakano! *facepalm*
At least at Higashi-Nakano I couldn't make the same mistake, as there's but a single platform.
The sky was once again wonderfully clear, and this time I had my camera with me.
Last Saturday, I went out for all-night karaoke with Hannah and Eda. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but by the time Eda and I got on the Chuo at Tokyo Station, I was crumbling with exhaustion, I was cold, and my feet hurt. It was only just after 5, and since I couldn't remember at what time the buses from Kichijouji started, and didn't want to shell out for a taxi from the station, I pondered my options.
"Would it be really pathetic if I just rode the train all the way to Takao and then back?" I asked Eda. "At least then it would be late enough that I know the buses would be running." Eda laughed at me.
[Those of you unfamiliar with Tokyo's Chuo-Sobu line can use this handy map, the relevant portion being the orange line running east-west in the centre-left of the map, specifically between Shinjuku and Hachiouji.]
We chatted a bit, then fell asleep. Well, I did at any rate. Eda shook me awake to say bye when she got off a few stops before my station, but I went right back to sleep, having decided to ride the train for a while more. I awoke at Hachiouji, figured it was a good place to change directions, then got on an east-bound Special Express, a.k.a. The Train That Does Not Stop At Kichijouji, but that was okay, I'd just change at Mitaka! Woke up just as we pulled into Mitaka, crossed the platform and hopped onto a regular train, sat down, and was asleep within seconds.
I woke up in Ogikubo.
As a peace offering, Tokyo offered me a beautiful golden morning with a clear view of Mt. Fuji between the buildings as I rode back west. I finally reached my station at around 7:15, and learned from the schedule posted at the bus stop that there are numerous buses between 6 and 7, even on Sundays. I'm pretty sure some have been added recently, but oh, well. Now I know.
This morning, after a night out to celebrate the dawn of 2010, I stood, undecided, on the Sobu platform at Akihabara. Should I wait for a Mitaka-bound train? No, I finally decided, I'd take the next train, which was only going to Nakano, and hop onto a Chuo once there. I had a nice nap, woke up blearily as we pulled into Nakano, then stumbled through the station to another platform and ran onto a yellow-striped [i.e. Sobu] train. I sank onto a seat just as the doors were closing, then chanced to glance up at the scrolling sign above the doors.
Next stop, Higashi-Nakano! *facepalm*
At least at Higashi-Nakano I couldn't make the same mistake, as there's but a single platform.
The sky was once again wonderfully clear, and this time I had my camera with me.
