Bullet the blue sky

The bullet train is as smooth as they say it is. Unfortunately it looked like the grey skies of Tokyo would follow us west to Kyoto, but soon it was a brilliant hue of blue.

Surprisingly, there is almost no g-force to be felt, making it likely that all the womyn in my life would have taken the ride better than the little doggy - in a baby carriage, no less - that kept yelping pathetically. Or perhaps it just wanted to stick its head out the window.

The girl pushing the snack cart spoke very good English, leaving me embarassed as I did my usual routine of carefully studying the menu (in this case the actuals were handily on display) and, in a sophisticated manner, pointing at something randomly just before my brain froze, having no idea whatsoever of what will be the least repulsive. This is key, otherwise the drooling starts and they take you away to the asylum.

Not that anything has been repulsive. Other than the pimps of course.