I am exhausted. Monday morning I hopped on the bullet train and was in Tokyo in under three hours. I went to Roppongi Hills to see what all the fuss is. The fuss is, clearly some people are living life really really well. I spent the afternoon hanging on in meetings with CWM and then some congratulatory cocktails in the Tokyo Foreign Corrospondance Club. We threw back beers, salty fried shrimp and stared at the photos of monumental writers and photgraphers who have been in the club. We finaly adjourned to get ready for the writers party in our swank 70's pad behind the Russian embassy. Aparantly par for the course, I saw the street shut down tight by police twice for Right Wing demonstrations.

The next morning after lunch I was back on the bullet train and in Kyoto long enough to change my underwear and head out again for an intensive course I was teaching on the east coast. Jetting around Japan on trains is mind boggling. I don't know how many miles I covered, but in a car I'm sure I would have been in a ditch splashing Coca Cola on my face to keep awake.