What do you with a jet-lagged un-napped little turd in Tokyo? Get lost in Akihabara the evening that you land, that's what. I should've realised when the sparkling lights and blazing billboards started to dim to a faint glow that we were walking the wrong way. She thanked me in the only way she knew how, by weak-limbed protest, fixed only by buying a gazillion gachapon and throwing some restorative ramen down her neck.
A pleasantly hot shower, scrub and laying the tattas on the table to dry out like the porcelain spaniels ears they resemble, in quite most 'un-Japanese' activitt I've achieved so far!