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<\/a><\/p>\nI have SO many pictures to upload of our shenanigans, but rather than dump all my photos into one giant entry, I thought I’d spread them out. Today though, I thought I’d blog about something a little more serious. Many people say Tokyo is one of the safest cities in the world. Normally when I hear this, my gut instinct is to say, “that’s not correct… Tokyo’s a prefecture, not a city!” But in all seriousness, Tokyo is an incredibly safe place. Good people live here, crime is low, and all summer last year I never felt afraid to go for my late night runs in the park (my attempt to beat the swampy heat).<\/p>\n
But this doesn’t mean crime is nonexistent. Dan and I got hit with an absurd amount of bad luck in the past 24 hours. Last night, after his running club went out for a few drinks, his backpack got stolen. This is really unfortunate because in it was his alien ID, house key, a decent amount of money (which is common in a city that usually doesn’t take credit cards), credit cards, running gear, my Disney World marathon shirt, and some other things. Stuff I don’t care about, the running gear can be replaced, but I get the willies thinking someone has our address (on his ID) and house key.<\/p>\n
The backpack was actually a gift from a running friend. Here’s Dan getting his bag on his bday. I know everything inside was just stuff, but when you attend various hashing events many give out patches, and he’d built up a nice collection over the past year. Also in the bag were some gifts hashers had given Dan to give to my friends, like key chains and bottles of sake. What can I say? A hasher is a friend for life!
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