As I finally exited the airport, the French film group I was traveling with immediately went into one of those plastic walled smoker zones to suck their nicotine sticks after a 12 hour plane ride. Little did I know this was a bad omen coming my way. In Tokyo, it is illegal to smoke outside on the street but ok to light up in restaurants and bars. Go figure. At 9pm, I found myself dining in a small private room in a Japanese restaurant with my new French friends puffing away between each course. I guess I am going to have to get used my smelly hair for the next few days.
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