Last weekend was a study in contrasts of sorts. On Friday we had a bank holiday so we took the bus (or as Cian describes it, "the big green Donan bus") up to Sapporo. Sanae wanted to go shopping, Cian wanted to ride on the subway and, as the two were mutually incompatible, it was left to me to fulfill the hopes and dreams of all. Selflessly I opted to ride the subway with Cian while Sanae did her bit for the Japanese economy.
Before 'going underground', Cian and myself made our way to the top of the TV Tower in Sapporo. Not content with the dizzying view from same, we decided to heap adventure upon excitement by descending from the viewing gallery via the, holy shit!, OUTSIDE stairs!! Yes!!! In a haze of adrenaline we climbed down the tower, all 90.7 metres , Kong Kong style, braving ice-covered steps, freezing wind, and, eh, dazzling sun.
Maintaining the endorphine rush we reached the ground and, holier shit!, kept going down, down into the subway station and onto the first train that came our way, to hell with the destination!
Wild, man, wild.
Then for the next two hours we 'rode the rails' whilst clutching a brown-paper bag clad bottle of Jim Beam and humming the theme tune to 'Midnight Cowboy'.
"Look! A subway station."
The terrifying, unrelenting descent down the Sapporo TV Tower stairwell.
"Everybody's talking at me..."
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