A typical street scene in Asakusa.
This fellow is a monk who was collecting for the poor.
These two chaps worked the coffee house in Tokyo that Erol and I frequented.
BTW, the coffee that they made in those drip machines behind them was excellent!
My colleague Erol in a Tokyo pachinko parlor. The machines are so loud that you can barely hold
a conversation and the room is so smokey that it's a hazzard to your health. But
the Japanese businessmen spend hours and a whole lot of yen in these joints each night.
It is said that these establishements are ran by the yakuza (Japanese mafia).
The Daibutsu (Great Buddha) of Kamakura in the Jochiji Zen temple.
Half of the grounds of the Imperial Palace in Tokyo is now a huge park.
My colleague Mika in front of one of the oldest gates to the Imperial Palace.
A Shinto Shrine.
It was not all fun and games. Here we are hard at
work on a router configuration lab exercise.