T is for...

I liked Tirana a lot. I know I shouldn't, but I did. The biggest sword in the world. A decrepit pyramid. Utilitarian buildings painted in patterns. Bomb shelters. Buses that made no sense. The kind of street vendors that you get in Asia, but in Europe. What's not to like? 

But to take Tirana over Tokyo is just contrary for contrary sake. The sheer mindmelt of Tokyo was something else. I generally didn't know what I was eating at any time, often I didn't know for sure whether it was animal or vegetable (I guess I'm fortunate that I'm not too fussy, finding out that you have just ordered a plate of raw horse may be a bit distracting for some people). 

And that's just the food, that's not even the places: Shinjuku, Harajuku, Tsukiji fish market, temples and monorails. Juxtapositions a-go-go. 

T is for Tokyo