Dig my crazy ringtone!

In Tokyo now. We arrived last night and haven't seen much yet, though we have quite a view from our hotel room. We're on the 32nd floor and are facing a weird red and white Eiffel Tower clone, and we're above some cool train tracks. One of Ted's colleagues advised against getting a room on the train side, but the tracks and trains look neato, and at 32 floors up, we can only barely hear them. It's nothing compared to our Southern Pacific exposure in Tucson, with the disgruntled conductors who provide ambience by blowing their horns at night.

Having received no advice about cell phone rentals, we tried out one of the airport rental companies, and I now have a nerdy little phone. It actually costs less to dial the US than to dial another number in Japan, but incoming calls are free, and I only intend to use it as an occasional walkie-talkie with Ted, who will be working all week. I picked a very distinctive ringtone, so I'll recognize my own phone among all those around me. Enjoy!