One of the museums, housing the Asian collection.
This must be as comfortable as wearing... metal.
No dripping umbrellas allowed inside, so lock them!
After a day at the museum, we took the train to Yokohama, 40 minutes away. The weather isn't any different there, it's still raining. Yokohama has the largest Chinatown in Japan, so that's where we went for some familiar sights and food. Compared to Melbourne's 2 street Chinatown, Yokohama is a suburb!
Chinese grocery shops with their wares spilling out onto the sidewalks.
The familiar arch, a must in every Chinatown!
The familiar arch, a must in every Chinatown!
One of our mission in Yokohama is to look for decent Chinese food. Truth be told, I was dying for some reasonably priced Chinese food. Although I adore Japanese food, it's time to eat something I grew up with. While we were comparing menus among the restaurants on the main street, a lady slid up to us and started telling us in Mandarin about her restaurant nearby that can offer a better price. To top it up, she'll even give us FOC xiao long bao if we went to her r'ant.
The offer seemed good, so we went with her. I wasn't walking fast enough for her liking, because she linked her hands with mine and literally dragged me to her restaurant, all the time asking where I was from, how much the average wages are in Malaysia because her brother wanted to work there, how much is the conversion rate from RM to Renminbi etc. Just to be friendly, and so that I wouldn't change my mind about going with her I suppose.
The restaurant is located away from the main street, and does not look as flashy as the ones we've seen so far. Also, there was no one in the restaurant. I got a little scared actually... was a group of people ready at the back of the shop to pounce on us to take away our passports and money? Or our kidneys?
No such thing happened, and as we progressed with our meal, more people trickled into the shop, brought in by the lady we'd seen earlier. The meal itself was satisfactory, and we got our complimentary xiao long baos served steaming in a bamboo steamer. It was a nice end to our meal.
The offer seemed good, so we went with her. I wasn't walking fast enough for her liking, because she linked her hands with mine and literally dragged me to her restaurant, all the time asking where I was from, how much the average wages are in Malaysia because her brother wanted to work there, how much is the conversion rate from RM to Renminbi etc. Just to be friendly, and so that I wouldn't change my mind about going with her I suppose.
The restaurant is located away from the main street, and does not look as flashy as the ones we've seen so far. Also, there was no one in the restaurant. I got a little scared actually... was a group of people ready at the back of the shop to pounce on us to take away our passports and money? Or our kidneys?
No such thing happened, and as we progressed with our meal, more people trickled into the shop, brought in by the lady we'd seen earlier. The meal itself was satisfactory, and we got our complimentary xiao long baos served steaming in a bamboo steamer. It was a nice end to our meal.
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