Cover photo: Christmas decorations at Nissan showroom in Ginza |
I visited Tokyo for the third time from December 3 to 13, 2023, and a lot has truly changed since my last trip to Japan (May 2019). Due to the global pandemic, Japan's borders were closed to tourists for nearly three years. The Tokyo 2020 Summer Olympics were held a year later, in 2021, under strict anti-pandemic measures, without spectators, and with expenses exceeding $20 billion—making it the most expensive Olympics in history.
During this long period of uncertainty, I managed to experience Japan at least virtually thanks to various Japan-based YouTubers who regularly livestreamed their wanderings (an empty Narita Airport or a deserted Kyoto gave me chills).
Shortly after the borders finally reopened and I began planning my trip, my newly discovered intolerances to gluten, lactose, and—worst of all—histamine complicated my plans. This combination of intolerances drastically reduced my dining options.
As for accommodation, one of my requirements was having at least a small kitchenette so I could cook for myself. But the main priority was a good location—close to a metro station. And of course, a reasonable price.
I browsed through dozens of listings on Booking and Airbnb, read tons of reviews, and spent ages dragging my cursor across the map, analyzing distances to the nearest metro, the city center, and Ueno Station. I considered floor access, neighborhood vibe, and amenities (like a separate kitchen and two single beds).
After a long saga of finding the right dates, flights, accommodation, and travel companions, I finally landed on a plan: A shorter 10-day trip to Tokyo in early December.
✈️ Flight with Turkish Airlines via Istanbul (€812)
🏠 Airbnb in Sumida near the Skytree (€300)
🧍♂️ Travel buddy: my roommate Ruslan
I booked the flight one month before departure and the accommodation just three weeks ahead… not recommended 😅.
We were supposed to have a one-hour layover in Istanbul, which—looking back—was nowhere near enough. Istanbul Airport is one of the largest in the world, with the main terminal building covering a staggering 1,440 km². We landed with about a 20-minute delay, and I already had a bad feeling that this connection might not go smoothly.
My fears were confirmed when I stepped off the plane and saw “Gate B13” on the screen… along with the dreaded word: “Boarding.” I had paid extra for a seat near the front, so I got off the plane before Ruslan. I waited for him briefly, but the anxiety of missing the flight to Tokyo got the better of me—and I started running toward Gate B13.
With a backpack on my shoulders and wearing a winter coat, I probably ran 1.5 to 2 kilometers in about 20 minutes. Sweaty like a mouse, I reached the gate just in time—one of the last passengers to board.
Ruslan didn’t make it. He called me from outside the gate while I was already on the plane, saying he was right there—but the crew refused to reopen the doors.
So, for the first time ever, I flew to Tokyo completely alone.
The spacious and freshly scented first-class airplane bathroom - where I occasionally managed to sneak in - was a small luxury |
The nearly 12-hour flight passed surprisingly quickly. I didn’t sleep much, but I watched about 5 or 6 movies from a pretty solid selection.
As we neared Tokyo and Mount Fuji peeked out from behind the wing in the morning light, I felt it: I had made it again. My long-dreamed third visit to Japan was now a reality.
After landing at Narita Airport, I headed straight for passport control and then to baggage claim. A message came over the loudspeakers announcing an anti-terrorism drill, and that luggage might be delayed. After a long wait, instead of my suitcase, a list of six names appeared on the carousel screen—including mine. At first, I thought they had found something suspicious in my luggage (I had brought quite a lot of food 😅). When I got to the help desk, they informed me that my suitcase had been left behind in Istanbul...
It took me at least an hour to explain the address of our Airbnb and fill out the necessary forms so they could deliver my suitcase. Eventually, I had a better idea: instead of the complicated process of sending the luggage to our address, they could simply hand it over to Ruslan, who had informed me he’d be arriving on the same flight the next day.
After sorting out all the formalities, I officially stepped onto Japanese soil. Alone, without my suitcase—just a backpack with a few food items, spare shoes, and my camera.
I had three main goals in mind:
Exchange €500
Activate my eSIM card
Get a train ticket into the city
The first goal was a quick win. I compared exchange rates at currency counters on the ground floor and the first floor of the airport. The upstairs counters offered 157 yen per euro, while the downstairs ones gave 155. The mid-market rate was 159 yen per euro.
Back in May 2019, the mid-market rate had been just 123 yen per euro—a huge difference. Thanks to this favorable rate, prices in Japan didn’t seem high at all. I’d even say they were similar to, or lower than, prices back home.
For the first time in a long while, I used a Japanese vending machine and bought "Pocari Sweat," a Japanese ion drink with a not-so-appealing name. Since it was a beautiful sunny day, I went up to the airport roof, where there's an observation deck for photographers and plane spotters. I sat on a bench, sunbathed, sipped my ion drink, ate a gluten-free cake from Slovakia, and meanwhile took photos and videos of planes.
📨 In the meantime, Ruslan messaged me saying he got a 5-star hotel in Istanbul and a free airport transfer. Well, Turkish Airlines could’ve just waited 5–10 minutes and saved the trouble. According to statistics, this flight is often delayed, which was one of the reasons I thought the plane in Istanbul would wait for us. But alas, they must’ve decided: nope, today we’re on time! A few stranded passengers and lost suitcases—we’ll survive!
At the airport, I also topped up my Suica card — an electronic wallet I got during my first trip back in 2016. It was originally meant for buying public transport tickets, but nowadays you can use it for everyday purchases in convenience stores (konbini) and vending machines.
🚆 Around 3 PM, I headed for the train and within 40 minutes I was at Ueno Station. From there, it’s a 5-minute metro ride to Asakusa Station. From Asakusa, it was about a 10-minute walk to our Airbnb. To enter the building, you had to enter a 4-digit code — same for the apartment door. No physical key.
🏠 Our apartment was on the second floor of a three-story building and had a total area of about 20 m². It featured two separate beds, one table, and one chair. Next to the table was a (surprisingly large for such a cramped space) mysterious box that contained an emergency evacuation ladder...
🧺 Another quirky detail was the dish-drying cabinet and a massive washing machine that took up almost half of the tiny bathroom. Of course, it wouldn’t be Japan without a modern toilet with a heated seat and bidet, and a plastic bathtub-shower combo.
🍳 The kitchenette/entryway had a two-burner stove, mini fridge, microwave, and electric kettle. While the cleanliness and kitchen equipment could’ve been better, for the price — about €33 per person per night — the accommodation between Asakusa and Skytree was very good.
🛍️ In the evening, I went out to stock up on supplies, since most of my things — like toiletries, slippers, towel, and food — were in my large suitcase. I also picked up a few kitchen essentials like salt, honey, and paper towels. The only thing I couldn’t find in the nearby convenience stores were slippers, although they did have socks ☺.
🛏️ The first night was fine — I was pretty tired and the bed was comfortable. The next day, I messaged Ruslan saying I’d meet him at Ueno Station. When I got there, it was still early, so I strolled around Ueno Park and visited the familiar golden Ueno Tōshōgū Shrine.
📵 Ruslan wasn’t replying to my messages, and I started to worry. But to my surprise, I found him — and both of our suitcases — already at the apartment. Without internet or any knowledge of Japanese, he managed to get from the airport to Ueno Station and then by metro to Asakusa. He said he asked locals for directions to the Airbnb. Locals — in English!?
😅 He told me that at first, a kind Japanese man helped him get to the wrong address, where they were greeted by a confused elderly gentleman. After checking the photo of the accommodation and contacting the host, they got it right on the second try!
Gluten, lactose, histamine... and Japan
Now let me circle back to food and my intolerances. Gluten, lactose, and histamine — that combo quickly eliminates 95% of any restaurant menu, and in Japan, I’d say it’s more like 99% to 100%.
🥛 Avoiding lactose is fairly easy, but gluten is trickier — it’s not just in bread, but also in soy sauce and all sorts of unexpected places. Histamine is even more complicated. Besides eating the freshest food possible (meaning no salami, pâté, canned goods, etc.), you also have to avoid fermented products (like sauerkraut, soy, tofu), citrus fruits (even oranges and mandarins), legumes, seaweed, mushrooms, vinegar, caffeine, alcohol, and tomatoes.
🧳 So I had to stock up in advance and bring as many “survival foods” from home as possible. These included:
Lots of peanut butter (although I must say at the time of writing this - peanut butter might not be suitable for histamine intolerance, cashew butter is better)
Packs of gluten-free bread
Probiotic instant porridges
Gluten-free oats and sponge biscuits
Cashew and sesame sticks in honey
Date-based energy bars
The grounds of the Tóshógú Shrine are truly stunning |
The sacred stable will be on your left-hand side upon entering the shrine grounds |
The wood carving of the Three Wise Monkeys |
The extravagantly decorated Yómeimon Gate - probably the most beautiful in all of Japan |
Breathtaking from every angle - The Yómeimon Gate |
The main shrine building and Karamon, also known as Chinese Gate |
Just before entering the sacred grounds of Nikkō Tōshōgū, visitors are greeted by a traditional display of sake barrels—known as kazaridaru. These beautifully stacked barrels are ceremonial offerings to the deities, symbolizing gratitude, purification, and spiritual connection. They’re often donated by breweries and used in Shinto rituals and festivals.
The final resting place of the shogun - ruler Tokugawa Ieyasu |
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