I have about three years' worth!
Training memory: Going to a BJJ tourney at a Budokan (but not THE Budokan), showing up at the wrong Budokan and finding a lot of middle-school kids queuing up for a concert of some kind. I thought it said something about the growing popularity of BJJ in Japan.
Tokyo tower - St. Patrick's day, stumbling around Roppongi in the middle of the night with my Irish house-mate in the tower's shadow. We ended up in some kind of Nigerian bar.
World Cup 2002, the night Japan beat Russia, trying to get down the street to Yokohama station, the streets full of partying football fans. (No "fuurigans" though, thankfully).
Catching the last train on the Ginza line from Ginza back to Shibuya, and then sprinting for the last Inokashira line train which was was so packed I thought the windows would pop out.
Walking through Kita-Kamakura - marvelling how quiet and serene it was.No crowds, old temples around every corner.
A lot of memories of alcoholic excesses. Nomihodai = shudder shudder
And many more...
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