And here they come, like locusts. Whoosh! Don't get me started about the people dragging the suitcases along behind them and all you could hear was the whir of wheels on the bitumen. And they always seem to be right next to me, like I was trapped on some drone field. I wasn't quiet about it, well, I wasn't quiet about it to Sam. 

Sam told me it was karma, but I had no idea what he meant. (Quizzical look)

Here's the New York shot. (Tokyo looking like New York)

And of course the rain came down, as it has this whole trip. (Who'd have thought it would rain in spring) What is that song about the rain? I'm sure Annie had Tokyo in mind when she wrote it.