Dodging the lethal electric carts (they stop for no-one), jumping over pools of muddied crimson fish blood and avoiding the glare of the market workers, Tsukiji Fish Market is not a place that's tourist friendly. This is an exhilarating place to watch as this seeming 'den of iniquity' with its labyrinthine alleyways, uneven cobbled floor and gaffer-taped air conditioning pipes pulses with working life. This is the flipside to Bladerunner's neon-soaked future, the dank, claustrophobic, weathered and patched-up beating heart of the city – and it's great, if a little frightening!
I have never figured out why the Japanese, who love golf and are fond of cute miniature things, don't play more mini golf. There seems barely a course in in the whole land – except we found one in Yokohama!