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Tokyo Drift (and Ramen): A Botanist's Unexpected Adventure

@Arthur Webb3/15/2026blog
Tokyo Drift (and Ramen): A Botanist's Unexpected Adventure

okay, so. tokyo. i didn’t plan to be here. i was supposed to be cataloging moss in the Scottish Highlands, but a series of unfortunate events involving a rogue sheep, a cancelled flight, and a surprisingly persuasive travel agent landed me smack-dab in the middle of Shinjuku. and honestly? it’s… chaotic. in the best way.


I’m Elara, by the way. Botanist. Usually happiest knee-deep in ferns. This? This is neon and vending machines and the constant hum of… something. I just checked and it’s drizzling a persistent, almost apologetic rain right now, hope you like that kind of thing. It’s clinging to everything, making the city shimmer.

My initial plan was to find a decent park, maybe a botanical garden. Turns out, Tokyo’s got everything. Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden was a good start - a little manicured for my taste, but the variety of trees! I spent a solid hour just staring at a single maple. But then I got hopelessly lost trying to find the Imperial Palace East Garden. Ended up in a tiny alleyway filled with yakitori stalls.

a plate of food and a glass of wine on a table


Speaking of which… food. Oh. My. God. The ramen. I’ve had ramen before, obviously. But this ramen… I stumbled into this tiny place in Shibuya - Ichiran Ramen, apparently. The whole experience is bizarre. You sit in individual booths, fill out a questionnaire about your preferred noodle firmness and spice level, and then a little window slides open and your ramen is delivered. It’s like eating in a futuristic phone booth. Someone told me that the broth is made from pork bones simmered for days. Days! I can appreciate that kind of dedication. Check out their TripAdvisor page https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g34336-d1173883-Reviews-Ichiran_Shibuya-Shibuya_Tokyo_Tokyo_Prefecture_Japan.html if you're curious.

I’ve been trying to document the urban flora, you know? The weeds pushing through the concrete, the tiny trees stubbornly clinging to life on balconies. It’s fascinating. There’s a resilience here, a determination to thrive even in the most unlikely places. I found this incredible patch of moss growing on a subway wall - it was practically glowing. I’m trying to figure out what species it is.

Boat approaching a bridge on a canal


I overheard some salarymen arguing about the best place to get takoyaki near Ueno Park. Apparently, there’s a fierce rivalry. One of them was yelling about “the secret sauce!” Drunk advice, probably, but I’m going to check it out tomorrow. I’m also trying to find a decent record store. I’m craving some old-school jazz. I saw a listing on a local board https://www.tokyofreelists.com/events/music - fingers crossed it’s legit.

If you get bored, Yokohama and Kamakura are just a short train ride away. I’m thinking of heading to Kamakura to see the Great Buddha statue. Apparently, the surrounding gardens are stunning. I’m also slightly terrified of the crowds.

rectangular black and green artwork hanging on wall


I’m staying in a tiny capsule hotel in Ginza. It’s… an experience. Very efficient. Very minimalist. I’m pretty sure my neighbor snores like a freight train. I’ve also learned that Japanese vending machines sell everything. Seriously. Everything. I bought a can of corn soup at 3 am. Don’t judge me.

Someone else warned me about the rush hour. Apparently, it’s a full-on human tsunami. I’m avoiding it at all costs. I’m also trying to learn a few basic Japanese phrases. “Excuse me” and “Where is the bathroom?” are proving to be surprisingly useful. I found a helpful guide on Yelp https://www.yelp.com/search?find_desc=japanese+language+lessons&find_loc=Tokyo.

Honestly, I have no idea how long I’ll be here. But for now, I’m embracing the chaos. I’m eating all the ramen. I’m documenting the urban flora. And I’m trying not to get trampled by the crowds. Wish me luck.


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About the author: Arthur Webb

Coffee addict. Tech enthusiast. Professional curious person.

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