Hobo Lolo

Tokyo — Where the Journey Begins   It all began as the plane dipped beneath the clouds and Tokyo’s skyline shimmered below — a sea of light and anticipation. After months of planning, we arrived: tired, happy, and wide-eyed. The  Blossom Hibiya  welcomed us above the city’s heartbeat, where neon reflections danced on glass and the scent of ramen floated through the night. Morning came with jet lag and curiosity. Awake at 4 a.m., we laced up and ran through  Kokyo Gaien National Garden , the city still half-dreaming. The moat shimmered in dawn light, the air carried a hush, and Tokyo felt timeless — ancient stones and modern steel sharing the same breath. Back at  The Blossom Shibuya , breakfast was East meets West — miso soup beside buttery croissants, fresh sashimi sharing a plate with espresso. “Cultural research,” we told ourselves, as we shamelessly went back for seconds.  Later, at  Meiji Jingu , we walked beneath towering torii gates where city n...