No sooner have I fallen asleep and the alarm goes off. It is 4 am and I am meeting a few friends in the lobby to head out for Tokyo’s Fish Market. We get in a taxi and take off. As we arrive, we are shocked at how huge the place is. It seems like as far as you can see in all directions there are piles of fish, styrofoam boxes, and people everywhere. The place is amazingly quiet for the amount of activity that is going on. Forklifts are zooming around the like crazy mixed in with men pulling carts piled high with fish. As we wander through, we feel like we are risking our lives, as we are careful not to get hit. It reminds me of the Seinfeld episode when they are trying to get the arcade game across the street without getting hit.
The variety of fish and seafood are too many to count. There are small fish not larger than a pin and gigantic tuna. Octopus, eel, crabs, lobster and things coming out of shells that we have no idea what they are. Everyone seems to know exactly what to do and they are extremely focused on their work. The air is amazingly fresh and we enjoy the adventure. By 6 am we begin to head back to the hotel to prepare for our busy day of meetings.
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