The shinkansen ride back to Osaka is quiet and we sleep soundly - if only they would dim the lights! I have some green tea ice cream while Matt chews squid jerky. Soon we're back at Umeda Station and we locker our bags yet again so we can grab a bite for dinner. The streets are crowded, but nothing like Tokyo, which is great with our current energy level. First we stop under a bridge to hear a fine jazz quintet - musicians like this pop up every night. We end up in a little place for soba noodles, the most inexpensive meal in Japan, but filling and sweet with a huge strip of honeyed tofu on top. Our next task is to look for a draft beer, but the whole neighborhood we are in, filled with hostess girls and their 'pimps' (for lack of a better term), doesn't seem to be promising. So, we get our things and ride back to Matt's neighborhood of Kosheinguchi to a familiar bar Matt knows. The bar is small, rustic, and wonderful - the entire staff yells irrashimase (welcome) when we open the doors - they do this in every restaurant, but not with the enthusiasm I hear here. We talk and relax with several beers, leaving when the bar closes. Soon we are home and sleeping on the futons once again.
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