We woke up this morning to gray skies and rain. Early in the morning I went and did one more hot springs dip in the women's bath. It was pretty crowded for 7:00am, and invigorating to sit outside in a hot pool while it rained (for a short period at least). T. and I then caught one more breakfast buffet, during which I was less crazy than the day before and only got two things I didn't recognize. One of them happened to be sticky beans, which I remember from our last trip here and confirm I do not care for. Then we said goodbye to our resort island and ferried over to the mainland and train station. The train route we went on took us along the coastline and some of the views were magnificent, rugged beaches and mountains with fog along the top. (My pictures snapped during this time do not do the view justice.) Traveling in Japan also has the perk of the best, clean and plentiful bathrooms in public transit and elsewhere. Seriously, even the train stations toilets are suped up. Onward to Tokyo via two trains and a subway, both of us realizing how heavy our bags had become. We were staying in Shibuya again, but one last night in a hotel (the perfectly nice Shibuya Granbell.) After showering, we went for a walk through Harujuku. Unfortunately none of the trendy teens in elaborate outfits were out and about but we did get to stop in Kiddy Land, five flights of the best toy store I've ever seen. They have so many themes, like Ghibli and Star Wars and more Hello Kitty than I've ever seen, with all of these products that I've never seen, like R2-D2 teapots (with matching BB-8 mugs!), Totoro bento boxes and more. We then got on a bus - which required finding the bus stop when Google Maps (which had been otherwise awesome the whole trip) obstinately said there was one where there wasn't. This evening was kind of our victory lap of Tokyo: revisiting some favorites from the previous trip. To that end, We headed to the Park Hyatt, famed for "Lost in Translation." Even if you don't stay there - and I've heard it's amazing - you can go get a drink at the New York Bar, on the 52nd floor. As we were heading up there, we were in the elevator with another American man and his daughter. He was proceeding to explain the plot of "Lost in Translation" to her, and we thought did a good job explaining it to an 11-year old. ("It's about two people being lonely in Tokyo.") The view from up top is incredible: you have pretty much 180 degrees of the Tokyo skyscrape. It was early evening, kind of cloudy, and having a cocktail at that height made me feel like Bruce Wayne (if he just drank old fashioneds and ate jamon iberico from his tower instead of being Batman). Then we were off into deep Shinjuku for T.'s special event: ROBOT RESTAURANT!! This phantasmagorical show is 150% kitsch made for tourists but it was like nothing you've ever seen. The ticket entry alone is SPARKLE and COLOR and NOISE that you are almost dizzy by the time you get to a downstairs bar where a young woman in sparkly clothes sings to a band equipped in silver robot costumes. Down in the stage area, we had front row seats, so we got to easily see that part of the charm was that the robots... may have seen better days. These weren't the ones you would have to worry about taking over the world, not with cords hanging out and the human handlers dressed all in black, ready to reorient confused robots. The show was part drumming, dance, parade, and battle. There were snakes and dragons and robots and some very enthusiastic ladies on drum kits. I was dazzled and charmed. I would attend at least once, although I would caution that you may agree with one disgruntled TripAdvisor reviewer that, "I thought there would be more robots." A bit shellshocked, we went out into a Shinjuku Saturday night. Shinjuku has much more of a party, intense vibe than Shibuya (where we stayed), which is more about crowds and shopping. We also saw way more fellow tourists out, including at T.'s favorite and our next destination, Death Match in Hell (the slasher/metal bar in the Golden Gai). The owner before made these awesome letterpress coasters with images from his favorite horror movies (ahem, of which we took several last time and are now framed and hanging on our walls.) We soaked up the ambiance and headed to our last destination, Zoetrope, a Japanese whisky bar. T. got a sampler and I a drink and we cheersed to our last night in Tokyo and made it back to Shibuya.