Encapsulating Asakusa, or Beer and Sensory Deprivation
June 28th 2007 "Norman Stanley Fletcher (clank!)..."We voluntarily incarcerate ourselves a capsulte hotel. I was prisoner 4019, or so said the PJs the super provided. Each inmate surrenders their worldly goods at a tiny locker and crawls into sleeping "quarters" about the size of an upturned wardrobe. The 13 quid per night is considerably less than a taxi fare back to the 'burbs if you're a drunken salaryman
... read more