Well, I made it back to the good ol' U S and A in one piece. I did bring back a lovely cold, which I am more than happy to share with my fellow citizens. I brought enough for everyone.
On the night before I left, I went with James to a bathhouse and got naked with a bunch of old Japanese men. So I can cross that off my list. Most of them were fairly discrete, but a few stared openly at my pasty whiteness.
My last day in Tokyo was a glorious blue-sky affair, but I was too preoccupied trying to buy things to notice. I am a very bad shopper, because to me everything is either A) too expensive or B) too cheap. Either way, I don't want to buy it.
After that horribleness was finished, it was simply a matter of lugging my hefty belongings to the airport, not sleeping for ten hours on a plane, and then driving two hours back to Sacramento in a jet-lag and illness induced stupor.
I have posted some final pictures from my train ride across the country. It is hard to tell from the picture, but Mt. Fuji is really, really big. We rode past it for 20 minutes at 180 mph, and barely changed its dominating position on the skyline.
Well, if you read this far: thanks for reading! I had a wonderful time in Nihon, and hopefully this will inspire some people to check it out themselves one day.