I go to Tokyo. I go to the British Embassy for a do.

English Country House in the middle of Tokyo

I go back to the hotel. As I enter  a shortish but determined man brushes past me followed by a howl of media. It is Prime Minister Noda.

Do you like sponge cake?

I try to explain that I met his wife a couple of weeks ago but he did not seem very interested.

Who is your favorite Beatle?

My Japanese friends tell me that this is not Noda, which explains why he did not want to talk about his wife.

I get up at 4:30 and fly back to Okinawa.

6:30 on the monorail