you've gotta kiss a lot of frogs/fish to find your prince

Topshop presented me with 'The Essential Guide to Japan' on my last day, and in the Top Ten of Things to See is Tsukiji Fish Market so I had to check it out to see what all the fuss was about. It opens at 5 am, with boats from all over the world docking in the port with all their offerings so you can get pretty much any fish imaginable. Here is the place to go to if you fancy a $10,000 tuna! Luckily, we didnt have to get there at 5 to see all the action; we dragged our arses out of bed early on Friday and it didnt diappoint. The place is buzzing with activity: there are men whizzing around on mechanical sledges with the tea towels wrapped round their heads; fish being de-scaled, cut-up, wrapped; sellers yelling out offers; bartering, negotiations. There were so many different variety of fish for sale, and I never realised that swordfish or tuna could be so huge, much much bigger than me! The place was full of men, the only women there were old ladies who work there so Ruth and I attracted a lot of attention, especially because Ruth, as the white girl, speaks fluent Japanese, and me, the chinky girl, speaks none. Thats a strange combination. The guys were really lovely, kept trying to talk to us and I did my best in my rudimentary Japanese, but the funniest thing was when this man who was at least late forty-ish cheekily asked me for my number! Ruth was in stitches. I really know how to reel them in, dont I?... Sorry, couldnt help myself.