Kawasaki Street Life

I don't know what this guy's story is.  I would have liked to ask him but I was on my way to the taxis which almost but frustratingly not quite match the yellow of his hair.  Beside which he seems to have bucket of noodles.  I was never one to come between a man and his noodles.

For dinner I went to meet a friend who I used to work with who does photogrammetry.  I took him to a restaurant where they lock you in cages and zombies attack every two hours.  Very hard to take pictures in there but I'll pop a couple on Flickr starting here.