My absurd second day in Japan

After my land lady took me by taxi to my apartment last night, she informed me that this location was the only part of Shinjuku (A Ward of Tokyo, similar to the Boroughs in New York) that still was built by the city planing of the Shogun period. Meaning that it was designed as a maze so that ninjas couldn't escape (or so she told me). The only part of the story she left out was the actual name of this place.

I wake up the next morning. I don't know where I am. My computer, my only possible why of trying to map things out, is dying and cannot be recharged (apparently they only use two prong outlets in Japan). I don't know where I would go to fix any of these problems (literally, as in direction). Lastly, I realized that I in fact cannot hold a conversation in Japanese, just sound like an idiot and blank up.

So I let fate do its thing. I walk out onto the street, knowing full well that I am not going to remember how to get back to my apartment, and start following roads that I have a good feeling about. I was lucky to realize that a certain street sign I had paid no mind to prior to this morning, was actually my address. So I wrote down the Kanji without having any idea what it said.

Spectacularly enough, I managed to fairly quickly arrive in the main shopping district. I was able to find an electronic Japanese-English dictionary and a three to two prong adapter to save my life.

However, as expected, I had no idea how to get back. I pretty much walked around the entire Ward, going in circles half the time. People I asked were unfamiliar with the that area. I walked through parks, watched kids have intense Gundam battles in arcades, checked out a kitten store and a guitar store. Eventually, a policeman was able to give me directions. It was only then that I realized that I am conveniently located clear on the other side of Shinjuku, opposite all the skyscrapers and business it is known for.