"Bus stations are never nice places at the best of times - they usually smell a bit like wee, and once, in Bedford bus station, a man of around 60 walked up to me, stared me in the eyes and hooted like an owl.
True story. It was terrifying. This bus station, however, takes the biscuit. My team and I are positioned about 20ft above it, coach bays and varied Tokyo public transport devices spread out before us, and the place is in total, utter chaos. Word of the running gun-battle that I've been occupied with for the past 20 minutes has clearly spread - and more than a couple of innocents have been caught in the crossfire, so people are perhaps right to be worried."