Japan Day 2:
07/07/14
Needless to say I was confused (for better word) when I woke up today.
Last night I fell asleep quite late and heard (repeatedly) a little girl knocking on her hotel door and singing "Do you want to build a snue-maarn?!" to her sister. I kinda loved her little Japanese accent but once it ticked past 1:00am and they were still wordlessly dashing about the halls it started to feel a bit less Disney Princessy and a bit more The Shining...
Redrum!
-View from bedroom window, 10th floor.
Waking up to the background noise of talking and shuffling , felt like I was trapped in an anime. It was a bit scary...
I had breakfast on the 25th floor of our hotel, the Shinjuku Washigton.
It was a generic buffet according the the free breakfast coupon and upon entering and for the next 3 and a half minutes I loitered about and murmured "sorry" in Japanese (one of my many basic catch phrases and default mumbles for the trip) until someone spoon fed me how the breakfast joint ran. Line up here. Get food here. Eat here. This is your ticket.
I was very tired.
I was excited to learn that I could understand what the child beside me was saying. "Hurry up it's raining!" Already my Japanese was improving.
View of my breakfast and the window.
This morning we caught a train to the Meiji Shrine; a place of worship for the Shinto belief.
From my understanding it is a simple belief, traditional to the Japanese and their culture and history. They focus their energy of peace, cleanliness, purity and nature. They have a well, filled with sacred and pure, cleansing water, which you spooned up from wooden ladles and poured over your hands and face. I was one of the very few brave enough to drink it.
Beer and rice wine containers at the shrine. And me.
Meiji is the name of the time period when the emperor Meiji was in reign. He and his wife were, as all emperors and aristocrats were, cultural and artistic. They both wrote poetry, in a particular tradition to Japanese style. It was really amazing to think I was in the place of dedication for a person of absolute significance to the Japanese culture and history as well as a writer increasing the beauty of these of a writer from the Japanese culture and history and his work and this experience will affect my own poetry.
We threw coins into a metal tank, made prayers in front of a priest, and watched a traditional wedding party. It was elegant and beautiful and gave us all a good giggle as the procession ended with a lanky guy with spiky gelled hair and coloured converse who looked like he reeally didn't want to be there anymore.
For 100 Yen I bought my fortune and found all the juicy intimate details about my fate.
"Some are fast, some slow,
But one thing never fails
To pierce through to the final goal:
It is sincerity."
Emperor Meiji knew his stuff. If I'm sincere at heart I'll reach my goals.
Later, we went through the Emperor's Memory museum and saw the most beautiful paintings ever. The artwork from traditional Japanese culture is gorgeous.
After lunch, we walked through Shibuyu in Tokyo and looked in the shops. I spied a Topshop but didn't get to go in which I was so disappointed by. There are all these amazing scents along every road. Infectious from all these restaurants and stores. The popcorn store was the most desirable; it leaked caramel onto the streets and all I could do was drool and use the most powerful willpower ever to not ram down the 80 Japanese locals in the line leading out the street and across the road (not exaggerating) to the front counter.
You're welcome starbucks.
We went to Starbucks and had the most amazing hot chocolate ever!!! On the way we were handed packets of tissues at the train station, assuming they were just like the free water or newspapers that we get in the city.
Apparently they were tissues plastered with advertisements for call girl volunteers. I didn't know this.
I know have at least three packets of tissues asking me to perform papyon jobs for good money.
We called these sex tissues for the rest of the trip.
We went into a bookstore; Kinokuniya. Not going to lie. Spent a loooot of money here. Really don't care.
Over lunch I had managed to rally up three of the group members for a trip to late night DisneyLand!
To say it was an intense experience is an understatement.
Smells change every 30 seconds.
Curry popcorn.
Doughnuts.
Rice balls.
Cake.
Sweeties
Thick stir fries,
Soups.
Heavy delicious meats.
Crusty pastries.
Generic theme park food.
We went on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride (where they threateningly had "Dabey Jonesu Locker!!" over the loudspeaker).
The best and scariest ride was splash mountain. Psychologically confusing. Terrifying and yet eerily childish and wild. We befriend some Japanese school girls (...not as dodgy as it sounds) that we met in the line too.
It was hard to take it all in, the shops, rides, people.
Everything about the short time in Disneyland was exciting and full of sensory overload. Pastels and vivid colours, sights, sounds, smells!
Amazing!
:)