Archive for ‘December, 2010’

Record(er) Fair

Thursday 23.12.2010

(Slight language and concept warning, like, probably ‘PG’ rated. Post contains the ‘S’ word.)

Today we went to Tokyo, and stopped at an incredibly trendy café Starbucks, bought a coffee and mooched off of their free wireless internet. Dana discovered that there was apparently a ‘Record Fair’ on in Ginza. Ginza didn’t look too far on the map, so we decided to leg it (for those of you who do not understand my colloquialism, I mean, we walked).

I felt like we were on an adventure to find Emerald City. Dana was so excited all morning at the prospect of going to a record fair. His little face gleamed with happiness, and he had a spring in his step the entire way. It was so great to see him so happy. Like a little child on Christmas Eve. We spend the morning fantasizing about the record treasures we might find in a place like Japan.

I love that familiar musty smell of old records, the way your fingers get so dusty trawling through all of them. Old records make me sneeze. There is nothing like the feeling of bringing home a new found record for the first time; Gingerly placing it down on the turntable and gently lowering the needle. All to hear that beautifully warm crackle, and slightly muffled sound. In that instant, I am home. I could lay on the floor and just listen whilst staring at the ceiling all day (if it weren’t for the fact of me having to get up and turn the damn thing over every 20 minutes).

So, we arrived in Ginza, after walking for about 40 minutes. Ginza is home to many flagship designer stores – everything is really larger than life. I was pretty excited to make a pit-stop into a shop that sold hosiery – Anna Sui and Vivian Westwood. I bought way too many a couple of pairs.

FINALLY, after our morning of anticipation, we discovered our Nirvana – the Ginza Yamaha flagship store. Seven levels of bliss; or so we thought.

We floated in, awestruck, in amazement, in a daze of wonder. Dana excitedly went up to the information lady (who was dressed in the loveliest little sailor-like uniform – complete with bow-tie and everything), and asked for directions to the ‘Record Fair’.

He was met with a slightly confused look, followed by a, “Oh, yes, thank you veddy much, I show you, dis way please!” The lady directed us to the fifth floor.

As we got into the elevator, I noticed a sign saying, “Recorder Fair”. “Haha, what a funny translation”, I thought. I bent down closer to focus on the picture.

It was a picture of wooden recorders all neatly lined up on a shelf. You, know, the kind you learn to play when you’re in Grade two? Oh. Shit.

“Dana, I have some bad news for you”, as the elevator went up. (I nervously bit my bottom lip)

“Yeah?!” (still excited)

(motions hand towards sign)

Dana’s face dropped, like I’d never seen it drop before. I was faced with the saddest boy in the world. Robert Smith was wrong in saying that “boys don’t cry”, I know that they definitely can.

SO… we decided to continue on to the recorder fair regardless. I must admit, we were slightly intrigued, wouldn’t you be?

As we the elevator doors slid open, we were greeted by a myriad of friendly toots and pips, made by many a recorder enthusiast. I must say, the combination of this sound and the sight of it all was quite comforting. Dana and I burst into laughter. It was difficult to stifle. I slyly took these photos, just so I could show you.

It was good, after all of this orienteering, to make our way back to Harajuku, to meet up with some trusy friends (yet again Daniel Joy and Duffy), and have some belly warming crepes. We also went to a place called, ‘Kiddie Land’ and I bought some presents for some little people I love. All before going back to our bunk beds, and falling into bed, asleep before my head even hit the pillow.

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Bliss, delicious, kiss, stroll, squeal…

Wednesday 22.12.2010

Today we slept in, before moseying on over to the much anticipated, Harajuku. We were starting to feel like we were really getting the hang of this subway system, and were quite chuffed with ourselves really.

Harajuku is SO beautiful. As I have said before, it is definitely our favourite place in Tokyo. The shops are all so purposefully and tastefully laid, with intricate and careful attention to detail. And the staff are friendly, to boot!

We made a new friend in a vintage shop named Yuka. Her shop is named ‘SLOW’. See http://slow-hesaidshesaid.blogspot.com

We even made it onto their blog!

If you go to Tokyo, this shop is well worth the visit. With beautiful old blouses, hats and scarves, everything is accompanied with that old familiar ‘pre-loved’ smell.

Yuka spent some time drawing some maps for us, to help us find more second-hand stores around the place, and chatting about music, and things like that. I just wanted to take her home with us!

Later that day…

Also today, we ate the most delicious crepes in the Entire. World. I mean, wow. At a lovely little French café named ‘La Fee Dilice’. Complete with its own Gael Bernal-Garcia-esque Maitre’d. See http://lafeedelice.com/

I was, again, quite chuffed and impressed with myself for putting to use some of the French I learnt in Year 8 at school as a child.

“Crepes, et le jus d’orange.” I said proudly. And then as the crepes were being served, I chucked in a, “Merci beaucoup, Monsieur.”

Wow, I AM cool aren’t I? But seriously, one of the first things I would LOVE to do as soon as we move to Adelaide, is to get tutoring in French. I love the way that the few words I do know feel in my mouth.

After taking the first bite, Dana and I are in love. We wish we could marry this crepe.

Seriously, go here. You’ll be impressed.

Sadly, the pride we had harboured previously in the day in regards to being ‘Rail Masters’ was crumpled into a ball and squished into the gutter later on in the evening.

For some reason, Dana and I thought it a good idea to have a little snooze on the subway home. My head on his shoulder, his head on my head. All this walking around, shopping and eating crepes is hard work!

Suddenly, my eyes snapped open and I realised that we had gone past our stop by at least TWO stops, and wewereonthelastserviceoftheday (insert expletives here). So, in a haze of drowsy crankiness, each of us cursing the other, ‘WHYDIDYOUFALLASLEEP??’, ‘BAH!’, ‘GAH!’ etc. etc.

From here, we had no other option than to walk. We didn’t know where we were, or where we were going, and all the streets looked exactly the same.

We arrived at our hostel two hours later. I must say though, our self-confidence in our directional skills (or lack of), was not all in vain. We were chuffed once again that for some reason, we were able to successfully head in the right direction, and take the right little alleyways all the way to our prize – Sakura Hostel. And boy, did that bunk bed feel comfortable.

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Save it for a rainy day.

Tuesday 21.12.2010

After our day of being 16 year old children, we then hopped on the Yamanote subway line to Shibuya. We were greeted by the most amazing, and icy cold downpour of rain. Our breath turned to instant fog in our nostrils, as if smoking about ten cigars at once. You could almost blow ‘smoke rings’ with your own breath, it was THAT cold. The kind of cold that visciously eats into your clothes, down to your bones.

As we were making our way out of the station, I noticed these shiny drops overlooking one of the busiest pedestrian crossings in the country. Looking down at the human sea below, people swam through as though they were fish, in a beautiful and incredibly intimidating organised confusion. I liked how the raindrops glistened as jewels in the neon lights.

Daniel Joy, Duffy, Dana and I didn’t take long to pick a warm, cozy looking restaurant, where we ordered the most delicious meat and vegetable platters. You cook them yourself at your table over hot coles. YUM.

Something I find funny about Tokyo is the fact that on every street, there are signs stuck to the footpaths, sporting a very cute, and sad cartoon cigarette, walking with hands-in-pockets, and scuffing his feet. Written below is a strong reminder that smoking whilst walking down the street is NOT allowed.

BUT, as we sat down at the restaurant, people all around us were lighting up at their tables. Although only in small bursts, I kind of liked the smokey addition to my meal. I know this is bad, but sometimes passive smoke just smells so nice. (See picture above.) 

We stayed here for some time, and had a few beers. We shared a lot of laughs. It was great.

From here, we braved the cold, icy, rain of death and had a look at some of the shops. Christmas music is blaring, and all around people are yelling ‘Irashaimase’!!! (welcome)

 This song is blaring EVERYWHERE… at first it makes you want to stab someone in the face, but then after a while (after hearing it about 10 times), it kinda grows on you. (note, this is just the version used by ‘Docomo’ – a Japanese telecommunication company, buuuut, you get the idea)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcDYj4jqCVY

The cold became so painful, we decided we would unfortunately just have to go and get some dessert. We went to an extraordinary dessert restaurant which served the most intricate delicasies laden with strawberries, fresh, sweet whipped cream, and chocolate.

Almost all of the restaurants you pass in the street are fronted by display boxes, sporting plasticised versions of all of the meals they serve.

The rain continued to increase in vigour, and in fear of missing the last service, we called it a night, and bid farewell to our friends. After getting off at our station, the downpour hadn’t subsided at all. My high heels were all wet and squelchy inside. So, I walked home in bare, frozen feet (I feared that gangrene would set in), huddled under Dana’s umbrella, pulling myself into him as tight as I could.

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Duffy and Daniel Joy

Tuesday 21.12.2010

Today we caught a train to Akihabara to hang out with our friends; Duffy and DJ. Even though this was only our second day in Tokyo, we were still excited to be spending time with some friends.

Akihabara is a technology mecca. It boasts some of the largest hi-fi/tech stores in the world.

Yodobashi – Akiba

I was very excited to purchase my very first DSLR – a Canon 550d, for about half the price it would have been had I bought it in Australia. I bought it at Yodobashi-Akiba. I am still squealing with excitement.

Akihabara also boasts about a trillion gaming arcades. Admittedly, these are pretty darn cool. The curious thing about them though, is the fact that they are FULL of grown ups. I played my hand at Tetris (arguably the best game in the world), and beat two of the boys. I win. Yussss.

THE best and most hilarious game in the world lives here in Tokyo. It is called, ‘Angry Dad’. The aim of the game is to create a path (as destructive as you can) of wreckage, by angrily turning up a table (please see ‘exhibit A’).

Exhibit A: Dana and Duffy – Hai Chi-zu! (Say CHEESE!)

You choose the setting you want – whether it be at the morgue, in the dining room with the family, or in the office. Then the computer screen plays out a scenario for you, and at just the right time, you SLAM your palms down on the table in front of you to get everyone’s attention. Then you use as much brute force as possible to fling the table up (please see ‘exhibit B’).

Exhibit B: Duffy slamming the table up

A scene will then play out on the screen to show you how many people you knocked out, how many windows you broke, how many pieces of furniture you destroyed, etc etc. Bonus points are given for wrecking key items.

WTF???

*NOTE TO SELF: As I soon found out, unless you can read and understand Kanji, there is no real aesthetic  difference between the following establishments:

-          A multi-level super anime store,

-          a karaoke bar,

-          a electronics shop,

-          a gaming arcade, and;

-          a porn shop.

Failure to keep this in mind whilst traveling in Tokyo will result in poignant embarrassment, for reasons I need not explain.

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Sorting things out.

Tokyo. What a mezmerising place. I am besotted and amazed. It was everything I had hoped it would be, and more.

We have arrived in New York tonight. It is 10.30pm Christmas night.

After having 13 hours to kill on the plane, I have finally sorted out this blog posting thing. I have written a few posts, so I have some up my sleeve for when I am too busy to sit down and write.

I will endevour to upload one post everyday, with photos of course.

Dana and I are doing well, but quite exhausted. We have checked ourselves into a lovely hotel near Madison Ave in Manhattan. We’re looking forward to a big sleep, as we stayed awake on the plane to help our bodies adjust to the NY timezone. As I type, it is 1.53 pm in Brisbane, Australia.

It feels strange to be going to bed when I should be out getting a coffee or having lunch.

Please keep all your lovely comments coming. It is nice to know that you are reading all this!

xo

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