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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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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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Day Won.

Have I ever mentioned just how incredibly much I enjoy picking my nose??

Well, I do.

12 near sleepless hours on a plane + wandering around Asakusa for hours on end = Greatest. Boogers. Ever.

I can not believe how awesome today has been. And, wow, days go so much longer when you get up so early. I’ve learnt that from staying at my best friend’s house so often (think, two small children at the crack of dawn).

The biggest challenge today was tackling the trainlines to our hostel. We got lost. :( It was quite bewildering not having any clue whatsoever as to where the heck we were going. At one sad point, we mistook ‘Exit A4′ (which we eventually figured was one of four exits of Asakusa station [stop number 'A18']) as train stop ‘A4′ and ended up almost at the end of the line – 14 stops away from where we should have been.

We arrived at Narita at a little after 6.00 am, went swiftly through customs, and didn’t get to the hostel until around midday. To put in a little perspective, the train ride should only have taken about 30 minutes. Golly. What silly billies we are. It was fun though.

One of the funny things so far, is the fact that we don’t know any of the language here. Everytime we want to order something, it ends up being a game of charades, and our voices get louder and louder (as if we think that loud English is more understandable than English spoken like a normal person).

Upon arriving at the correct station, I pulled out the map showing us how to get to Sakura Hostel (which by the way, I highly recommend, but I might elaborate on that later). We were delighted at this map’s treasure hunt-esque, step-by-step directions. And since so many of you four loyal blog-followers have insisted that we update you regularly on where we are, here is a sample for you, with photos included, of course!  (let’s see if I can figure this photo thing out) (please don’t get your hopes up)

STEP ONE:

Take exit A4 (note, do not mistakenly misinterpret the word ‘exit’ for ‘station’), and turn right. Then turn left at the first corner and walk one block.

STEP TWO:

You will see a large red wooden gate (Kiminari-mon gate) on the other side of the street. Cross the street and go through the gate.

(the above pose is for Georgia)

STEP THREE:

You will get to a market street with souveneir shops on both sides – this is called Nakamise-dori. Walk straight down the market street and through another wooden gate and you will reach Sensoji temple.

STEP FOUR:

When you hit the Sesoji temple, turn left and find an amusement park with a tall tower (Hanayashiki amusement park). Go around the temple clockwise [by this point, I am beginning to feel like I am in an incredibly slow version of 'The Amazing Race'].

STEP FIVE:

Walk on the left side of the temple and find a small bridge. Cross the bridge and head straight.

STEP SIX:

You see the amusement park entrance on your right. Pass the entrance and follow the road straight, keeping the amusement park on your right.

(I know it doesn’t look like much of an amusement park, more like a mini-carnival.)

STEP SEVEN:

Take a hard right at the corner, keeping the park to your right.

STEP EIGHT:

(Are you still reading? Is this as boring as all heck?)

Walk down the narrow street and you will see Sakura Hostel Asakusa on your left – it’s the large pink building!

(Not the greatest picture, I know, but you get the idea.)

As we walked into the lobby, we were met by one of the most excitable faces probably in all of Japan! He reminded me immediately of Hiro Nakamura from ‘Heroes’ (don’t bother with season two). He was amazed that the holes in Dana’s ears weren’t buttons, but massive plugs to stuff his massive gaping ear holes.

At this point, I was excruciatingly sad to be alerted by my camera that its battery was about to run out. BAH! WHYDIDN’TICHARGEITYESTERDAY!

However, after regaining my composure, Hiro kindly offered to charge the battery for me while me and Mydana went out for a bite to eat. And luckily I had my iphone with me, so was able to get some photos afterall.

I am going to try and post as much as I can, hopefully once every couple of days or so.

Tomorrow, Dana and I are going on another adventure into commercialcrazycapitalistheavenland and meeting up with an old friend, Duffy. I am looking forward to this very much, as it has been a long while since last seeing him. But Duffy is just one of those friends who you can see once in six months (even though you’d much rather see him more often), and it will still be as if you saw him yesterday. So lovely and kind. He also does great impersonations of people/characters.

But for now, I am going to have an early night (relax, it is only Monday afterall), and until next time, I will leave you with this…

(Sorry about grainy-ness, was taken on my Iphone, you see. What a hobo.)

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