I have a lot to say about Tokyo, most of which I will probably say very soon in this space. But for now: Tokyo, Japan is weird in every single way I could possible have wanted it to be, and a weekend is nowhere near enough time to revel in its glorious absurdities. That said, we certainly did try–I don’t think I’ve ever travelled so hard, hoofed around that much of a city, nor seen so many things in so little time. I was well-fed and well-weirded and my eyeballs were never without things to gawp at. Every last yen I spent (and that’s a lot, because, as you may already know, HOLY CRAPBALLS Japan is expensive) was worth it for an unyielding battery of bizarre. Let us feast our eyes on both the nutty and the pretty, both of which Tokyo has in abundance.
Unlike China, which thrashed me mercilessly for my lack of Mandarin ability, Japan was delightfully accessible to the Japaneseless idiot abroad. People were more than willing to embrace and commune with my boorish pointings and grunts, and many restaurants blessedly, stupendously had vending machine devices for all of their food. Put in your money (get rid of all of your coins), get a ticket, hand ticket to food people, stand around forlornly until they gesture you to your dish. Convenient!
It’s time for a mid-post shrine and temple toga party. Get your festive hats!
The wash-station in front of most of the shrines had a very particular ritual in terms of dipping and washing and rinsing and then gargling but not drinking the water. Also, it was generally picturesque.
This is my travel-buddy for Tokyo, Thanh, who has been mentioned in these electronic pages before. She found us the Tokyo Parasite Museum, the banana vending machine, and a prison/hospital themed bar where we were locked in cages. She knows where to find the weird.