so I didn’t actually lose my camera – ta da! I can go back to smugly thinking my brothers are the forgetful ones in our family.
I’ve placed photos throughout my posts of the trip to Japan – which feels like a very weird and wonderful dream now, from rainy Melbourne. (Much like the man who dreamed of being a butterfly, special k finds coming back to life here more of a dream.)
Here are some pics of the place we stayed in Tokyo, and our first ramen meal.
And because I’m not entirely sure where it fits in, some shopping madness that came over me in Don Quijote. Much, much worse than opp-shop fever. I ended up buying two of the three – can you possibly pic the two slightly less-ugly sisters?
Today was a good day. Mostly it was filled with shopping. Then more shopping. And then when my feet were about to start dripping battery acid we shopped some more.
I think it’s been our attempts to shop and our utter inability to do so with any conviction whatsoever that have chewed up our days. But no more! Our bags are about twice as heavy as they were yesterday.
My favourite moment by far was when special k was trying on a shirt and the shop assistant – lovely, tall Japanese boy dressed goth-classy – started playing barbie dolls with him. The shop assistant was evidently bored and saw some fun to be had.
You have to understand at this point that Japanese guys aren’t afraid of dressing up. The men’s clothing is surprisingly difficult to distinguish from the lady’s. So special k grinned in a kind of polite horror as the shoppie draped a cloth vest over the shirt, tightening and ruffling various parts of it for greatest aesthetic effect. Add a black brimmed hat and the rather pushy suggestion of a coin pendant and different jeans and you have, as he put it “Japanese fashion.”
The day ended in a place called 8-bit cafe, where special k beat a Japanese woman at Street Fighter. (Ten points if you can guess which character he was playing.)