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)


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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