2011/09/17

shibuya & harajuku

Rruff!
 Potentially boring day was ahead with plenty of Japanese symbols (getting more and more incomprehensive at this stage, grr...), so I protested and went with Vivien and Rin to Shibuya and Harajuku.

After visiting the famous loyal dog in Shibuya (see right photo). the huge crossing (see below) and three (!) 7-floor department stores with clothes, clothes, clothes and clothes, we ventured towards Harajuku.

On the way we sort of stumbled in to an Indian Food Festival, where Japanese women were dancing Indian belly dance in the tune of the masala smell that was all around. Then before we knew it there was doner kebab and we seemed to have landed in Turkey. Just as we accepted this fact, the sign said Vietnamese Festival '11 and the place was filled with Vietnamese food stands, performances and people. Once we managed to find our way out we remembered that, actually, this was Japan. Culturally confused if not before!
Kurakura photo

On the way to Harajuku we stopped by a Meiji temple (see below) which was very traditional indeed. Harajuku itself was nice. Loads of cheap shops with shoes, clothes etc. And kurakura. This fantastic invention is sort of like passport photo machines, although bigger. You take photos, the machine airbrushes them into amazingness and then you can decorate it however you want. It looks semi-freaky, 100% awesome! It's impossible to look bad in these photos. Honestly!

All in all a brilliant day but no studying done. Now onto learning 10 Hiragana symbols. There are so many left I'm starting to doubt I will be able to learn them all in time! Might not be a good idea to start cheating on Day 1. Got a couple of days left though so maybe.
Shibuya crossing





Meiji temple entrance
































A couple was getting married at the temple and, creepy tourist as I am, I snuck up as close as I could without attracting their attention and snapped a shot. Awesome dress and beautiful robe on the guy.










Harajuku
Jo x

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