After settling the stomach for good on the wheel, we took the subway to Chinatown.
Yokohama's Chinatown ... I thought there were more people!
At the time I thought it was the fault of the rain, but apparently the neighborhood was emptied after a case of food poisoning over the last year ....
... I discovered this after having ate, let alone if I get a story like this before! Luckily I'm here to tell due to the mother with a strong stomach and office hygiene Japanese! (Although the food was not 'I'm much .___.)
This oggettino dervish of death in the butt and throw scenerio without dirtying the honorable way to make Japanese as well ... smell your pocket or your purse. I do not understand if they do to convince you to stop or to flourish in the detergent industry.
Another thing that I can not comprehend is the flyer.
Here, the flyer is done by giving packets of tissues with advertisements printed on the packaging. So far, so good, indeed, great! I trimmed at least something that does not throw away the first opportunity!
The absurd thing is that in Japan ... to blow your nose in public is considered the most disgusting thing a person can do! So why 'handkerchiefs ?!??!
last, promised absurdity worthy of relevance (if I were to tell all the nonsense I've seen in a single week would end up writing yet another book on Japan), is the superstition related to the number 4:
by us is 17, is 4 of them, because you can read his "yon" and "shi" and the latter means "death." So, to prevent someone from accidentally read a 4 "shi" when he sees it, say, in a parking lot, but do not write the number "yon" in katakana alphabet!
Here the evidence behind my house
Sunday, April 5 h.23.00
Today was nice weather and the cherry trees were in full bloom, so we decided to visit us and go to the park to take a picnic!
was me, Nick, two of my housemates better known as the "Italian" and "the Swiss", Andy and Eric, whom I am fine, and Jun Pinbo (even if the name does not appear to have both my fellow uni in Venice).
Too bad it was Sunday, and something like a million Japanese had the same idea.
The cherry blossoms were beautiful, looked like pink clouds. Too bad the bloom lasts only a few days! We ate at several stalls (a sale of the fish literally impaled on a skewer, covered in salt and cooked on the grill, that only Jun has had the courage to eat). I took the nikuman (Chinese buns made of a sponge that seems filled with meat and milk), the takoyaki (octopus balls), a green tea ice cream, and other stuff that not even remember. Since I'm here I do nothing but eat, but luckily so much that way disposed of immediately. They also become addicted to green tea, here it costs like water. Now that I think about it, I do not drink a sip of water since I got off the plane! On Sundays in the parks
Japanese can see everything: people with dogs absurd (one looked like a cross between mouse, a rat, a sheep and chiwawa), people with ferrets on a leash ... but above all ... The Japanese ROCKABILLY waged within SWING TO THE RHYTHM OF ELVIS!
I can not express in words the beauty and trashaggine of these men and then let the photos speak for me! Wladi you had to be there ...
After the park we went to "Ameyoko Arcade, a busy pedestrian street with shops and stalls selling trinkets, frozen fish and T-shirts for tourists. It seemed like a Moroccan market pulled a little 'a polished, with the clerks perched on a ladder or standing on a box shouting out offers of the day, inviting the Foreword to honor their shop a visit.
It is incredible that in Tokyo there are such different quarters, as if pieces of the puzzle of New York, Rome and Baghdad were mixed together and combined into one figure.
(this guy turned to the people who made the picnic fee singing songs XD)
Monday, April 6
The school starts tomorrow, so today ... shopping!
We went to Harajuku, the fashion district craziest Japanese I'm not trying to please me if you do not want to end up having to ask the consulate to return because I ran out of money.
is practically a small Camden Town to the Japanese, with lots of bright beautiful beings who do not even try to describe. Harajuku my motto is: "If it costs less than 300 yen in doubt, buy!" (300 yen will be about 2 €), and now I have wonderful things as a mirror handbag shaped cookie ... After
vented (but not at all satisfied), our worldly desires in Harajuku, we went to the nearby "Meiji Shrine" to pretend to purify our souls ... and then go to Kabukicho, Shinjuku slum, a walk among the local Japanese Strip managed by the yakuza, the video store hard, Host clubs, Muji (??), though it was daytime so there was nothing open. There were a lot of Hosts who strolled around and stopped the girls to invite them to their room. No comment. I also do I need a flyer ...
