the journey continues. . .
day three began at the imperial palace, which i am sure is amazing. . . as tourists, however, we were only able to see . . . precisely what you see in the pictures below. . . a guy on a horse, some lovely gardens, and the outer walls. . .



after that exciting experience, we moved on to join the rest of japan under the cherry blossoms. . . ueno park was absolutely packed with business men and tourists and families having hanami (cherry blossom viewing) parties. . . i happen to enjoy the less crowded versions experienced by those of us in the inaka. . . but it was not an event to be missed. . . rows of pink are always a nice touch after a dull winter. . .

once we decided that we had enough of the crowds, we headed out to asakusa. . . asakusa was actually one of the first places i went when i came to japan. . . my first night in tokyo, toshi met me at the hotel where i had orientation and asked me what i wanted to do (to which i had absolutely no reply). . . i was so jet lagged. . . all i remember doing was falling asleep on the subway and toshi asking “大丈夫?” (are you okay?) a million times. . .i was exhausted and completely overwhelmed by the lights and language and complete change of my surroundings. . .
this trip to tokyo, one year and seven months later, was so different from those first two days in japan. . . the big surprises this time came not from the differences in language, food, money, or culture in general but instead from the move from rural japan (my town of 5,000 people scattered throughout the mountains) to one of the largest cities in the world. . .
anyway. . . after asakusa. . . we continued to ginza, which is possibly the ritziest area of tokyo. . . prada, gucci, etc., etc. . . .i don’t think that we were particularly impressed. . .
instead of spending a fortune at ginza, we made a trip back to akihabara (the electronic district). . . only at night this time. . . all the techies were out and about. . . some people in japan are insanely obsessed with manga (japanese comics) and game centers. . . it’s kind of a crazy side culture. . . anyway, nina and i managed to sneak in one round of DDR (dance, dance, revolution) – which i am absolute crap at despite being a dancer. . .as we were browsing around, we eventually found a maid café. . . we considered going in but thought it would be weird to have a girl wait on us and call us master or whatever it is they do. . . one guy was playing a card game with his personal maid. . . kind of odd. . . but fun to see anyway. . . (sorry, no pictures. . . although we probably could have requested to have our picture taken with them if we went in and ordered something). . . yeah, so. . .
thursday, we had plans to meet up with nina’s friend, anthony, who is in the navy. . . when we got to the main station, someone informed us that there had been a suicide attempt in the morning which threw all the train schedules off. . . the news of the attempted suicide didn’t surprise me too much but the mans almost casual tone in telling us this did. . . kind of like it was just another day. . .

after a few minutes our train arrived and we were able to make it down to the base at tokyo bay. . . anthony showed us as much as he could on our tour of the base. . .followed by lunch at taco bell and shopping at the base’s walmart type store, which only accepted american money!. . . it’s always so strange to see these mini-americas inside japan. . .
after that taste of home, we went back to tokyo. . . and i went to a dance lesson!!! . . . my instructor recommended a studio called aoyama dancing square where a lot of professional dancers teach. . . i took advanced jazz with YOUYA, who was amazing and amusing. . .BUT. . . the classes are all open (as in anyone can take any day). . . so the day i went there happened to be forty-five students in the class!!! that is a very, very, very large class. . . it is extremely difficult to move with that many bodies crammed into such a small space. . . just one of those experiences that made me thankful to be where i am in kochi with amazing teachers and rarely more than eight students in a class (and sometimes as few as two). . .
to be continued. . . only one more entry about tokyo. . .