Pink and Hanging Upside Down

Yikes, Japan has got a lot of pink. I thought that that colour would have limits, but Harajuku just seemed to have applied it by the bucket. The place is also littered in Crêpe shops, which I haven’t really seen anywhere else in Japan. Not particularly good crêpes considering that they all need to contain about a kilo of cream, but Crêpes nonetheless. What Harajuku did well though was weird clothes. Which is why I went to the local park for three hours.

After being at this park for three hours, there was a random announcement telling us that this was a spiritual site, and that you therefore shouldn’t do any sports, gaming, eating or anything like that there. Sitting there and relaxing seemed to be acceptable if the people around me where anything to go by, but I still felt a little awkward reading my guide and looking things up.

I seem to have formed a lot of traditions for when I go to Tokyo. One of them involves going to Odaiba and adoring the Rainbow Bridge. Which is where something surprising happened: it was actually rainbow! At least, the night illumination was. It’s finally living up to its name after it was named the Rainbow Bridge by the popular vote.

I also made the dumb decision to go on the various rides in Joypolis, with my travel companion who doesn’t know what motion sickness is. One of the rides had the ability to do a barrel roll which gave me some trouble, and gave me even more trouble when it didn’t stop spinning with just one 360 degree roll at a time. It was a lot of fun, but the music rhythm stuff certainly had me going more last night. At least, after the after effects started settling properly in and I realised that my brain was starting to fail.

But Odaiba finally provided the long sought after Shinkansen Chicken Sponge Cake things. I was starting to worry that I would have to travel to their origin, Hakata station, which would have been quite a bit of a detour.