starting with promotional commitments tied to the
WCS we get to go on the ritual trip to the Capital.
Two carefree days which we use between cultural visits
(Asakusa Kannon temple, Tokyo Tower...) and wild shopping
in the most famous districts of the megalopolis: Akihabara
(realm of otaku and electronics), Shinjuku
and Harajuku, paradise of shopping and entertainment,
where we actually see ganguro and gals and we taste
many goodies only seen in animes: takoyaki, fried
octopus inserted on sticks like skewer for walking
around, manju (tipical sweets with bean jam filling),
grilled yakiniku etc etc...
this occasion Francesca and I purchase what will be
the vacation's torment: the masks of Hyottoko
(the Japanese drunk) and of Caroto (a four-eyed
character with waky expressions)... from now on it's
pure madness (later on even Robbberto will join us
with the mask of Hyottoko's female counterpart, alias
Entr'acte, jokes.. these masks are really useful in
any occasion and make the Japanese laugh; equipped
with these dumb masks we make spectacle of ourselves
in more than one occasion in most of our free time...
I still haven't told you that the day we were visiting
the temple of the goddess Kannon in Tokyo we ransacked
those famous sashes seen in different animes (think
for instance of Godai in Maison Ikkoku when he had
Each one has different slogans which go from Banzai
to Kamikaze and in particular mine quoted the ideograms
of "Tokko", which means "Special Attack!"
Equipped with sash, most of the Italian team wandered
around making tourists curious, people who sorta considered
us the main attraction of the tour of the temple,
and what did we do?
Well we made their day by posing Karate Kid style
worthy of being remembered.
Anyway back to our visit of
the city, the most touching thing was certainly the
legendary pedestrian crossing of Shibuya and
the statue of the Hachiko dog around which
bands of young musicians performed with their retinue.
And incidentally... you will
never believe... but... in a hotel in Tokyo... someone
stole my lingerie!!! A complete set of white lace
hung out to dry has mysteriously disappeared and no
it couldn't have fallen bellow because there was a
balcony... I have no words...