Before 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...
During 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 Okame).
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...
But 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 to study).
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...