I'm doing this slightly out of order because something really weird just happened to me.
For Christmas, Adam got me tickets to sumo yesterday, along with an all-expenses paid weekend in Tokyo. Honestly at first, I was a bit weary of the idea of seeing a bunch of fat men pushing each other, but I decided to go for the cultural experience.
Well, first of all, I met Adam in Akihabara (where the train from my city ends) and we went to possibly the only decent burger restaurant in Japan. Seattle Burger is a little restaurant that seems to know how to make a good, greasy burger along with some of the crispiest fries you could ever find, even in America. Considering McDonald's uses sausage in half of their "burgers," I was looking forward to an actual American meal.
After that, we made our way a whole two stops away to Ryogoku, where the world's largest sumo stadium... thing... is located. We arrived a couple of hours after the competitions started (it's literally an all day event), but it was still just the no-name wrestlers fighting. Most of the seats were still empty, but the fighting was pretty interesting. There were a lot of fights that were anti-climactic, but some were fairly engaging.
After an hour or so of no-names, the mid-level sumo wrestlers start. The seats also start to fill up. These fights were a bit more interesting... Some guys were literally slapping each other across the face for half of the match they were competing in.
After a couple hours of those fights, the matches between experienced wrestlers began. The place was full. Most of the fights ended much faster than those with the low-level guys, but some were exciting. The two highest ranked (who are from Mongolia, I think) were put up against some guys who were doing pretty lousy to assure them going on to fight each other. Even so, one of the highest ranked almost lost his footing a couple times, but eventually won.
We (Adam, I and 6 other people) had originally planned to go our for chanko. Chanko is a hot pot with meat and random vegetables and is known for being a traditional sumo meal. Well, every place in the area was full (and not to mention very expensive), so we wandered around a bit until we stumbled upon an Indian restaurant and settled on curry.
-Next day-
Continuing the sort of traditional weekend, I went to the Edo-Tokyo Museum, also located in Ryogoku. You start on the top floor and work your way down through time. It gives a whirlwind history from mediaeval times to fairly recently (a bit after the war), so it was pretty neat. We also went to some special exhibit that's going on now that didn't really seem to special (except for the fact that the whole thing seemed to be one huge 3-hour line to look at pictures), but afterwards we found the holy grail: A restaurant that served real Belgian waffles. OK, Japan doesn't even sell Eggo's. I haven't seen a waffle iron anywhere. The closest thing to an actual waffle I've had was a tiny little packaged waffle-like cake from a convenience store that tasted like crap. Of course we had to get waffles. (They were delicious, by the way.)
Well, to wrap up the weekend, Adam and I wandered around Akihabara a bit in search of the new Kakitori-kun game for myself (it teaches all of the kanji through high school level) and the oh-so-elusive DS Browser for Adam. After I found my game, we continued walking in the station's vicinity to look for other game stores. As we were waiting at an intersection, possibly the most horrifying thing ever happened to me.
I was standing there, minding my own business, zoning out because what else is there to do at an intersection... When suddenly I'm grabbed by the head and shaken around, all the while being yelled at in gibberish "English". What the heck? I close my eyes and try to shrink away from whoever is trying to tear my head off, and Adam and I are both in too much of a shock to really do anything for a few seconds. After I'm let go, I see a middle-aged Japanese man who is trying to communicate with us in something that he seemed to think was English. He says something like "Oh, I see" (because I guess he didn't notice the guy standing next to me?) and then "Is ok?" and starts to hold his arm out like he wants to touch me again. I'm just staring at him, completely confused and in shock. Luckily Adam was there (and thankfully calm enough to not draw any more attention to us) and told the guy that it wasn't ok to grab me again. Suddenly the guy seemed to act like nothing had happened and he tried acting like he just wanted to practice English. "How I speak?" or somesuch he tried spitting out. Adam diverted the stranger's attention away from me and told me to go somewhere else, but I was too scared to really move anywhere without being with someone I knew. After about half a minute, Adam pushed me ahead and we walked off, apparently much to the dismay of the weird man... He continued to yell, moan and scream for a few seconds as we walked off.
OK. First of all, you don't go around grabbing random white girls' heads. That isn't going to do anything for anyone. Secondly, why do you ask the guy if it's ok to touch the girl? Sorry, but it's my body, my head. If you want to get near me, ask me about it, not someone else. Thirdly, why try to pull of the stunt of acting like you're just trying to converse when you practically just got done assaulting the people you're trying to talk to? That's just stupid.
Ugh... I'm very glad, though, that I was with a guy at the time. If it was another girl, it possibly could have been messier, and if I was by myself... Well, I don't even want to think about that. So needless to say, I won't be going to Tokyo anytime soon without a guy friend... Luckily some of the guys here I hang out with plan on going there in the next month or so, so I won't have to avoid the place or anything, but... Ugh. I'm still confused by all of it.
But of course, the one bad thing that happened this weekend had to happen less than 20 minutes before I headed home. Blah. Oh well, it was still a great weekend.
Anyway, I'll update soon enough about Christmas break. I put some pictures up and will link others from Adam's account (ones with me in them, of course), so... Hopefully you enjoy. I added almost three pages of stuff (yea, I haven't uploaded any in a while), so be sure to check them all out.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/eahamilt/
Adam's stuff:
Some guy giving out free hugs in Harajuku. Notice the eye shadow.
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2377/217 8251640_8979080fec.jpg?v=0
Random group shot in Tokyo:
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2393/217 6755341_2179cc7fbd.jpg?v=0
Me taking a picture of a robot:
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2395/217 7546248_4c2fdb7d4c.jpg?v=0
For Christmas, Adam got me tickets to sumo yesterday, along with an all-expenses paid weekend in Tokyo. Honestly at first, I was a bit weary of the idea of seeing a bunch of fat men pushing each other, but I decided to go for the cultural experience.
Well, first of all, I met Adam in Akihabara (where the train from my city ends) and we went to possibly the only decent burger restaurant in Japan. Seattle Burger is a little restaurant that seems to know how to make a good, greasy burger along with some of the crispiest fries you could ever find, even in America. Considering McDonald's uses sausage in half of their "burgers," I was looking forward to an actual American meal.
After that, we made our way a whole two stops away to Ryogoku, where the world's largest sumo stadium... thing... is located. We arrived a couple of hours after the competitions started (it's literally an all day event), but it was still just the no-name wrestlers fighting. Most of the seats were still empty, but the fighting was pretty interesting. There were a lot of fights that were anti-climactic, but some were fairly engaging.
After an hour or so of no-names, the mid-level sumo wrestlers start. The seats also start to fill up. These fights were a bit more interesting... Some guys were literally slapping each other across the face for half of the match they were competing in.
After a couple hours of those fights, the matches between experienced wrestlers began. The place was full. Most of the fights ended much faster than those with the low-level guys, but some were exciting. The two highest ranked (who are from Mongolia, I think) were put up against some guys who were doing pretty lousy to assure them going on to fight each other. Even so, one of the highest ranked almost lost his footing a couple times, but eventually won.
We (Adam, I and 6 other people) had originally planned to go our for chanko. Chanko is a hot pot with meat and random vegetables and is known for being a traditional sumo meal. Well, every place in the area was full (and not to mention very expensive), so we wandered around a bit until we stumbled upon an Indian restaurant and settled on curry.
-Next day-
Continuing the sort of traditional weekend, I went to the Edo-Tokyo Museum, also located in Ryogoku. You start on the top floor and work your way down through time. It gives a whirlwind history from mediaeval times to fairly recently (a bit after the war), so it was pretty neat. We also went to some special exhibit that's going on now that didn't really seem to special (except for the fact that the whole thing seemed to be one huge 3-hour line to look at pictures), but afterwards we found the holy grail: A restaurant that served real Belgian waffles. OK, Japan doesn't even sell Eggo's. I haven't seen a waffle iron anywhere. The closest thing to an actual waffle I've had was a tiny little packaged waffle-like cake from a convenience store that tasted like crap. Of course we had to get waffles. (They were delicious, by the way.)
Well, to wrap up the weekend, Adam and I wandered around Akihabara a bit in search of the new Kakitori-kun game for myself (it teaches all of the kanji through high school level) and the oh-so-elusive DS Browser for Adam. After I found my game, we continued walking in the station's vicinity to look for other game stores. As we were waiting at an intersection, possibly the most horrifying thing ever happened to me.
I was standing there, minding my own business, zoning out because what else is there to do at an intersection... When suddenly I'm grabbed by the head and shaken around, all the while being yelled at in gibberish "English". What the heck? I close my eyes and try to shrink away from whoever is trying to tear my head off, and Adam and I are both in too much of a shock to really do anything for a few seconds. After I'm let go, I see a middle-aged Japanese man who is trying to communicate with us in something that he seemed to think was English. He says something like "Oh, I see" (because I guess he didn't notice the guy standing next to me?) and then "Is ok?" and starts to hold his arm out like he wants to touch me again. I'm just staring at him, completely confused and in shock. Luckily Adam was there (and thankfully calm enough to not draw any more attention to us) and told the guy that it wasn't ok to grab me again. Suddenly the guy seemed to act like nothing had happened and he tried acting like he just wanted to practice English. "How I speak?" or somesuch he tried spitting out. Adam diverted the stranger's attention away from me and told me to go somewhere else, but I was too scared to really move anywhere without being with someone I knew. After about half a minute, Adam pushed me ahead and we walked off, apparently much to the dismay of the weird man... He continued to yell, moan and scream for a few seconds as we walked off.
OK. First of all, you don't go around grabbing random white girls' heads. That isn't going to do anything for anyone. Secondly, why do you ask the guy if it's ok to touch the girl? Sorry, but it's my body, my head. If you want to get near me, ask me about it, not someone else. Thirdly, why try to pull of the stunt of acting like you're just trying to converse when you practically just got done assaulting the people you're trying to talk to? That's just stupid.
Ugh... I'm very glad, though, that I was with a guy at the time. If it was another girl, it possibly could have been messier, and if I was by myself... Well, I don't even want to think about that. So needless to say, I won't be going to Tokyo anytime soon without a guy friend... Luckily some of the guys here I hang out with plan on going there in the next month or so, so I won't have to avoid the place or anything, but... Ugh. I'm still confused by all of it.
But of course, the one bad thing that happened this weekend had to happen less than 20 minutes before I headed home. Blah. Oh well, it was still a great weekend.
Anyway, I'll update soon enough about Christmas break. I put some pictures up and will link others from Adam's account (ones with me in them, of course), so... Hopefully you enjoy. I added almost three pages of stuff (yea, I haven't uploaded any in a while), so be sure to check them all out.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/eahamilt/
Adam's stuff:
Some guy giving out free hugs in Harajuku. Notice the eye shadow.
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2377/217
Random group shot in Tokyo:
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2393/217
Me taking a picture of a robot:
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2395/217
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