A Lovin’ Spoonful of Summer in the City (1)
The past few days have felt like trying to squeeze in as much good usage of our remaining freedom – classes start in two days now. Tomorrow there’s a sprawling opening ceremony, the sum of its higgedly parts taking up a good half of the new day.
Exploits of the past week (almost!) included several trips to sort out getting a phone…
^ A – get this – MOVING sign from Kawasaki.
^It was coming up to “Respect for the Elderly Day”, so there were advertisements everywhere trying to flog the presents-to-your-grandfolks angle. Granted, this was a very cute attempt, non?
Whilst waiting for phones to be sorted Mo, Sandra & I explored the underground mall, lit like a broken Christmas tree and stuffed with all manners of things.
All the bigger towns to the fat metropolis of Tokyo are flooded in noise: the voices of objects warning you to watch your step, that the doors are opening, the voices of the people welcoming you to their store as you enter, leave and nay every moment in between. Songs for adverts push into the overall feeling of decibels, until they get lodged in your head for the rest of the day.
Suffice to say, I haven’t adjusted to this pollution of sound yet. I’m hoping eventually I will learn some way to tune it out, because with the constant mass of people (who’s crash course trajectories one must diligently avert on pain of bad-gaijin-deathstares), and all the ads, sometimes my brain just wants to shut down. Like an information overload, just pull the plug. Reboot. It gets tiring pretty fast.
Fortunately there was some respite…
^The Iced Matcha Latte Frappicino (try and say that without your teeth!), came highly reccomended, and I would definately pass that on. It was deliciouss! Matcha (or maccha) is typically translated as ‘green tea powder’, but the variety you’ll find in icecream, Starbucks macaroons or certain latte frappes is much sweeter than the taste of ordinary green tea.