So I've been really lazy about updating this blog and I'm sorry for people who actually wanted to know what's going on.
ANYWAY.
I went to Tokyo and that was awesome. It was a little bit warmer, which was nice and Katy let me crash on her floor. Although getting to Katy's was a bit of an adventure. I got into Tokyo on the night bus, which meant it was like 6:00 in the morning and I had to call Katy to wake her up and find out where to go next. The place Katy lives in called Musashi Koganei, but I don't know the kanji for that word so she told me to get on the train to Tachikawa. I did. Of course, I stupidly forgot that she actually lived in Musashi and was merrily headed to Tachikawa before I realised. It was no major disaster and all I had to do was switch lines, which didn't cost me anything, but I felt a bit of an idiot.
Once I actually got there, there was epic fun to be had and I saw Fran and Miles (who I didn't really know at Leeds but he's pretty awesome too) and I was given a grand tour of Tokyo's major stations.
Except Harajuku, I didn't get to go to Harajuku.
So we went to Shinjuku which was kinda nice. It's a big shopping area basically, so in terms of tourism, if shopping isn't your thing, there isn't much to do. We did go to the cinema though and watched the Professor Layton film, which was basically and hour and a half of Professor Layton being badass. And fencing with a steel pipe, because you can do that nowadays.
I say nowadays, because even though it seems like it's set some time in the past, technology is apparently advanced enough to create super-realistic robots that look, talk and act like humans and to transfer one person's memories into another person's body.
Nobody knows when these games are set.As you do.
So the film was pretty great, and we understood pretty much all of it until it got to the end because that was the point where it more-or-less went
completely insane. There were mechas. No logic was involved.
We also went to Akihabara which is nerd central. This would be wonderful except for the fact that it is
male nerd central, and male nerds and female nerds are vastly different in Japan. For one, there seems to be more of them. For another, they're far more openly perverted about it. We didn't stay there for very long, although we did accept a bunch of pamphlets from the maid girls that littered the streets because they seemed so happy when we did. I was relieved to see that they were allowed to wear coats over their uniforms, because even though it's warmer in Tokyo than it is in Akita, it was still the back end of December. It was cold, you guys.
One girl in particular ran after us because she'd noticed that Katy's shoelace was untied. How lovely is that? She did her best to say it in English as well, which would have annoyed me at the university but I don't mind people in Tokyo assuming that I can't speak Japanese. It is tourist central after all.
Speaking of which, I had to stop myself from grabbing Katy and going "Look! Foreigners!"
Let me explain. Akita is pretty small and doesn't get many foreigners. If I'm in Akita city and I see someone who is foreign, they probably come from the university and I recognise their faces. In Tokyo, however, I'm seeing foreigners I don't know at all.
This was a surreal experience for me.
Back on to the topic of nerds, we also went to Ikebukuro, which is home to Otome Road, which is female nerd central and contains no maids at all.
It is almost impossible to find. It also has a large doujinshi shop which I was excited about, because I've never really found a decent amount of doujin anywhere.
[Note: Doujinshi is self-published manga. It is often a fan-work of previously published manga or anime and is extremely cheap because it's usually quite short.]
A lot of doujinshi tends to be boys-love, but if you look closely you can find friendship based stuff. It doesn't often have much of a plot, given that the length limits the amount of story you can actually have. The art tends to be nice though and it's pretty cute and fluffy stuff generally. You have to keep an eye out for the mature rated stuff though, because the Japanese are into some weird things, and they aren't nearly so reserved about it as you'd think. You have to be careful if you don't want to end up with brain-scarring.
Anyway, unsurprisingly, Otome Road is much smaller than Akiba. The guys get most of a district, the girls get half a road. It kind of sucks, but maybe it'll expand over time.
Maybe.
Ikebukuro is pretty nice though. It's pretty busy, though not nearly on the scale of Shibuya, which I'll tell you about in a minute, but there's things to do and see, so it's good for an explore. I'm going back to Tokyo with Andrew in March and the hostel we're staying at is in Ikebukuro. Peter recommended it, it looks nice, and the internet is free.
So at some point, we went to Shibuya. You kind of have to go to Shibuya in the evening, that's when it's all lit up and beautiful. I stepped out of the station and my jaw literally dropped. "Oh my God" may have been uttered at some point. We didn't stay for very long, because other than being impressed at things, there didn't seem to be an awful lot to do. We took a picture with Hachiko and went up the 109 building, which is shops, shops and more shops.
Hachiko, by the way, is a famous Akita dog that was so faithful to its master that long after he died, Hachiko continued to wait for him at the door of his house. When he was given away to someone else, he kept escaping to go and wait. When the dog finally realised that he wasn't coming back to the house, he went to Shibuya station to wait for him there. When Hachiko finally died, he was found on a street in Shibuya.
Hachiko's a big story for the Japanese. He's got a statue in a bunch of places and he's used as a kind of moral compass for school kids. If you don't know the story of Hachiko and you live in Japan, then you probably live under a rock. With ear-plugs.
(Also, I'm pretty sure that there's a similar story in the West but I can't remember the name of the dog. He sat at his master's grave until he died or something like that, I can't remember the whole thing.)
Moving on, eventually I had to leave and I didn't really want to but the next day was Christmas and I wanted to talk to my mum via Skype while present opening. I managed to get myself home without any problems although I was very tickled by the fact that I was sitting on the very back row in the corner. It was kind of "hide the foreign girl, she'll scare the other passengers".
I'm aware that this is likely to not be the case but the thought amused me.
SO THEN IT WAS CHRISTMAS.
Christmas was quite nice, although quite dull once I stopped being on Skype to family members. There was large amounts of chocolate and a Mr Potato Head from Phil, because I'd been complaining about the lack of potatoes in Japan. Rice is their staple food and it makes me want to jump off a cliff. I am so sick of rice, although I can tolerate it if it's onigiri, which is rice balls with stuff in it. Tuna is my favourite.
Boxing Day I went to work. I signed up for that thing with the Satellite Centre where I go and talk to people in English for three hours. It is
tiring. I've done it twice so far and I'm always checking my watch after the first hour. It's fun, but there desperately needs to be a break in there somewhere. Just like five minutes to split up the time.
Classes started a couple of weeks back. I have a lot of free time and very little homework. Japanese class is more or less the same as it used to be, we're just moving ahead in the text book. I'm the calligraphy class, which is fun, but right now we're doing this thing called Tensho style which is really odd and drives me insane. You'd think calligraphy would be relaxing right? Wrong, it's about as relaxing as the zombie apocalypse. No matter what you do, how you try to draw that one stroke, it will refuse to look how you want.
Always.
Anyway, I've been going to schools a lot lately to eat up some of this free time I have and practice my Japanese. I keep signing up to go to Oosumi Elementary School, which is where I went yesterday. Some of the kids recognised me from my previous visits, it was really nice. One kid asked if I remembered him, so I did what any responsible adult and lied my face off. You? Of course I remember you! How could I forget?
Oosumi's a nice school. There was this one little girl with her hair in pigtails who obviously really liked English and knew most of the answers. There were some bonkers kids, but it's a school, there are going to be bonkers kids. Not to mention exciting foreigners were around so oh my God! So exciting.
I now know the word for 'zebra' in Japanese. I will never forget it. EVER.
(It's shimauma if you're curious. Literally means "striped horse".)
Ayatori has also kept me busy. Aside from the learning the dance, we've visited three villages. I have to tell you, I'm really glad that we get refunded our travel expenses because getting there is expensive.
A couple of weeks ago we went to Masaka village, the preparation for which prompted this conversation:
Shimoken: "Okay, this weekend, we are going to Masaka village."
Mami: "Massacre?"
There was laughter. Funnily enough, Mami is Japanese. Her English is amazing though.
So we were driven to Masaka. Once we got there, there was a whole lot of talking. These guys speak Akita dialect and they're older so they automatically speak differently so I ended up not really listening. Fortunately I'm not the only foreigner, so they explained things to me and Katka later. We'll be going back at a later date to help them with farming. Hopefully in Spring because I'm getting really sick of my feet being so cold all the time when I'm outside. The performance went okay, but it was the new people's first one so we kept dropping things. It could have gone much better. They also fed us, which was nice, though I'm ashamed to say that I avoided the tofu and the sushi. One is raw fish and the texture of the other makes me want to throw up, I'm sorry.
Afterwards, we headed to the train station and just missed the train home, so we had to wait an hour or so, which was great, but I was freezing and the day before I'd been to a festival which was held outside in what was virtually a blizzard. We'd had to trek across a field to get there. I'm fairly certain it was the widest field in the world. This cold malarky was starting to get really old. While we were waiting, we headed to the nearest supermarket to get ingredients for a nabe party that we had that evening and stopped by a small shop where they sold Obanyaki, which is delicious. It's a sweet cake type thing, with a filling (I had cream) which is reminiscent of Yorkshire pudding, only more squishy on the inside. Apparently you can get frozen ones, so I'm gonna get some at some point and just eat them all. I was considerably happier after eating it.
The nabe party was fun too. Nabe is basically where you take a pot of stuff, throw everything in it and hope for the best. It was delicious, and one of the Japanese students contributed his flat. He had a kotatsu. Kotatsu are wonderful things. You attach it to a table and then you all sit under it in warm bliss. There's a blankety bit. When I have my own place, I am going to buy one. Even if I have to ship it over from Japan. I want one.
The next day we went to Noshiro, which is considerably bigger than Masaka. Unfortunately, we were lacking some people because we'd had the party the night before and some of them had stayed up until stupid o' clock telling ghost stories. The original plan had been to get the bus from AIU but instead we had to take Shimoken's car straight to Akita station and pay for large amounts of parking. Japanese cars aren't very big, and we had to cram six people in there. Basically, we had three people stuffed in the back, myself included, and Yuri had to lie across all our laps on the drive there. I'm pretty sure it wasn't safe but we couldn't be late. In Noshiro, we had to dance Ayatori four times, once every half hour. The audience wasn't huge and after our first two performances, there wasn't really anyone new to watch us. We did get interviewed though, and Aki was nice enough to translate for me when I could quite understand the questions and when I couldn't express myself properly in Japanese. It was warmer than the previous day, so I was happier with life.
The third village we visited was just last weekend, when we went to Kosaka village. We had to get a train to Odate (which is the furthest away we've been so far) and then we were picked up. They fed us, which was lovely, and then we had to travel even further to get to where we were going.
Fun facts about Kosaka!
They used to have a collection of about two hundred drums that have gradually been lost over the years to time, which they're trying to recover. They want us to help when it comes to the drum festival (I won't be able to participate in this, I'll have already gone home) in Summer, but not with playing the drums, just
holding them. These are some massive drums, so I think there are more people needed to hold drums than actually play them.
They make wine. I don't know if it's good wine, and I don't know if they're famous for it, but they want us to help them harvest it.
The performance went okay, but I mucked up at one point so it all went downhill from there. Afterwards, we had to leave separately, because most of the team was participating in this overnight research thing that the new people weren't involved in. Shimoken originally wanted us all to stick around but that would have been ridiculous because we would have had to occupy ourselves for several hours, with no guarantee of a warm place to do it in. Fortunately, it turned out to be impossible anyway, so we got to go home.
Our latest performance was actually at the university. We were dancing for some Taiwanese high school students who were visiting and it turned out that a bunch of people I actually knew were going to be there and good Lord, if that didn't make me nervous. Fortunately, I didn't drop anything. And we got free food, so that was cool.
I'm sure I had something else to talk about, but damned if I can remember it.