02/04/10 Friday: Akihabara and Harajuku neighborhoods
Morning in Harajuku, we arrive at the metro station which is next to the bridge leading to the Meiji-Jingu, is the area in which we will return to visit the park and because in weekend the bridge is frequented by followers of cosplay. In practice you out you go toward the bridge and cross the road via a overpass. Shopping for clothes the most extreme and crazy everything is concentrated in a street in Harajuku, where shops extend from the basement to the fourth floor. Gothic Lolite, candy girls, punk, rockabilly, cosplayer, they are all here to make their purchases. The orders are from the sugar loaf are beautiful, gentle and extremely smart and rigged in detail. Like a good woman could not make me miss the purchase of a plush-cat, a bag-bat and a canary-cage-pendant. Prices are not bargain, but if you calculate how much we would pay the same thing in Italy, yes, are lower.
Now the day is clearly devoted to shopping, then we also throw in the electronics district, Akihabara, later nicknamed AkiaVara, due to the 7-storey sex shop that meets shortly after exiting the subway. We can not go into a place where two floors are dedicated to DVD, 2 fancy plans, a plan to lingerie, a plan and a plan to split ai cosplay succinti. Pazzesco! In particolare siamo rimasti colpiti da diverse cose tra cui: la macchina spara seghe.. ebbene sì, un meccanismo composto da una mano di plastica regolabile che vi lascio immaginare qual è il suo compito. Non era già abbastanza trash la macchina in sé, era straordinario come fosse allegato anche un video dimostrativo interpretato da una modella davvero poco guardabile, e un uomo normalissimo vestito da impiegato. Fighe di plastica, che per far vedere com’erano composte all’interno vi era esposta una simpatica sezione (che somigliava a della trippa cruda.. bleah). Video porno in cui le donne fanno facce sofferenti durante l’atto, e si lamentano quasi piangendo (???). Poi le centinaia di divise (I could not resist to try to cop the Japanese, the problem was the sides, make it impossible to enter into a one size fits all Japanese!), And skimpy cosplay, the 30% discount on the purchase if it helps you did a photo wearing it in the dressing room test .. Japs and all purchasers (mainly salarymen) very serious in front of anything, even the (to us) and more absurd. Of course there were the envelopes Classicon as weight in gold with the linen of the students (enclosed in each envelope of the photo-in theory-owner of the underwear), and even at lower prices, mixed with linen envelopes without photos . Let's get out of this madness, leaving as a sign of our passage a vibration test that we could not turn off the display shelves (and hence continued to issue a VRRRRR a mo 'cell phone vibrating on the table .. of course we went out whistling while Jappe neighbors looked around wondering where it came from the noise). Our journey continues through the duty free shops, shopping-themed comics, and especially for a little 'we are engulfed by the vortex game room. Like most things in general in Tokyo, are in most plans, there are usually close-ups of the machines with which you have to take games by pitchfork-plush-covered-miniature-gadgets that while in Italy it is usually impossible take something, given that the clamps are slow, the machines do not respond well, in Japan it's difficult, but easily possible, in fact, the first attempt, I tried it, believing that more out of curiosity, to take a big cat plush black giant, and I did it! Indeed at the time when it came down an order of the games room (in uniform, as any salesman anything Jappe) with a tambourine in her hands, singing a song, and all Jappe around me clapped his hands! While they did not know what to do to the embarrassment of this mini little party the clerk took the cat broke it put in a plastic bag to deliver it. The other floors have not played particularly ahead of our level cabins with guns and so on., although of course they have many, including, sympathetic to the Japanese drumming that I have obviously played! I do not even tell you which are monstrous Jappe to play, are the highest levels with a precision crazy.
conclude this day with the Karaoke, easily recognizable by their blue signs and glossy white stucco interiors with high-relief sculptures reminiscent of Greek and Roman art (I think it's a chain, in Tokyo I have seen so many)!
In Japan, you know what are the locations where you welcome your presence if they are foreign or not written in Roman characters. The karaoke part of the places where there are no written character Romania as the prices (but do not understand time zones, because according to the time where you go, there are significant price differences, for example if you go at night, like us, you pay a lot), and even better, one of the cashiers it is virtually impossible to understand in English.
Good thing between us was Elisa, a student of Japanese in more than one state has managed to unravel with excellent results, so we can learn the prices and book a room, which reveals a small room in which barely manage to keep everyone. To use the elevator to get hyper-sounding when you cross the weight limit. We have 2 accounts, and how we can cheating on our weight, and fail to give weight to Jappe, though the elevator is a bit 'too sensitive, then we deduce that either is set wrong, or the Jappe really weigh a lot, maybe even inside are compressed. Once in the closet full of colored lights and a huge tv, there is the problem of operating the remote-dash space. Here, too, Elisa has saved us looking for a Jappo that could teach us to use, and here is the climax of Karaoke: Vanessa picks up the microphone, already connected to the system, then layer with a volume, said, "I always wanted to do : BUUUURRRPPPP (= onomatopoeia of a huge belch) ", of course, proprio in quell’esatto momento, un jappo modello salarymen, si affaccia nella stanza, specifico che la porta era accanto alle casse, quindi il suo orecchio sinistro è stato letteralmente investito da una gigante onda sonora ruttosa, e tutto quello che ha potuto fare è stata un’espressione pari pari alle faccine dei manga di massimo stupore/scandalo/compatimento, insomma solo la sua faccia valeva il carissimo biglietto del Karaoke. Passiamo 10 minuti a rotolarci dal ridere mentre Elisa comprende il funzionamento del computerino, e iniziamo: Phil ci regala un classicone, mentre io non resisto alla Starway to Heaven, e commetto parecchi errori: non aver considerato che la canzone è tradotta in base midi (assoli compresi) che è almost as creepy, all the songs are lifted in tone (but the entries have Jappe more acute?), the text is not correct (but where the avran ???), got last and fatal error ask for help in throwing a duet with Albert, who in addition to not remember it, well, then you could not miss to finish the sentences for the laugh. Run away while the others sing, again because of time underground. We end with the classic beer Combine - Futon.
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