mart 13/04/10: Tokyo Tower.
And 'officially the last day, and again between rain and other commitments we went to Tokyo Tower. Today there is also the sun, there is no better day than this to make the latest attempt to see the cursed mountain .. But the first step due to the post office (which opens at 10 am) to send the postcards. Find a post office is almost impossible because of our ignorance about how it could be the symbol of Japan Post. Fortunately, a salarimen, first try to explain, then saw our looks completely lost and needy of his own volition decided to accompany us to the threshold. As we let ourselves be guided pass in front of a Pachinko, still closed, but the absurdly already Jappe line up outside to enter, run by a row buttafuori.Arriviamo to me, I stand in line, the system is ultra fast, in less than two minutes are in front of a cashier, ask how much it costs to send the cards in Italy and she takes the calculator shows me the number, I decided to send them all, for the simple fact that sending a postcard from Japan to Italy is what the Italian postal mail, even a little 'less. I do not know whether to admire their fast and efficient service and feel shame for our own, or just ashamed of inflated prices for poor service that we (the last one that happened to my aunt that I am able to lose a recommended .. A REGISTERED ! If even that mail is more secure, I do, I start to take things in hand ???). However, the transaction is completed postcards, there is nothing else than to go to Tokyo Tower.
Alberto has a plan, which I welcome and needed my cooperation to implement it, the attack on the Tokyo Tower by Godzilla. The monster we have it, I took it on the first night in a flea market, the Tokyo Tower is, you only need find the right angle to take photos of the attack. Meanwhile we carry out this delicate operation we can distract (!) And make them laugh a shipyard workers who were placing a road, we stopped by Vecchini pleased Godzilla to see Westerners admire (and who kindly took a picture there, but in return they too have a photo with Godzilla). Upon completion of his shots I have an idea .. why do not we do our star viewing with the attack on Tokyo from Tokyo Tower? Promoted, and here we are to take the elevator with the ticket for both observers (a lower place, the other top one) disguised in a basket with our Godzilla, or as pronounced Japponia: Gojilla. When we bring it out in the viewer and the madness, American tourists, old ladies, female students, all looking at us and admire the idea, some are fun, makes us compliments, who wants to a photo with the star. Basically we end up passing on the Tokyo Tower throughout the afternoon, enjoying it like crazy. Meanwhile we also look at the landscape and we already have so many memories tied to the districts and some buildings. The tour ends in a cube ugly under the Tokyo Tower turned into a tourist and commercial center. My only joy was that in Tokyo I can not find a snowball, but I find there!
Outside the Tokyo Tower, we count the remaining money (just a few) and lean to buy something to eat at the Combine, we manage with beer and yakitori, skewers or fried chicken (good by the way) by spending 'trifle. We stop to eat on the benches parchettino in a cross in the middle of the whole project as if it were a piece of forest in the mountains, wonderful.
Then we cross the street without knowing it we come across another temple, the Zojo-Ji, with Jizo statues, a giant bell, package and amulets of wood. We admire the composition Temple - Tokyo Tower and head to a subway station through a new area, through a wooden door, manholes drawing manga, and some restaurant right out of comic books.
Return to the Ryokan, where unfortunately it is time to pack or gather all the entropy of the room in a bag. Almost impossible, in fact one of my purchases (few) and gifts (many) decided to leave all the towels, a bag (they had self-destructed the hinges) and a faded sweatshirt that was already prepared to sacrifice. Not knowing what the state we will be tomorrow if Satoshi is already awake and decide to take a group photo time with Satoshi and his colleague, so we'll have forever immortalized style clothes on the chair, or pink shirt, white shorts and military sock . In Suca (card meter), we have little money and charge it bothers us, then the desire is to return last night where it all began, or all'Asahi Sky Room pub, and just put your foot out already Scazzi road, almost without knowing it we end up in the equivalent del Bronx, (effettivamente la zona si era un po’ tutta degredata, le scritte occidentali erano sparite, il numero di barboni aumentano, anche se la pulizia regnava comunque), ce lo giriamo un po’, troviamo anche dei giardini, e facendo jogging arriviamo alla sala vetrosa paesaggiosa giusto in tempo per il LATODA (last order, stavolta la cameriera vedendoci ce l’ha scritto in un foglietto per farcelo leggere). Ammiriamo per l’ultima volta lo splendido paesaggio, la malinconia è ai massimi livelli, la serata non riesce ad essere carica come al solito, siamo proprio pensierosi e tristi. Nemmeno usciti di lì fermarsi a mangiare ramen in un piccolo ristorantino ci rende più felici. In piena notte ripassiamo anche dalla zona dei tempi di Asakusa, ovvero Senso-Ji, la porta Kaminarimon con la lanterna che sembra davvero riportarti alle notti di assalti organizzati da ninja e il Nakamise-Dori, che a quest’ora si riassume con un’enorme serranda abbassata. Passeggiamo anche in tanti parchetti disposti per il lungo del fiume Sumida, dove i gatti si fanno i fatti loro. Qualche jappo fa jogging notturno, qualcuno esce col cagnolino. Nemmeno l’ultimo sakè del combini riesce a salvarci la serata, siamo proprio giù. Ultima birra Combini e futon, domani si torna a casa (purtroppo).
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