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friezaess Today I went out to Odaiba on a monorail... and yes the track did bend. It did this massive loop up towards the Rainbow Bridge that was a little like being on a really boring rollercoaster.
But you most likely don`t care about the gigantic ferris wheel I went on or the Toyota showroom where you could go for a test drive.
I was about to transfer to a train bound home from Ginza station, but the bright lights enticed me far too much.
I accidently found myself in a theme cafe. I was just walking along when I saw a cool sign with `PRINCESS HEART` on it, and all of a sudden there were girls in pink maids outfits taking my coat whilst Disney songs played in the background.
Butler girl: *deep and meaningful speech about how any woman, no matter how young or old can be a princess*
Me: :D Wakarenai. [stop looking at me expectantly you crazy Jap, I need subtitles.]
I got a photo with one of the girls but I look awful in it... I dare anyone to keep a straight face when a cute guy has just asked you to say `BI-TA-BI-BA-TA-BI-BU`.
I also discovered a multi-story toy store. Oh Japan, I love that the only people in your kiddy-orientated shops are adults <3 If I have a spare 15000yen by the end of my trip I shall buy that meter-tall Brachiosaurus comprised entirley of blinking LEDs.
But you most likely don`t care about the gigantic ferris wheel I went on or the Toyota showroom where you could go for a test drive.
I ended up going to an onsen of sorts.
For once, I was the prude. It was me and my tiny little towel versus the pancake-chests of Japan. Boys, these places aren`t nearly as steamy (lol) as you might imagine. The younger women walked around attempting to cover their bits and pieces whilst the obaa-san populace was content to let it all hang out. I have vivid memories of cellulite waving in the breeze.
Actually, there were more stalls and food places in the onsen complex than there were baths. LoL, marketing.
For once, I was the prude. It was me and my tiny little towel versus the pancake-chests of Japan. Boys, these places aren`t nearly as steamy (lol) as you might imagine. The younger women walked around attempting to cover their bits and pieces whilst the obaa-san populace was content to let it all hang out. I have vivid memories of cellulite waving in the breeze.
Actually, there were more stalls and food places in the onsen complex than there were baths. LoL, marketing.
I was about to transfer to a train bound home from Ginza station, but the bright lights enticed me far too much.
I accidently found myself in a theme cafe. I was just walking along when I saw a cool sign with `PRINCESS HEART` on it, and all of a sudden there were girls in pink maids outfits taking my coat whilst Disney songs played in the background.
Butler girl: *deep and meaningful speech about how any woman, no matter how young or old can be a princess*
Me: :D Wakarenai. [stop looking at me expectantly you crazy Jap, I need subtitles.]
I got a photo with one of the girls but I look awful in it... I dare anyone to keep a straight face when a cute guy has just asked you to say `BI-TA-BI-BA-TA-BI-BU`.
I also discovered a multi-story toy store. Oh Japan, I love that the only people in your kiddy-orientated shops are adults <3 If I have a spare 15000yen by the end of my trip I shall buy that meter-tall Brachiosaurus comprised entirley of blinking LEDs.
