Surreal Japan

In japan on February 13, 2010 at 9:08 am

Japan was like no place I’ve ever been to, not that I’ve been to many, but from the moment I touched down I knew I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. It felt utterly strange and surreal, so much happening, around you that it was difficult to keep up at times. Below is a list of things I found surreal/strange/weird/interesting about the land of the rising sun.

Number 1:

Everything has a jingle, supermarkets, convenience stores, shops, train announcements, everything and anything has a little upbeat happy sound to let you know where you are and what you are doing. It could drive you insane if you let it, or you can find it endearing. I’m leaning towards the endearing at this point in time, but I’m easy with being moved into the insane path.

Number 2:

Every so often in Toyko, when your riding, walking around, you get a whiff of something which burns the nostrils, super strong smell of fart bomb. You look around for who cut one, or for some sort of leaking sewer. But you can’t see one. I’ve been told the smell is actually the sewers, they were finished in the 70’s and lie too close to the surface so smells escape. I shit you not.

Number 3:

I’ve never seen so many suits in my life. I mean really so many suits, everyone wears one. Literally everyone. Head into the center of Tokyo and you’ll see suits for days. And it isn’t just confined to the financial district either, everywhere you’ll see people in suits. Another thing is that if people aren’t wearing suits, they are wearing a uniform of some kind, you can’t just work somewhere and wear what you want, oh no, you’ve got to wear a uniform, convenience store worker, uniform: check. Road construction worker, uniform: check. Cleaning crew for the Bullet Trains, uniform: check. Girl handing out flyers to electrical store, uniform: check. The need to make everyone look the same, or to look like everyone seems all powerful.

Number 4:

If your Japanese you could wear anything and no one would bat an eye. The amount of different looks you see, that range from the bizarre to the outrageous are a sight to behold. It boggles the mind, truly boggles it. I’m stunned on a minute by minute basis, and that’s just walking around Shibuya, if you head up to Harajuku, or brave the mind blowing Takeshita Dori (think of if as all the weird and wonderful of Camden, squashed into one street, with a huge dose of cute thrown in) it will literally wreck your head. So many styles, so many ideas, thought up and discarded. And before you think it’s the women dressing up for the male gaze, it’s the men as well. Look at the floating hair, the pushed and back combed, bleached and greased and tinted and spiked and so many other things.

Number 5:

They have strawberry sandwiches here. STRAWBERRIES IN A SANDWICH, with the crusts cut off.

Number 6:

The infatuation with cute can be quite overwhelming sometimes, especially when it steps into the sexually provocative. If you walk down Akihabara, you’ll be accosted by girls in some sort of sexy maid outfit, with frills, and a short skirt and knee high socks, bare thighs, preened hair and long bat lashes. But no one looks in anyway discomforted by this display and your left feeling like a lech as you try not to stare.

Number 7:

Was getting my all japan rail ticket validated when an old man came upto me and started speaking English to me. He wanted to know whether my bike was heavy or not, what I was doing with it, and why I wanted to come to Japan. I don’t know whether he was genuinely interested in the answers or was practising his English, but he did seem surprised when I told him I’d wanted to come to Japan, especially Tokyo for years. On the lightness of the bike issue, he felt it was very heavy and I told him I wasn’t worried about the weight, more the robustness of it. For a second when he spoke to me, it was like I was in the north again with someone just making conversation because they could.

Number 8:

There are fuckloads of vending machines, no corner is complete without one, and they are all maintained by different companies, you can’t walk for any length of time, like half a block without passing at least three vending machines, mostly soft drinks and coffee/tea. On a similar note, it’s the same with the convenience stores, Seven Eleven, Kunbus, Lawson, AMPM, so many to choose from and all open opposite each other, its like The Wire, where no matter which corner you set up on, someone else will try and set up opposite and take your customers. I’m expecting a masterly expose by David Simon any day now.

Number 9:

The japanese smoke like chimneys, you can’t pass any building without seeing at least a half dozen huddled figures pulling hard on the cancer sticks. Outside of work, your still allowed to smoke inside, so eating and drinking is like going back to the old school, with people lighting up and puffing away to their hearts content. But whats strange is they have smoking areas outside, which they want you to smoke in, and be a happy smoker, as well as signs which say don’t walk and smoke. Go figure.

Number 10:

Feels like there are more taxi’s than people here sometimes, different liveries, and different lights on top, but still more cabs in one spot than you would think you’d see in a lifetime in London on any busy night. Lined up three deep around the block around kicking out time in the center of town, and close to any corporate building. And most of them are refuseniks from a time before aerodynamics, big blocky square things that in a land so bound up with the future you feel these cabs should be sent leperlike to live out the rest of their days away from human eyes.

Number 11:

Tokyo’s a corporate kind of town, corporate headquarters are all over, Sony, Toshiba, Fujitec, Toyota, you name the Japanese company and their corporate headquarters is in town and lit up like a Christmas tree with their logo. They even have viewable spaces to see what marvels they have created for you. If you go into the Sony building, you can buy pretty much any of their products right then and there.

Number 12:

There are so many bikes here that, there are so many more areas where you can’t bring them, let alone ride them. Tokyo is filled with no bike signs. Maybe when bikes get to be so ubiquitous that you start to view them as a pest, or something that is just getting in the way and needs to be controlled. A few times I was told by security that bikes weren’t allowed and that I couldn’t even push it through, but had to go and lock it up outside before walking through. Strange.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: