First Sunday in Tokyo

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Sunday, July 4th, was my first full day in the city.  The girl who’s house I was staying at decided to be my tour guide for the day, and I let her pick where she wanted to take me, as long as I got to pick a few places of my own first.  Of course, I wanted to go back to Harajuku, as I had heard stories of the gathering of cosplayers near the station, but hadn’t yet seen it yet.  Other than that, she led the way.  But before we left the house, she made me change clothes.  Everything I had brought with me was gothic or too warm for the hot summer heat, and since she was taking me to meet some of her friends, she decided it would be best if I borrowed something of hers, something a little bit more appropriate.  I didn’t really care, I was too happy to get out and see the city.

First stop, Harajuku!  There were so many people there!  I felt so lame taking pictures of everyone, but I was too excited not too.  There were so many tourists taking pictures, not to mention professional and amateur photographers as well.  I didn’t know how to ask for pictures yet, so I just casually took some before letting my friend pull me away.

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This time we walked down Takeshita, made a right down Meiji, and came back up Omotesando, stopping for lunch inside a small sandwich shop.  I wasn’t too impressed with it.  I’m not a big fan of sandwiches, so dug into my salad before realizing it was full of tiny fishes.  I wasn’t a big fan of eating after that, little fishes gross me out.  After lunch we went to Roppongi Hills to check out the city view.  I hadn’t fully realized the span of the city before.

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As it started to creep towards dusk, my friend said she had a surprise for me.  There was a show that she wanted to take me to, where I could meet her friends, and maybe make a few of my own.  In Japan it is almost crucial that students join clubs and work as hard as they can to master themselves at the subject.  In my friend’s case, she was a part of a hip-hop dance group.  Down the street from Roppongi Hills, in the basement of a small building, we sat on the floor of a small dance studio with a couple dozen people.  The show was rather hilarious in my point of view.  Being an American, I was drawing upon my own memories of hip-hop and how that fad died out at least 10 years ago.  It was almost comedic, if it weren’t for the fact that they were all really good at it.  Needless to say I didn’t make too many friends, though that was mostly due to the language barrier.  After the show, we took the train back to Ikebukuro, and crashed out once again before setting off to ICU to start my student life living on campus, with no adult supervision, no real rules, and a whole lot of free time.

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