Hello dear readers,
Another three days have come and gone and, once again, the Writer of the Blog has put off updating for far too long. Procrastination seems to be her strong point.
But since there are still 2 hours until Kuala Lumpa, and the Writer of the Blog has seen this part of The Lord of the Rings so many times (you know, the part with the flames and the Shadow and the "you shall not pass!" thing? Yeah, that bit), she figured she should update and stop drooling over Merry and Aragon.
Yes, the Writer of the Blog does have strange tastes in men, and she quite enjoys them, thank you very much. Aragon is a pretty, pretty man.
Anyway, where shall she begin? Ah, yes, Wednesday. So what happened Wednesday (which is a hard word to type on an iPhone, believe it or not)? Well he Writer of the Blog and her decided that they would go back to Harajuku, just or a day of shopping, which came with mixed results.
Mostly, the clothes/shoes/whatever didn't fit for, as you all know, the Writer of the Blog isn't exactly a blubber-less lady and is in no way petite or delicate, much unlike a lot of Japanese women. Who all have rather small feet.
And an increasing interest in tails.
Don't look at the Writer of the Blog like that. She was just as surprised as you even when, just like you, she had seen it coming.
So that was Wednesday. Again, and again many apologies, the Writer of the Blog's iPhone is unable to upload photos from however many thousands of miles up in the air. So until a decent wifi point is reached, photos will be absent once again.
Thursday, however, was a different kettle of fish. And I must stop using third person language as it is starting to hurt my brain... As is the fact that the between-Ager across the plane from us is constantly opening an shutting is window and therefor ruining the Writer of the Blog's viewing of Lord of the Rings.
Oops, I did it again. But it does sound better, does it not? Ah well, it is a nice thing to be able to do once in a while, the name of which escapes the tongue at the moment.
Anyway, on to Thursday. We travelled to Ueno and did a bit of looking around. Of course, we took a bit of a... Detour of sorts.
We started off looking for the museums and took the train to Ueno Station, which is, on the Ginza line G16.
Once we got off the train we looked at the map and saw that the place that we wanted to go was, apparently, on the other side of the main freeway. So we decided to hop back on the train and return back to G15. Once there, we got directions and walked the busy market streets.
And found ourselves back at G16. Puzzling? We thought so too.
After the markets and such we explored the Tokyo National Museum, which the Writer of the Blog recommends for everyone who is traveling to Tokyo. It is surprisingly uncommon knowledge that the Writer of the Blog has a great love for knowledge and learning, especially independent learning, so museums and cultural exhibits are a favorite hobby.
Though I still refuse to stick my hand down the fake mutton bird hold in the Hobart Museum, no matter what my beloved says is or is not down there.
Fortunately, many things were allowed to be photographed, as long as the flash was off.
For as we all know, dear readers, additional lighting and flash photography will eventually fade paintings and fabric, such as old bridal kimono. Troublesome indeed, ne?
And, of course, there were some pieces that were not allowed to be photographed as the owner did not wish them to be, blah blah, etc. ad naseum.
A word for the wise on this subject; all joking aside, should the item in like-minded museums be marked with a do-not-photograph label or symbol, please respect this.
Also, I know many scrolls are long, especially in Asian museums, but check every tag.
The Writer of the Blog herself almost took a lovely photo of a long scroll, but luckily stopped to check the label at the end of the extremely long scroll only to find that it had a do-not-photograph symbol on the tag.
Also, if you see people photographing things that are not to be photographed, perchance it would be a nice idea to help out the museum staff by calmly and politely pointing out the symbol.
If they tell you in no uncertain way to mind your own business, walk away. At least you tried, right?
But here I am giving moral advice. Anyway, on with the story.
Friday was a trip to Shibuya, which was a rather successful shopping trip. For example, the Writer of the Blog now owns a pair of red knee-high Alice in Wonderland socks.
Anyway, my mother picked up about $90 worth of traditional Japanese fabric. Yeah, I know, don't ask.
Aaaand that brings us to today. Spending ages in an airport (2.5 hours before the flight, to be exact) is a tiring experience. 7 or 8 hours on a plane is also tiring.
So until next time, dear readers.
Ciao.
MRK
Another three days have come and gone and, once again, the Writer of the Blog has put off updating for far too long. Procrastination seems to be her strong point.
But since there are still 2 hours until Kuala Lumpa, and the Writer of the Blog has seen this part of The Lord of the Rings so many times (you know, the part with the flames and the Shadow and the "you shall not pass!" thing? Yeah, that bit), she figured she should update and stop drooling over Merry and Aragon.
Yes, the Writer of the Blog does have strange tastes in men, and she quite enjoys them, thank you very much. Aragon is a pretty, pretty man.
Anyway, where shall she begin? Ah, yes, Wednesday. So what happened Wednesday (which is a hard word to type on an iPhone, believe it or not)? Well he Writer of the Blog and her decided that they would go back to Harajuku, just or a day of shopping, which came with mixed results.
Mostly, the clothes/shoes/whatever didn't fit for, as you all know, the Writer of the Blog isn't exactly a blubber-less lady and is in no way petite or delicate, much unlike a lot of Japanese women. Who all have rather small feet.
And an increasing interest in tails.
Don't look at the Writer of the Blog like that. She was just as surprised as you even when, just like you, she had seen it coming.
So that was Wednesday. Again, and again many apologies, the Writer of the Blog's iPhone is unable to upload photos from however many thousands of miles up in the air. So until a decent wifi point is reached, photos will be absent once again.
Thursday, however, was a different kettle of fish. And I must stop using third person language as it is starting to hurt my brain... As is the fact that the between-Ager across the plane from us is constantly opening an shutting is window and therefor ruining the Writer of the Blog's viewing of Lord of the Rings.
Oops, I did it again. But it does sound better, does it not? Ah well, it is a nice thing to be able to do once in a while, the name of which escapes the tongue at the moment.
Anyway, on to Thursday. We travelled to Ueno and did a bit of looking around. Of course, we took a bit of a... Detour of sorts.
We started off looking for the museums and took the train to Ueno Station, which is, on the Ginza line G16.
Once we got off the train we looked at the map and saw that the place that we wanted to go was, apparently, on the other side of the main freeway. So we decided to hop back on the train and return back to G15. Once there, we got directions and walked the busy market streets.
And found ourselves back at G16. Puzzling? We thought so too.
After the markets and such we explored the Tokyo National Museum, which the Writer of the Blog recommends for everyone who is traveling to Tokyo. It is surprisingly uncommon knowledge that the Writer of the Blog has a great love for knowledge and learning, especially independent learning, so museums and cultural exhibits are a favorite hobby.
Though I still refuse to stick my hand down the fake mutton bird hold in the Hobart Museum, no matter what my beloved says is or is not down there.
Fortunately, many things were allowed to be photographed, as long as the flash was off.
For as we all know, dear readers, additional lighting and flash photography will eventually fade paintings and fabric, such as old bridal kimono. Troublesome indeed, ne?
And, of course, there were some pieces that were not allowed to be photographed as the owner did not wish them to be, blah blah, etc. ad naseum.
A word for the wise on this subject; all joking aside, should the item in like-minded museums be marked with a do-not-photograph label or symbol, please respect this.
Also, I know many scrolls are long, especially in Asian museums, but check every tag.
The Writer of the Blog herself almost took a lovely photo of a long scroll, but luckily stopped to check the label at the end of the extremely long scroll only to find that it had a do-not-photograph symbol on the tag.
Also, if you see people photographing things that are not to be photographed, perchance it would be a nice idea to help out the museum staff by calmly and politely pointing out the symbol.
If they tell you in no uncertain way to mind your own business, walk away. At least you tried, right?
But here I am giving moral advice. Anyway, on with the story.
Friday was a trip to Shibuya, which was a rather successful shopping trip. For example, the Writer of the Blog now owns a pair of red knee-high Alice in Wonderland socks.
Anyway, my mother picked up about $90 worth of traditional Japanese fabric. Yeah, I know, don't ask.
Aaaand that brings us to today. Spending ages in an airport (2.5 hours before the flight, to be exact) is a tiring experience. 7 or 8 hours on a plane is also tiring.
So until next time, dear readers.
Ciao.
MRK
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