I remember saying once, how it would be awesome to go back in time and visit Joe’s concert in Budokan. It was 2008, so just ten years would be enough. Was it a dream? Sort of. A sort of one that I knew could never be realized.
And you know what? I was so wrong: dreams come true, they do. Some of them, at least 🙂 Not back in the past, but right now. Not in Tokyo, but in Paris. With new music (Kaze Tachinu), surprises (percussions in the back and brass orchestra marching through the hall for Tenkuu no Shiro Laputa), and the most wonderful atmosphere ever. Miyazaki people all over the world united 😉 He came on stage causing a loudest burst of applause I ever heard, and I mean it, and he couldn’t go back even after two encores, everyone waited for that opportunity long enough to clap a little longer and a little louder 🙂 He was smiling, just like in records 🙂 Ever seen conductor smile? He did that all the time. It almost felt like he was flirting with the orchestra. The marching orchestra – that was just like in Budokan. I had two horns next to me 😀 Such a funny instrument 🙂 What else? Nausicaä, Mononoke, Kiki, Jiro and Nahoko, Ponyo, Lusheeta Toel Ur Laputa, Porco, Howl, Chihiro and finally Totoro – they all been there 🙂 Kimi wo Nosete, done by a fabulous choir – I couldn’t hold myself together. Incredible.
Half a year wait was worth it. Going to Paris was worth it. Everything was worth it. Thank you, Hisaishi-san. You made a dream come true. Doumo arigatou.
Update: Wanted to post this few hours earlier and discovered that some of the pictures on my NAS became corrupt. Sadly, exactly those from Mitaka.. Hope Glacier contains them. Either way, don’t forget to make backups.
If anything, there’s at least one thing almost everyone misses after leaving Japan – food. My favourite one this trip was coming from the streets: the kind of things you can get in a park or at the occasional stand in Tokyo. Stands in the pictures here supplied me with first official (warm, as I ate several onigiri upfront) Japanese supper 🙂 Ah, just thinking of that made mouth water. Enough torture for today. Ein Schnizel bitte! 😉
Trying to keep the promise of posting pictures in order. Mamonaku Ueno. O deguchi wa hidari gawa desu.
I didn’t think I would write anything about this trip soon, and as you can see, it is [not] happening. Although I’ve been posting to Instagram like crazy, the purpose of this trip was not actually taking pictures. Okay, I am being serious right now. When packing my daypack and discovering that without water it already went beyond 7kg (a critical mass-dash-threshold of always-with-me weight), I even had to sacrifice one of the cameras for a lighter trip. And you know what? It was worth it. Still, I’ve got more than 3k pictures from my camera and phone combined. Still, I will spend ages developing them, but you know what? The coolest part of the travelling was being there. Walking along Meguro river listening to my favourite Hisaishi tunes. Meeting my old friends and getting to know strangers. Playing games at SEGA arcades. Looking for that “One” Gacha-Gacha hoping to find it somewhere. Devouring all the food I can lay my hands on. All those sweets at 7-Eleven… :D. Riding shinkansen until I feel it’s too much (although, “too much” didn’t happen, can you believe it?). Drinking shochu until I feel like helicopter took off with my head leaving the body behind. All that, and more. So much more than I ever had in my life, packed into those wonderful seventeen days in Japan, all the way from Tokyo to Kagoshima. Was it enough? Oh, I don’t think so. Will I go again? I think so. Can it ever go better? Even if not, I don’t really care. I feel I’m in love with this country. And yes, I know, I am looking only at it’s better sides, but then – it is showing them, so no blaming me.
This time, pictures will go in order. And will be developed in order. It will take a lot of time, but here it goes. I am in no hurry, just have to finish until the next trip 😉 Stay tuned!
I think this deserves a separate post (update: which, ended up very long, so beware). Well, at least because I read three books of the same author in a row (not that they were too long, but not short either), and I feel hungry for more. So, apart from bragging, I wanted to share my feelings towards them. The three were: The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, Norwegian Wood, and Kafka on the Shore. Actually, some time ago, on a flight to Tokyo I read another one, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, but it was very different. Even at that time I thought that I liked the style of the writing. A memoir, funny, witty, interesting, with a deep philosophy (unexpectedly deep for a book centred on running, a sport). Something happened back then (I guess, life), and I didn’t follow up on my plans, so here I am, more than a year after – moving post-its to “In Progress” and “Done” and feeling very happy about it. Okay, time for me to start making sense.
Tokyo, Shibuya crossing. Perhaps, one of the most famous pedestrian crossings in the world. Have been there three times, but only once – with a tripod. Playing around with it, this got this shot. There’s been so much time after my trip to Japan, and the more time passes, the more I miss it. Soon. Whenever I have a chance, I’ll go again.