These chewable lovelies aren't actually Japanese at all. They were in a snack shop at Copenhagen international airport and earned me a miffed look from the shopkeeper when I knelt down and snapped them. I thought about buying them but the airline food had made me queezy enough already....
One of KenchÅji's incredible Zen temples. Inside was an awe inspiring ceiling painting of a dragon but sadly we weren't allowed to take photos. A crying shame.
You can't see the price from here but the melon in the center was fifty pounds, a hundred dollars or ten thousand yen. It looked just like any other melon to me, so it must have an amazing taste to merit that tag! Who would pay that?!
In Japan, fuzzy brows are a sign of masculinity. As you can see, this lil' Pikachu is a complete stud.
He was found outside a Sushi shop in Ikebukoro and the text reads "Today also, koikoi, something.. something... something....". Gee, I should probably hit the textbooks again.
He was found outside a Sushi shop in Ikebukoro and the text reads "Today also, koikoi, something.. something... something....". Gee, I should probably hit the textbooks again.
...And that's all for today folks. I have a good few more pictures to post but I'm saving them for the next time I get 'blogger's block'.
2 comments:
Dunc
These are quirkier than quirk, wilder than weird, surrealer than real - we love them! There must be a word for the pictorial version of Engrish..
I'm anticipating a nightmare in which I'm eaten by a giant pink oven glove, but saved at the final moment by testosterone-maddened Pikachu.
Could lactose intolerance be Japanese undergraduate equivalent of the famed dead grandmother?
Love Mum
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