A letter to Tokyo…
Tokyo, you hit the nail. You’re an unparalleled gem in this universe full of every imaginable character. Many stumbles in your city and strolls through parks have brought me unexpected surprises and hole-in-the-wall finds. Might I add that your hospitality and hygienic practices remain unbeatable. And, don’t even get me started with the food (I won’t dive into that realm). Thank you for that eruption of energy I needed to ignite that spark in me again – it’s no wonder you’re home to Mount Fuji. XX
It was surreal to be reunited again. You’ve always been a mecca welcoming the fun and quirky, but also for those looking to find solace and foodie adventures. You’re a fun playground to get lost in – look up, down, both sides, down the horizon, I was positively bewildered.
It wasn’t until I stepped out of Narita International Airport did a surge of energy hit me and I assure you, it wasn’t the cold air. It was at that moment I felt overwhelmed but awake. Prior to this trip, I was living a tame life since the pandemic and the spark within me dulled. Travelling was hardly an option with strict quarantine measures. So, I felt like a deprived child finally unleashed in your ginormous playground.
My first line of business was to awaken the inner child within me. It didn’t take much effort to do so. I visited your little (not so little) neighbourhood of Shibuya where the action is and luckily, where I was staying. The streets were littered with 360° entertainment, from eyebrow-raising advertisements on buildings and in taxis to just people watching while on the go. I was on another wavelength here. Electric shock waves were running down my body from the intoxicating energy and magnetic pull of the people and place. Everything was lit, literally. Crossing the famous Shibuya crosswalk and heading into random alleyways, I saw blinking signs, smelled smoky BBQ from a distance, heard passing truck advertisements, tasted the crisp, autumn air and felt electrocuted. It’s hard not to trip out when your senses are stimulated all at once.
Another stumble from Shibuya brought me to Harajuku, a shopper’s paradise. Every nook and cranny was filled with trendy shops and boutiques amongst big name brands. But, even the big name brands put a spin on their collections for your market – made me a bit envious, not going to lie. Fashion here is just one-of-a-kind. Your breed was dressed to the nines, and when I say nines, I don’t mean fancy schmancy attire. On one hand, you have the retro, cool kids in their baggy fit and punk rock hairstyles. Then, on the other hand, you have the traditional cutesy attire on girls featuring miniskirts, cosy sweaters and knee-high socks in funky prints and patterns. It’s safe to say that fashion here lives up to its hype.
Having saved the best part for last, witnessing fall with you left a deep impression on me. Despite the endless yet welcomed distractions you have, I never failed to be awe-struck by your nature. Most people visit during cherry blossom season, but the maple leaves were wild. The leaves were as big as my face and in colours I thought could only be painted out. The best place in my opinion to go see the maple trees are by the Imperial Palace, which is on the other end of Shibuya’s energy field. It’s serene and tranquil, and a perfect place to ease your mind when you get lost in translation.
And, when the sun sets, the Christmas lights turn on. It was spectacular and I was overcome with gratitude that I got the best of both worlds – seeing the colourful maple leaves bedazzled with Christmas lights. Truly a sight to see. I walked down Omotesando in the evening, too, and saw the zelkova trees decked out in Christmas lights. You absolutely impressed with the best, Tokyo. What a stunner you are. All I can say is to expect more frequent visits from me.
Until next time,
KACTUS
A rainbow to end the trip xx
