
Every year the Japanese like to celebrate the arrival of the sakura (cherry blossoms) by sitting in parks admiring the flowers and drinking sake. Exactly when this happens depends entirely on the weather, and I was a bit worried I’d miss out on seeing this in Japan because the blossoms had come out quite early, and it had been pretty breezy. Luckily Japan is a big place so on arriving in Tokyo I jumped straight on a Shinkansen up to Sendai to meet my buddy Annette, and then on to Kitakame where the blossoms were still in full bloom! There was a long avenue of trees there and hundreds of people wandering up and down taking pictures, or sitting on little mats under the trees for a picnic, which myself and Annette felt compelled to do too, with our one cup sake from the convenience store. As well as the cherry blossoms there were also loads of fish kites strung across the river to celebrate boys festival. Girls just get to arrange dolls for their festival, so I think that the boys get the best festival of the two.
After that it was back down to Tokyo to meet up with Tony. We mainly wandered around during the day to work up an appetite for some exciting japanese meals in the evenings. The shabu shabu was maybe the most fun so far – the restaurant had been done up so that it felt like you were sitting in your own private shack in an outside courtyard where you got to boil some delicious meat and vegetables. We even managed to fit in a sashimi breakfast at the Tsukiji fish market before heading off to Osaka to find some excitement for the weekend. Osaka’s a bit impenetrable at the moment, but we’re hoping to find a laid back bar to get drunk in tonight, and maybe after that everything will start to make more sense.