Harajuku Girls

Today's post shall be rather short, as I find myself to be rather tired at the moment. It's weird being tired at 7:00 at night, but I guess if you think about it, we really have been messed up by the 8 hour time change.

This morning we woke up and had yet another wonderful breakfast at Starbucks, which I found out serves pancakes here. Seeing how it was a Sunday morning, which is a non-work day for a large portion of the city, they were actually pretty full. Fortunately we were able to your superpower of blessed timing to get in just before they ran out of seats.

With food out of the way we headed on over to the Yamanote line as we had before, but this time we were going to travel couter-clockwise and head on over to Harajuku, supposed home of the Harajuku Girls from Gwen Stephani fame. By the way, somebody really needs to give her a call and let her know that Harajuku Girls don't really exist much anymore. They aren't all gone, but there certainly aren't many.

The whole area can be summed up into three words, "incorrect usage of the English language," and "packed."

As you will note from this photo there is a lot of people...a whole lot. It seemed like everywhere you turned you were either cutting somebody off, or you were being cut off.

The stores were about 15 feet wide and usually had three or four stories jam packed with 5' tall tweens. Lining the walls were a copious amount of clothing with horribly incorrect
English sentences, as I will post below.

By the time we reached the end of this main street, known as Takashita Dori, it was apparent that a break was needed. Melissa's foot had been hurting her rather bad, so we decided to turn around and head back to the hotel to wrap it up.

Eventually we managed to wrap it up and get some lunch in our bellies, from which we decided to try and set out again. This time our destination was Shibuya to go to the flagship store for Tokyu Hands.

Thanks to Google Street View we were able to easily find our way, but not before smashing into an intersection with made Harajuku look as if it had tons of space. The store it'self was even more massive then I had expected, with seven main floors, and three sub floors each, for a total of 21 stories.

After shopping we stopped on by a place called "Shakey's Pizza" - and yes, I know, we are in Japan, we shouldn't be eating Pizza, but I don't care. The place was dead, well until this teeny bopper girl stepped in and talked with the host. Somehow she signaled that she was going to be brining in a party bus full of people, because out of nowhere there were about 30 people coming in the door.

And this ended our day. Melissa's foot was in horrible pain and we decided it best to call it a night. As I leave you though I inite you to enjoy a lot of really fun pictures from our day out: click here