Japan: Part 1
May 27, 2011 3 Comments
It’s apparent that a lot has been happening back hope to affect me. However, I think now I should focus back on my travels and to do so I will have to talk about my latest exploits…in Tokyo, Japan.
I attempted to keep it a secret for as long as I could but I didn’t go alone so many of my photos were leaked onto social media platforms and those of you smart enough to check the flickr photo stream were able to see practically 200 photos I took in my 5 day trip. Yes…almost 200 photos and double that if you count the ones taken by my friends.
Now while you can look at the photos and get a pretty god sense of what happened I’m sure you would appreciate it a little bit more if I put some of them into context. I should also reiterate there are almost 200 photos! It will take me a while to talk about what happened to me and I’m even struggling to grasp at the details considering it was about two weeks ago…and new things have actually happened since then.
So I have begun to write my blogs in advance. Breaking up my trip to Japan into several different blogs. This means that for a little while you can expect at least one blog every single week from me. In addition to whatever else I decide to write that week.
So lets set up some arbitrary time…lets say Friday at Noon EST. (I want to remind all of you that I’m writing these in between classes at school and WordPress has started to have issues with my computer.) So without further adieu I give you the first part of my vacation in Japan.
Then I looked to my right…
If the ground was any wetter you could have sworn it was built on a dock just inches below sea level. At least three times I narrowly escaped as fishermen dumped barrels of water and freshly cleaned guts from container to container.
Sealed in boxes of of Styrofoam and plastic living things still teamed about in their tombs unaware that their life had now become a convenience ensuring the freshness of their flesh.
I remember when I was a little boy my dad told me something that I always remember. Fresh fish, don’t smell like fish at all. It only makes sense that a living man does not smell like a rotting corpse. And so it was with the market as well. Breathing in, I couldn’t trace the faintest hint of a fish, which is fascinating considering that the next best place to find a fish was in the sea. It meant that everything I laid my eyes upon was caught, killed and cut that morning. It also ment that most everything would be bought, sold, and consumed today as well.
I felt accomplished after my exploits and rather than meet back up with my comrads I did anyone would do. I celebrated. It’s not very often when a man can say they ate fish bought and sold in the largest fish market in the world. But I suppose now I can. It was a fantastic assortment, probably the freshest and most authentic sushi meal I will ever have.