17 October 2016
Green motorbike birth place
Taking a trip to Kawasaki from Tokyo for dinner
I went somewhere I have never been before, apparently the major industrial area of Tokyo, and a city in its own right, Kawasaki. I presume this is where they started making the green motorbikes.
Technically its not part of Tokyo, or even the same prefecture, whatever that means, yet its really not far from Shinagawa which is on the main line tourists take to go past places in a circle, and its less than half way to the even bigger Yokohama that is still considered part of greater Tokyo, whatever that means.
Thats the geography over with.
Kawasaki is certainly a big colorful bright metropolis, filled with department stores, shopping malls, tall buildings, people, vending machines, horse jerky and cat advertisements, just like the real Tokyo.
The map shows that there is a large horse racing track, so I am not making up the source of Japanese horse jerky bit. 8.3 out every 10 horses bred for gambling purposes become jerky within 2 years.
Before going to Kawasaki, I first bought some train tickets. The way to do this is to write down the from and to station, date and time, name of train service, and price. Hand this to the girl and the look of terror on her face quickly turns to relief when she realises she does not have to speak to me at all.
Combine this with ordering your food ticket from a vending machine and you dont have to utter a single word all day.
Now that I have told the story of my evening in reverse chronological order, I will move onto the pictures, which are ordered alphabetically based on incremental number.
This is inside Kawasaki station, it says Kawasaki on the sign, thats why I took this photo.
There are many large malls on both sides of the station. Note the lack of rain. Hopefully theres none tomorrow because I have plans for a day trip.
There are also covered shopping streets like this, but the lesser kind, selling fake shoes and bags, recycled Chairman Mao pants designed to be worn just above the nipple and various pots and pans with handles that have conveniently already fallen off.
I could not really work out what this place was, it suggested it was a cinema land but it was mainly Indian restaurants. The big bright thing is a useless LED supporting structure to nowhere, currently displaying a halloween eye.
Racist.
The back streets look like other back streets which can be found in the back streets of every Japanese city.
I dropped into the puppy factory to check for dog jerky.
Another huge shopping centre, top floor of this one is cinemas and a giant games arcade, where I can walk around and terrify the parents of small children who assume I am there to steal their spoilt child.
There was however a guitar shop, where I was the recipient of another NO PHOTO bow.
Obligatory dinner photo. Google defines obligatory as 'so customary or fashionable as to be expected of everyone or on every occasion'.
Lately I think I make up a lot of words, this time I did not, it is a word and I used it correctly.
If the people that make the dictionary are looking to expand they should hire me to make new words.
Oh, and my dinner is omurice with 50/50 sauce.