Tokyo. A travel destination that was solidly placed on my bucket list from as long as I can remember. Mostly for stereotypical reasons, I’m sure – Hello Kitty, stationery, bonsai foliage, etc, but as I got older and more friends returned from trips there spewing “You MUST go!” “Japan is soooo you!” I couldn’t stop picturing myself in the middle of Shibuya Crossing….
So a few weeks ago I finally touched down in Tokyo town. After sixteen hours in the air, thirteen hours into the next day and one very long, disorienting cab ride, we arrived at the Park Hyatt and almost as soon as we got off the elevator on the thirty ninth floor we were transported onto the Lost In Translation movie set. Everything was the same. From the lobby to the complimentary yukata. And I loved it.
There are many ways to sum up what I saw while in Japan, but mostly I couldn’t get over how extremely, well, Japanese it was. I know you’re never suppose to describe something with itself but I’ve never been to a place so unique. Though I’m not a seasoned vet when it comes to Asia, I’ve only been to Hong Kong and a few spots in Thailand, when talking to others that have visited they were in agreeance with my observations. And it’s not a bad thing. It’s actually quite a remarkable thing to observe.
So here are a few things that I observed: