Then I started recalling all the high points of my trip there.
- Waking up at 6AM to travel to Hakone where we took a cable car up a mountain. My knees gave up halfway through but the jungle below was quite nice.
- Walking into Tokyo Hands was a whole experience on its own. Shopping in it was another. The Gundam shelf was mesmerising.
- Disneyland. Where I discovered I didn't hate roller coasters, ghosts do not exist in theme park rides, ducks have alot of freedom in Disneyland and Mickey & gang spoke Japanese.
- Tokyo Tower's wax museum. The torture chamber was particularly frightening but I liked Dracula and Frankenstein alot.
- Stopping by a rest stop along the way to visit (I do not know if it was a visit or a meeting.. seriously) my Dad's friend and having lunch. Best food I ever encountered in a rest stop. Also the cashier lady was sporting the best, most poof-ed fringe ever.
- Learning origami from my Dad's friend's wife once we finally arrived at.. where was it again? Gunma?
- Spotting a hide cosplayer in Harajuku. You can't forget the red hair.. I was too young to know hide then but I never forgot that girl.. now I know it was a cosplayer cosplaying hide.
- Akihabara. My little geek girl came alive. 1yen handphones FTW!
- Manza. Manza. Manza - Snow. The little guy trying to snowboard. Sticking my head out the window during a blizzard. Onsen. The gift shop in the hotel. Washing Duckie in the bathtub. Wearing the yukatas (we have pictures, oh no)
But my favourite-est memory was the first night. Walking out in the middle of the night to the roadside ramen stall and had the best ramen till this day. The food was amazing.
I do miss that.
And I think most of us in the family missed it too.
Christmas there was nice.
