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Living Tall in Japan, part 33

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March 6, after almost half a year in Japan, I finally did something cultural. I felt like it was fitting… aaaand okay, I only went because my friend Erin invited me to. I had been here almost six months and never once thought to go do something Japanese-y yet. I mean, to me, Japan was all about anime, anyways! Anime and Tenimyu are culture, too, right?

Oh, yeah. So, what did I do? I went to see the plum blossoms in Ome, a rural city north of Tokyo. Every year when the plum blossoms bloom at the end of winter, they have a festival to celebrate. Whee!

My two best friends, Eda and Erin, and a friend of Eda’s who was visiting, Ko, all braved the trains to Ome, where it was overcast and the ground was frozen hard, but still managed to have fun. I mean, all that you need is a few good friends, right? The festival itself was not that exciting, to be honest, but the flowers were pretty. :3 


Mixed in with the plum blossoms were snow and old people. 🙂


Erin enjoying a taco-weiner. Or, in other words, a tiny hot dog cut up to look like an octopus, like you see in anime all of the time!


There was a Miss-plum blossoms, and lots of pervy old men to photograph her.


Seriously… this is what it looked like. I found this more entertaining than the blossoms themselves.

That is..

Until we posed in front of a tree ourselves…..

SUDDENLY it looked like this all over again:

CREEPY!!!

As if I hadn’t been through enough in Japan! Nobody asked, just like 300 guys all rushed over and took our picture. Some of them were even bold enough to ask us to stay when we tried to move.

Ummm…… because we were there for you guys? No.

I’m sorry, but that’s beyond creepy. All of us were normal people, not famous. We weren’t dressed up in any sort of costume. I’m sorry, but “foreigners” isn’t a costume, it’s my skin every day! orz.

Here are the rest of the photos that I took that day. Let them calm you, because tomorrow’s post is going to shock you a little bit! I haven’t mentioned it, but there was another quest that Eda, Erin, and I began on Christmas eve, one that had so far been unfruitful.

The day after the ume matsuri, our quest finally came to an end. A very, very good one (depending on who you ask)!

I’ll see you tomorrow for that story! 😉 Anyone have any idea what it might be?

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Hi! This is Jamie Lynn Lano! I am a Washington State (USA) native who: ☆ Holds a Bachelors of the Arts in Media Arts & Animation from AiPx. ☆ Worked as an assistant mangaka in Japan for Konomi Takeshi on The Prince of Tennis. ☆ Was an essay columnist for Asahi Weekly from 2008-2013. ☆ Was the star of Asahi Pop'n Press on Asahi TV (Japan) from 2009-2013 ☆ Was a write for Metropolis magazine in 2010. ☆ Has kept a blog foreeeeeeeeever! First and Current blogs.

5 Comments

  • Aakash k Singh

    I simply love Sakura. Those picture of the trees are soooo nice. Heck I’ve been lobbying hard for a few weeks to name one if my relative’s daughter sakura

  • zoomingjapan

    Too bad the plum blossoms weren’t in full bloom yet when you visited. ^^

    It took me less than a month to do something like that / travelling, but that was because I had my first vacation, went down to Tokyo to meet friends from Germany who were on a world tour and stopped by in Japan. We did a lot of cherry blossom viewing, but I remember that I spent half the time in Mandarake, Johnnys shops and Animate. XD
    I was still a biiiig anime / manga and jdrama fan back then. 😀

    • Jamie Lynn Lano

      Heheee! I know how much you love Japanese traditional culture. 🙂 While I thought it was neat, I was still really only there for the anime and doujinshi. XD
      I’m trying to think of a Japanese holiday that I’d miss, but I can’t think of a single one…. maybe just the summer fireworks festivals, though that’s more for the fireworks and less for the crowded festivals. XD;;

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