The Forest of Tennis (Japan #6)

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Standing on an artificial island, overlooking the skyscrapers and construction sites, I felt moved

By the fucking wind. It was a gust with vengeance in mind. “Haru no ichiban”, stupid wind freezing my face.



This was one of the artifficial island created as a defensive structure in the 1850’s, along with other small islands that have remained unevolved. Now it has become a sort of Canary Wharf: new buildings and new expansion for the city of Tokyo (not so much the financial district part).

How to get here? There is no actual underground station here (closest one is Toyosu but it is about 20-30 minutes walk from Odaiba), yet you could always catch a train from Shimbashi to Daiba station for about 320 円.


There seems to be a big sports center as well (talking about the Ariake Sports Center), with a “Tenis Forest park” (I’m just translating the name, OK? Not inventing anything), where I continued my newfound hobby of spying on people and taking pictures.


And look, a lonely tennis ball. What should I do? Should I take it and give it a loving home? I decided against it. What would it do with me? It’s home is in the wild forest of tenis. (This being said, as I sat there om the bench sipping from some orange juice, I remembered “Ioan & Ioana’s Great Sports Trials”, where me and my sister have trie several sports including judo, ski and tennis – which I actually did for a whole year).


Then this little park with a bit of beach.


Off course, I do wonder if I manage to write these posts in a coherent, attractive manner. I mean, one of the purposes of my blog was to become a good travel compendium – I myself know how difficult it is to find what to do when to go abroad. Guide books are just with too much information and it’s too difficult to find something great because of the sheer ammount of useless tips. But i fear I am nowhere near precise enough to be helpful. Opinion are appreciated. Potentially ignored, but appreciated nonetheless.


The twin towers of Mordor!

And more spying on critters. I could spend hours just following animals around. Just like a stalker.


Someone finally thought of making a futuristic looking boat! Thank you!


I decided against crossing Rainbow Bridge in foot because I still desired to have a functional face and not a frozen good variant.


So hopped on the train and went to Simbashi to grab a bit of Udon.


Yes, that is the Statue of Liberty in Odaiba.

Nothing much happened after, except for going to Shibuya for dinner (the first picture). The place had a great energy – people all over the place, those well know huge Japanese crossings, lights, movement. It was oppressive like how it is on Oxford Street in London. It felt more like a hive, buzzing with life.


I… Have managed to blend in. I open the doors to the Ramen Shop, buy my dinner from the vending machine, take my change, sit down, put my coat on the rack. The waitress was looking at me waiting for a slip when she could come and help the foreigner… But no such thing! This must have been how Nadia Comaneci felt when she was aiming for that perfect store. And I was the loudest slurper in there!



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