Ryan-san meets Fuji-san!

So Ryan got here last Thursday and over his 5 day cameo we managed to sqeeze in a fair chunk of what Tokyo and the surrounding area has to offer. Well, what it has to offer to people who don't care for culture, horizon-widening, or international understanding. The first day he was here we pretty much only shopped. The best places to shop as far as I am concerned are Shibuya, the road between Shibuya and Harajuku (Jingu Dori), Omotesando in Harajuku and Aoyama, and Ginza. So that's what we did.

Sunday we ferreted around Harajuku again, went to Meiji Jingu, laughed at the cos-play nerds and secretly wished we had contact lenses that made our eyes look like thay were bleeding.

After getting on the cans between Harajuku and Shibuya we were drunk enough to buy sexy gloves and for Ryan to buy an Ipod Nano. We hit up Shinjuku later that night, got completely hammered, I had a tantrum and blasted my friend Shoji, then we went to a Karaoke room and fell asleep until the morning when we caught the first train home. I knew there was a reason I hadn't been getting my all-nighter groove back. They only end in tears. Fun but embarassing. Sorry Shoji!!!

After apologising like crazy to Shoji for being a dick we cruised in his hot ride down to Fuji to go to Fuji-Q Highlands. The best theme-park ever, and possibly the most beautiful drive I have ever been on.


　
I really don't think Fuji-Q really has a soul, but that's OK cos we have enough soul to go around! We hate fighting with bears too, which is good cos at Fuji-Q it's forbidden.


Fuji-Q is home to the biggest roller-coaster in the world and that is the most important thing. There is also a ride called Dodonpa that goes from stationary to 170km/h in less than 2 seconds. Absolutely fucked up. The views of Mt Fuji only added to to magic. And where there is magic there is ice-skating! This was the first time I have skated in the open air so I was pretty blown away by it all.



Since Ryan's giant clown feet didnt really squish into the ice-skates, he took off to ride another crazy ride me and Shoji didnt care for. While he was doing that I saw a guy lose it on the ice and smash teeth first into the ice. I skated over to him quickly to ask if he was ok, only for him to raise his face from his lap to tell me that yes, he was OK while his mouth spilled blood like Fuji would have spilled barbeque-rocks when it was active. So filthy. Not to mention that the park people didnt clean the blood of the ice. Gross. Bet the toothless terror would have appreciated my gold nugget.


We then took off to Gotemba to shop a bit more at the best outlet mall ever, and thento Yokohama where we got oh so busy at...wait for it....wait for it...FUCKING MOTHER-FUCKING SIZZLER. I'm not even joking. Sizzler is totally what Central Coast dreams are made of.


But now Ryan has gone back to the UK and will be sadly missed until I go to London in 2 weeks. You are so jealous that you are dying inside. I can hear your whimpering from here. Dry your eyes princesses.