As I write this I’ve been back in Scotland for just over one week. It’s quite nice to be home, although obviously it feels quite cold here! I find myself missing Japanese food already, but I’m sure I’ll adapt back the student diet of pasta and pizza pretty soon.
I will write a closing blog shortly, and try to sum up my experiences in Japan as a whole as best as I can, but in this post I’m just going to tell you all about my last week in Japan.
For the last week it was back to the 23rd floor of the Shiodome Centre to continue the market research I had started in before I spent a week in labs. I was exploring the European market for Fujitsu’s range of high-definition TV encoders and decoders. Researching the broadcasting markets was quite interesting, and I learned some things about the CCTV market in the UK (which is a very large market!), but the most fun part of the week work-wise was on Wednesday when I was asked to make a poster/flyer for a conference/trade-show Fujitsu will be attending in Amsterdam. I spent pretty much all of Wednesday making the flyer, but it was a nice break from the world of market research, and hopefully it will help Fujitsu sell some units!
On Monday night I had my leaving party, and so a lot of us went down to a restaurant in Ginza. There was live jazz music, which was very nice, and something I don’t think I’ve ever had at a restaurant before. I had to give another short speech, as one always does at these occasions, but I don’t think it went too badly. The social lubrication provided by the sake and shochu probably didn’t hurt either. After the meal the big, big boss of the department, who had come along for the night, announced that he would take us to a Scottish pub he knew. The pub was in actuality Irish, but that’s pretty much close enough when you’re in Japan. After a few pints of Guinness what must have been literally close to one hundred ‘kampai!’s (‘kampai’ is the Japanese word for ‘cheers’, or what you say when you toast something), we stumbled off to catch the last train home.
On Wednesday morning Colin, Leonore and I decided to get up super early to go to see Tsukiji fish market in action. I had been to Tsukiji market twice before, but both times had been for lunch, when the market is not really trading. This time we arrived there at about 7am, not incredibly early, but still early enough to catch the tail end of the interesting stuff. The whole place was packed, and the people working there were driving round these rather strange looking, but very functional motorised carts. We witnessed more than one traffic incident while we were there, but no one really seemed to mind too much! It was quite fun to walk around and be able to point at things like octopus or sea snails going ‘eaten that…’, ‘eaten that…’, and the occasional ‘ooh, I’ll need to eat that later…’
There’s no doubt about it, my culinary horizons have certainly been widened since I came to Japan. A week before I left for Japan I was in France and was served gizzards at a restaurant, and they seemed horrible at the time. Now I would welcome a plate of gizzards; they could quite possibly be the most palatable thing on the menu in some places. Anyway, my greatest challenge yet came on Thursday night, when we were invited by SDI to a restaurant on the 42nd floor of the Shiodome Centre (very convenient for Colin and me) for a leaving party and interview with a reporter from the well known publication Immigration News. The interview itself went quite well, although it was a very strange experience being presented with an old oversized tape Dictaphone (surely this should be digital in Japan?) and asked questions. I must admit I felt a little bit of stage fright! After the reporter had left we continued on with the meal, and at one point we were served a giant fish head, complete with two giant fish eyeballs. I still can’t work out whether someone ordered the fish head on purpose, or whether it was a mistake, but either way we got it.
Stephen Baker at this point suggested that the interns should eat the eyeballs, as of course he and Frank had tried them before. After Zach and Euan refused it fell on to the Fujitsu interns to step up to the plate, and so on a count of three Colin and I each ate a fish eyeball the size of a large marble. It was actually a lot more pleasant than I was expecting, although that’s not really saying much! I am not sure I would order them again, but at least I tried them once.
After the meal we managed to drag Mr Baker along to what would be the last karaoke night of the Japan trip (sob!). One of the highlights of my trip has got to be doing a duet with Zach on ‘I believe in miracles (you sexy thing)’ by Hot Chocolate. We thought we did it rather well actually, and were thinking about forming a Hot Chocolate cover band. It would probably be called White Chocolate.
Friday was the last day at work, and it was quite sad to be leaving the people we had worked beside over the past eight weeks. Colin and I both had to do our final presentations, and both finished off work on them less than five minutes before we had to present them – it was a fairly stressful day! They went pretty well though, I had found out quite a lot of information during the course of the research, and so I had plenty to talk about. After the presentations we tidied up our work, tidied up our desks, and bid farewell to our workmates in the Shiodome Centre.
Probably the biggest downside to working in Tokyo was that it was sometimes difficult to immerse ourselves in the more traditional cultural experiences. With time to travel in Japan you can visit places like Kyoto, Osaka, Hokkaido and Hiroshima, but when you only have the weekends it can be quite difficult to travel far out of the city. Luckily there are some traditional things that you can experience right in the middle of the big city, and on Friday night Colin and I went to see a traditional Japanese form of theatre known as Kabuki. The Kabuki theatre building itself was very old, and our seats were situated on the fourth level. For 500 yen I bought myself some opera glasses.
The plays in kabuki theatre are set in traditional Japanese times, and the actors themselves often become quite famous in Japan. The hallmark of the style seems to be the almost comic delivery of the lines from the actors, where a single syllable will often be elongated to last several seconds. When a great master of the craft enters or exits a scene it is common for people in the audience to shout out the actors name as a show of appreciation, thus adding another truly unique element to the experience! The play we saw was about a thief who masquerades as a high priest in order to rescue a girl who is being held against her will be a corrupt samurai lord. Whilst it was sometimes difficult to understand exactly what was going on, it was very enjoyable nonetheless.
Saturday was the last full day in Japan, and Colin and I met up with Zach and his girlfriend Tamami to visit the Studio Ghibli museum. Studio Ghibli is the animation studio responsible for a great many films, including the incredible Spirited Away and Howl’s Moving Castle. The museum was very well done, even if it was a little small. The highlight of the visit was seeing a 20 minute short film. Even though it was entirely in Japanese it was still mesmerising due to the enchanting nature of the animation and the subject matter covered. After the museum we walked around for a bit to find somewhere to grab lunch, and we happened upon a restaurant/café called ‘Pancake Days’. Here, as well as getting things like cream and strawberries on your pancakes, you could also get full burgers sandwiched between two scotch pancakes instead of a bun.
This seemed like too good an opportunity to pass up, and so we ordered ourselves a round of teriyaki chicken pancake burgers. They were actually really nice, although we didn’t then feel the need to have pancakes for pudding. Colin and I had been toying with the idea of visiting Fuji-Q, a giant theme park, after the museum, but unfortunately by the time we got back to Shinjuku the bus was sold out, and there was no other sensible way to get there. Instead we decided to go to Tokyo Bay and ride the Thunder Dolphin, quite a big roller coaster which actually passes through the corner of a building. It was fantastic fun, and left us right in the middle of Tokyo ready for my last night in Japan.
We decided to head to Shibuya to have a look around, and eventually found ourselves a nice looking izakaya restaurant to eat at. Now normally we get by in restaurants by pointing at a picture in the menu and saying ‘kore o kudusai’ (‘I’ll have this please’) to the waiter, so when the Maitre d’ informed us that they didn’t have an English menu we weren’t too bothered, and insisted that we’d like to come in anyway. So we sat down and ordered some drinks, and then after they arrived we started thinking about what we’d like to order. Once we’d made up our minds we started to look for the call button for the waiter, but we couldn’t find it. Instead sitting in front of us was a small touch-screen filled with Japanese writing. Japanese writing which we could most definitely not read.
Using our best Scottish Engineering ingenuity, we slowly picked our way through the ordering system, and began the slow, although quite entertaining, task of attempting to match up the items on the screen to the writing in the menu in front of us. We actually managed very well, and got everything we wanted, even if some of it wasn’t quite what we expected. Another funny thing about this restaurant was that everything in it was 380 yen. 380 yen is quite cheap for food, and 380 yen is very cheap for alcohol. We therefore did the only sensible thing for students in our position.
In my entire eight weeks in the country, I had yet to make it to a nightclub, and so we decided that if I was ever going to go, tonight was the night. We hopped on the last train to Shinjuku and set about finding ourselves a place to go. After visiting a couple of pubs we started talking to some random Japanese people, including one very energetic (and seemingly slightly insane) girl. Our first introduction to her was when she came over and offered Colin and me some of her takoyaki. Now I’m not normally one to accept octopus balls from strangers, but this was my last night in Tokyo, and I was up for almost anything. After a little while we headed to a club and danced the night away until the trains started running again at 5am. It was a panicked rush but eventually I made it back to Scotland somehow.
And now university has started again and it’s back to ‘normal’ life, or as close to normal as my life gets these days. Working in Japan was a fantastic experience, and one which I’m very glad I was lucky enough to be given. I will post a closing blog shortly and try to conclude as accurately as possible what I have learned over the course of this summer. For now though, I have classes to go to, people to see, societies to organise and plays to audition for (although sadly no Kabuki theatre).
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