We
never really know what is going on until it’s over, and then sometimes, we
still don’t know. Ted saw an item on
Facebook about a matsuri (festival) over the weekend that was somewhere close
to where we live. We don’t know what
kind of festival, maybe just a summer festival.
We printed the kanji name of where the festival was held and took it to
the bus station. In the cities, like Sapporo or Tokyo or Kyoto, things are
written in romaji as well as kanji, but in our town, they’re only written in
kanji and we’re illiterate. Ted found out from the woman at the information
desk that to go to the matsuri location is 420yen each way and the bus leaves
from slot 6 in about ½ an hour. He also
found out that there are only two remaining buses returning and he found out
the times. The return buses would say
(in katakana) ta mi na ru (terminal) on the front. We were excited to be on our way! The sun was shining when we
got on the bus but it was raining by the time we got to the festival.
It was
held in a big parking lot of a community center and reminded me of the summer
carnivals in the small town where I grew up, except there were no carnival
rides.
Our
favorite restaurant, Bombay Blue, was there so we bought food to eat from
there.
We
watched some kind of children’s competition, where children ran to one of three
animals – buta (pig), panda (panda), tora (tiger), then one animal was
announced. The children at that animal
got to keep going, but the children at the other animals had to first go to the
announced animal, then go on. I don’t
really know what that was all about.
The
musical entertainment was a JPOP group called Fruity, made up of seven young
women with fruit names. They were very cute and animated and at one point, they
came out into the audience.
Their
fan club, the Fruity Army were as entertaining as the singers. They danced and sang and did all the arm
movements that the singers did.
When it
got close to the time of the last bus, we started asking about the location of
the bus stop and no one seemed to know.
We knew it was probably on the other side of the street and we did
eventually find it and make our way back home. We were very pleased with
ourselves for having navigated our illiterate selves to another adventure.