Iconic British vehicles it seems don’t always come to Japan to get lavished with love and affection, but instead get unnecessarily neglected, as these previously posted pictures of a passenger-less London bus sadly prove.
And yet as sorry a sight as the bus is, it still looks like it could one day see service of some sort, whereas this once majestic MG Midget may soon never see the light,
let alone any love again.
Resulting in a considerably sad and somewhat incongruous sight in the suburbs.
Its once proud British racing green now turning into prolific British rust.
And unfortunately the only turning of heads will now be to tut at what has become an unusual and presumably much talked about eyesore.
A suitable spot for a read along with a rest in the sun. And, mercifully, the man in question doesn’t have moobs the size of most of the mammaries found in manga.
Japanese boat racing (kyotei) certainly doesn’t have the same image as its bigger and much more respectable relative, horse racing, as there are no fancy hats or royal connections down by the river. No families either. Just boats and lots of betting.
A sport that unashamedly boasts a collar as blue as the water, or at least boat number 4.
And, perhaps due to its lack of airs and graces, and much more functional rather than fancy facilities, it is one of the friendliest and most welcoming places I have ever had the pleasure to visit in Tokyo.
Of course that said, when it came to figuring out the form of the drivers.
And watching the actual races.
Whether precariously,
or otherwise perched.
It was all seriousness and solitary silence.
But in-between races, there were waves (of the non-water variety), greetings and the biggest and warmest of smiles a newcomer could ever hope for. The latter in particular being especially pleasant, as despite it being so simple, it’s something that sadly isn’t seen so much in Tokyo.
Meaning that without a doubt I’ll be back. And maybe next time I’ll get a result, allowing me to add financial gain to the fun.
A hope that a lucky t-shirt might just help me with.
Despite the red seeming somewhat unseasonal, this sensationally-shaped bonsai is still an absolute delight to behold.
And yet rather sadly, having spoke to one of the men managing this one and many others, it seems that who exactly started it, or even saw it through its first century, is totally and utterly unknown.
