{daily life} Day Eleven: Manga Museum, Nishiki Market, And A Very Special Reunion In Osaka

Good evening! I’m writing this so late – it’s day fourteen already – because I’ve been so lazy and busy (lol, what?) these past few days. I was actually doubting whether I should write this post at all because it’s been a few days already, and because I also still have to blog about yesterday, which was also another interesting an exciting day. But in the end I decided that I simply have to blog about day eleven, because something quite special took place on that day.

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Didn’t find a better opening picture. Soz.

Day eleven officially started around noon, when I met up with a few of my friends and we all went to the Kyoto International Manga Museum together.

The Kyoto International Manga Museum is about, well, manga (- how insightful). Located inside a former elementary school, it has three floors, and there is a lot going on on each of these floors. For example, there is a little workshop area, where you can get your portrait drawn by a professional manga artist. There is also an international manga and comic corner, where you can find manga and comics in various languages, like German, French, Italian or Thai, to name a few. There is also a big hall where the history of manga is explained. You can even watch a kamishibai performance – a form of street theatre and picture storytelling that was very popular in Japan during the twentieth century.

On top of all of these things, there are countless shelves of Japanese manga on every floor: everyone can just grab any manga from one of these shelves, sit down on on one of the many armchairs and couches, and read.

There is even a little area that was modeled after a candy shop in a popular manga. At that “candy shop,” you can buy candy and snacks featured in said manga, such as for example Black Thunder and Umaibo .

The museum is pretty affordable: for an adult, a ticket is only 800 yen. I would say that it is definitely worth that money, even if you are not that much of an anime, manga or comic fan, since there is quite a bit on the history of manga, plenty of pretty art, and interesting workshops and events. However, if you’re not interested in reading any of the manga there, you might not be able to spend too much time inside the museum: My friends and I pretty much finished looking through everything after about an hour, I think.

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Nishiki Market. And pro lighting, obviously.

After the museum and a quick lunch at the nearby Sukiya, we made our way to Nishiki Market. Probably one of Kyoto’s most famous sightseeing spots, Nishiki Market offers not only a huge variety of food and drinks, but also souvenirs, clothing, kitchen equipment, and much more. It is located right between Sanjo-dori and Shijo-dori (the street with the many shops and restaurants), so it’s pretty central and easily accessible. Nishiki Market has a lot of delicious Japanese street food to offer, but all of us were pretty full from lunch, so we mostly just looked around and didn’t try too many things. All I got was a mango and apple juice, and a yakimochi – a green tea flavoured mochi filled with red bean paste that had been grilled on a charcoal grill for a few minutes, and was all hot and gooey and so good. (Oh my god, that sounds so dirty.) (But I bet nobody would have even thought of this as dirty if I hadn’t written anything.) (Okay, Simone, stop.)

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Yakimochi. I want another one.

After Nishiki Market, we did a little bit more shopping and walking around in the area. In the early evening, I said bye to my Dosh peeps (what do you think of that swag name for my Doshisha friends?), however, because I had to go to Osaka, because a very special person was waiting for me there. (I’m writing “very special” a lot in this blog post). But who is that very special person, you ask? My secret hot Japanese boyfriend None other than my super-awesome buddy from Vancouver, Roya. We were in the same Japanese class in the first half of grade 10 when I was doing a six-month-exchange in West Vancouver, and again in grade 11, when I returned to West Vancouver to live there for another two years to do the International Baccalaureate program. Kind of funny (and fateful) that we both ended up in the same region in Japan at the same time after suffering so much in Japanese class together.

Although I technically had not seen Roya for over three years until Saturday, I didn’t really get the feeling that we had been apart for that long. Probably because neither of us changed too much. Not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. But anyway, we had tons of fun together, just like in the good old times. Since I only had about three or four hours in Osaka because I wanted to get back to Kyoto in time for the last subway, we didn’t do anything too crazy. We mostly walked around Osaka, and I remembered how much I love this city – I love how huge it is, how it’s always so crowded with people, how there are neon signs everywhere lighting up the streets, how there is so much noise and music everywhere, how there is always something going on. It just has a completely different feel than Kyoto.

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The famous Glico sign!

We also went to a Vegan café together (sorry for dragging you there, Roya, if you’re reading this) and got the most expensive Vegan cake ever. 650 yen for a small piece of cake, are you shitting me? But it was good, and healthy, and organic (or whatever), and I really needed some proper dessert after almost two weeks of only eating mochi. *first world problems*

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How to not take professional food photos 101

And that was pretty much everything that went down on day eleven. I hope you didn’t get bored of my daily-not-so-daily-blogposts-because-I’m-the-biggest-procrastinator-Dosh-has-ever-seen!!!1!1!  I’ll see you in the next post (which will probably be up in a few hours because I have to catch up.) BYE.

PS.: Sorry for the embarrassing lack of good photos in this post. Manga Museum didn’t let us take any pictures, and I was too busy hanging out with my friends and stuffing my face to take good photos. Not a good excuse, I know. I swear by the life of my cat the photos in the next post are going to be much better. (Because they couldn’t be possibly worse than these, even if I took them with my eyes closed)

 

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