Category Archives: Akihabara

A Saturday night in Akihabara

Walking out of the office this evening, my mind felt numb, as if it had been baked over 9 hours into a lifeless, flavourless spongecake.  It either stays numb until I get home, or it wakes with a jolt on a walk around otakuland in Akihabara … Continue reading

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A night at the Akihabara theatre

After work today, I wandered into the Don Quijote building on Chuo-dori.  On the gingko tree-lined pavement outside there was a queue for Hot Dogs.  There are 8 floors inside.  Escalators go up through the building`s centre, passing floors filled with erotic French maid outfits and girls school uniforms, video arcade machines and UFO catchers, cartoon creature-themed pillows … Continue reading

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One more chance at life

Wandering Akihabara the other night, I went searching for some startling sights, some places that would change how I think about Life, Japan and Everything.  Within minutes, I had found 4 places. Spot 1: Mammoth Curry, a small diner, elbow-to-elbow with young Japanese blokes, which only serves … Continue reading

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Neverland night in Akihabara

Finishing my shift at 7pm tonight, I wandered aimlessly around Akihabara. Schoolgirls in maid outfits lined the street handing out fliers to maid cafes. One of the girls, who was tall, confident and strikingly fair-haired (perhaps she`s a half), was brave enough … Continue reading

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Settling into Akihabara

At last I have found a job.  I`m working in customer service near Akihabara – the digital district between Asakusa and the Imperial Palace.  Wishing to be based in Tokyo for a while, I am even enjoying the one hour door-to-door commute.  The contrast between my … Continue reading

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Drowning in a maid cafe

Last week I took a visiting journalist to a Maid café in Akihabara. It was an uncomfortable experience. The journalist was nervous, requesting pre-café caffeine for courage. I was worried he might take offence to the maids` bizarre behavior and appearance.

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