I bet you've heard of the rainbow bridge in Tokyo and how it's tastefully done, a must-see, blah blah blah.
Try crossing the bridge on a freezing cold day. The bridge is 918 metres long in total length and yes we walked from one end (Shibaura) to the other end (Odaiba) on an effing cold winter day with only a thin layer of short-sleeved cotton shirt and pleated mini-skirt underneath my Liz Lisa brocade coat. I don't remember how long it took us to cross the bridge but it felt like forever.
The bridge is built with two decks;
One with the regular road (the one we walked on) and monorail, the other with an express highway.
Look harder at the picture above. See the monorail? Why didn't we take the monorail instead? Our brains must have been frozen because I simply have no good excuse to justify our impaired judgement.
I kept asking my dad "Are we there yet?" on a 10 seconds interval for the entire journey.
If you don't mind bracing the cold, taking in the view from the deck can be a marvellous experience.
After walking for what seemed like forever, seeing the ferris wheel was like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. With the ferris wheel in sight, it could only meant one thing. Yes, we had arrived in Odaiba! Like FINALLY!
Odaiba, the large artificial island in Tokyo bay is the most beautiful sight-seeing destination. It's popular among both tourists and locals.
Tokyo, due to its close proximity to Hong Kong is a popular holiday destination among the Chinese. The familiarity of the chinese chatting away in cantonese put me at ease. At least I don't feel like a total alien. There is a food theme park with none other than "little hong kong" as the theme in the Decks Shopping Mall, probably to cater the vast number of chinese tourists. Ahhhh!! The taste of home. Well, they don't exactly have nasi lemak but dim sum could temporarily curb my homesickness.

In the same mall, the arcade in this picture below reminded me of an episode of Doraemon shrinking Nobita and Sizuka so they could wander around the miniature city. The arcade really brought us down the memory lane. Those were the days when our imaginations ran wild and knew no barrier. Don't we all just love Doraemon? Well, the Doraemon I know is probably different from the one you know because the one I know speak Malay. :P
P/S: If you've notice there are very few picture with me in it, it's simply because I refuse to post any picture of me looking like a Barney (Yes, Barney the purple dinosaur). When I'm cold, I turn into the unflattering hue of purple.













