Today I met up with the Aussie friend I mentioned in the previous article for a very eventful Sunday. We met up Shibuya and headed to Akihabara. The better informed of you may already know what happened. Essentially, a man drove into a crowd with a rented truck and then went on a knifing rampage. Read about it here. When my friend and I arrived at the place we found a large area taped off, full of the emergency service's vehicles and personell, with several helicopters circling the area. 

We saw a curious scene around this policeman. A somewhat old, bald man with kanji written on his face and eyebrows thickened with what seemed like felt tip first shoved at my friend and then entered the taped off area. The officer in the picture dragged him back and threw him beside a wall, where he continued to lie clutching his cell phone. 

Nevertheless we continued our sightseeing in the electric town, somewhat hindered by the size of the crimescene, apart from which, Akihabara seemed to be fairly normal. I did notice a larger amount of cosplayers than usual though. Lunch was had at Mos Burger, a Japanese style burger restaurant which serves Japanese size yet exceedingly good burgers.

After sufficient wandering and wondering, we headed to Harajuku, for I think that no Sunday in Tokyo is complete without a tour of the day's eccentrics.

The eccentric population was particularly high today. Perhaps it is better to visit later in the afternoon.

 
I usually try to ask for permission to take a picture as well as whether or not I can post it on the internet, which makes taking pictures sometimes difficult due to the amount of tourists.

Voter apathy is common in Japan, and because (if I correctly recall) Japanese campaign law forbids the use of the internet at a campaigning tool, candidates blast their messages from on top of vans like these. Generally you only see a few, usually older people, listening to them.

On our way back home we stopped at Shibuya, where we found a large crowd gathered outside a magazine store. We thought there might be a famous person, but moved on for a visit to my favourite arcade and the Shibuya Apple Store. When we returned however, we tried to see what all the fuss was about; some famous model apparently. Just as I had manouvered myself to one side of the crowd, the model pushed through the crowd with her bodyguards, running right past me. I had my camera on hand, but it was all over far too soon.