Fuji rocked, Tokyo toked

Three weeks after the fact, I decided it’d be a good idea to post some photos from Tokyo and the incomparably awesome Fuji Rock Fest.

This is taken from the middle of the crowd during Bloc Party’s set on Saturday, looking back towards the hill (and, in the distance, the road).

Fuji Rock’s main stage, which hosted My Bloody Valentine, Underworld, Primal Scream, Bloc Party, Ben Folds, Travis, and a bunch of others I didn’t see.

My abnormally tall friend Chris, looking fresh on the first day.

Candles under a teepee in the Field of Heaven.

Chris wasn’t impressed at the lack of Harajuku girls in Tokyo.

Drinking on the streets of Hibiya, Tokyo, outside a yakitori joint. The man at the back wasn’t supposed to be in the photo, but he made it oh so much better. Here, in my hat, I make my first photo appearance on my blog.

Pachinko — some sort of pinball-esque gambling game — is immensely popular in Japan. My gigantic friend made it look small-time.

Stop the press

My friend wrote complaining that I haven’t updated in ages, which means he has nothing to do at work. Apparently, he just reads this blog on repeat. Fool.

I’ve been bad. No proper updates from Fuji Rock. No photo postings. No insightful commentaries on life in Hong Kong. No dashing witticisms. No women. No cry.

I do have opinions and thoughts and wanderlust, but I’m not at liberty to share them here. Mainly because I can’t be bothered.

Um, what do I usually do in these situations? Write a list of favourite things, of course.

My favourite things right now (without links — see aformentioned laziness):

• The Dark Knight
• Dinner at Crystal Jade
• Friends visiting from New Zealand
• Bon Iver

Good night.