Photographs from a small group of islands
The incessant heat and humidity make Tokyo’s increasingly long summers difficult to deal with. And on the countless days when it simply wears one down, there really don’t seem to be any benefits. Except one that is. The simple pleasure of sitting somewhere totally bereft of pretension and enjoying a wonderfully cold beverage.
Cycling is a hugely popular pastime in Japan, with massive numbers of lycra-clad Tokyoites heading for the city’s cycle paths and more wild western regions every weekend. But the bicycle also remains the most convenient method for many people to get about, whether it be to work, the local supermarket, or just the station. And what better way to enjoy this traditional form of travel than in equally traditional attire?
Summer is well and truly here in Tokyo. The sun is high, as is the humidity, which means only one thing: time to leave for a little while.
However, that’s not to say my absence means there won’t be any new photographs here, because there will — just less that’s all. So, for the next month, there’ll only be a couple of posts a week. On Mondays and Thursdays. Just enough to keep things ticking along nicely until my return.
And with that I shall be off. First heading into the dark underbelly of Tokyo, and then on to the rather more bulging one of Britain.
The breeze coming in from Tokyo Bay wasn’t very strong. In fact it wasn’t very cool either. But the hazy view of Rainbow Bridge and the distinctive Fuji TV Building, clearly made it a decent enough spot to while away a little time.
Japanese festivals are fascinating for many reasons, but especially intriguing are the participants. Men and women who one way or another don’t quite fit with the common image of the average salaried worker.
Something that is very much the case with this fella. A man meticulously turned out, and definitely not to be messed with.
