Here we were, New Years Eve, in Tokyo, Japan. Most guidebooks and Japanese tourism experts recommend to travel to Japan pretty much anytime EXCEPT New Years. The reason for this is that New Years in Japan is like Christmas in the States. Everybody is traveling and visiting family, and nothing is open. So yeah, this was the worst time to go to Japan, but it was our only option.
Our New Years Eve started with a trip to Harajuku. This is a place known for trendy clothes shopping and teens that dress in a completely outlandish mismatched style. This is what we were looking for, some of these Harajuku girls, but they didn't seem to come out at all on New Years Eve. There were, however a lot of food stands and a lot of people due to the holiday:

We all treated ourselves to some chocolate bananas, here's Amber and Kelsey obtaining bananas in the background of my delicious white chocolate banana:

There were some really nice side streets with shops and art studios in Harajuku. It was nice to escape the mob of people for a while. Here's Amber, Dave, and Kelsey undernearth a Harajuku archway:

There were some pretty strange, random sightings in Harajuku, including this store display:



Harajuku also has a primary shopping street. As you can see, it was really, really ridiculous, so we didn't end up going into any shops. They were all open, though, so it was nice to know that we could have gone. This place which houses an oriental bazaar was closed the entire New Year Holiday, so I think I missed out on some prime souvenier opportunities.


There was a large countdown which we couldn't understand because it was in Japanese, and then at the stroke of midnight everybody in the temple released a white balloon with a New Years wish tied to it. It was a great sight, but didn't show up well on camera.
I did get at least one nice shot in my first photos of 2010:



So that was the end of an entire decade, the zeros or oughts or whatever. Let's hope that the tens are just as great or better. Happy New Year.
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