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Saturday, 26. January 2008
how does the tuna fit the can?
carschti, 14:19h
After 10 hours 12 minutes, 246 pictures, 3 film documents, 1 cappuccino, 1 lost american and 210 minutes on the train I´m back in the hotel. I´m so glad that I kicked myself out of the bed this morning. The day was perfect.
Let´s look back:
It´s not as cold as I thought. The station is full with trains. Maybe that´s the reason why it is called terminal and not station. The trains are sleeping here. Beside me there are 12 people waiting for the train. It´s still dark. Not a sign of the dawn. The moon stands high but is not full.
The train is empty and I´m sleeping before reaching the next station. Whenever I wake up the people opposite of me are looking at me. Seems like sleepy gaikujin are not often in the early trains. Who cares. It´s not the first time that japanese taking pictures of me, while sleeping.
Surprisingly the train is full when we reach Ueno station. Ueno is full of snowboarders. I would like to follow them, but my mission is the tuna.
Subway to Tsukiji station. The morning has broken. Damn, I wanted to be there in the dark. But it was the first train. We´ll see how it works out. More light means faster shutter speed, which is also alright.
Before even reaching the market itself the street is crowded with people. Some of them looking like they are on their way home, others having breakfast at one of the many small kitchen along the way. The closer I am to the market the more people and cars I see. It get´s louder with every step. The main entrance. Honking. Small vehicles with a huge amount of packages crossing the street. people running across and nobody seems to take care of the other. It´s a controlled chaos. As fast as possible leaving the street and into the market hall. I thought the motor carts would stop outside. No way.
The carts are driving through the stream of people negotiating the price of the fish. Also some tourist are here. Poor american girls. Dressed in completely white clothes they are wandering through the fishy and bloody hall. It´s time to regret, I think.
The hall is completely different to the fish market I have seen in Hamburg (Germany). It´s more chaotic, less touristy and much more different sorts of fish and seafood.
It´s a must see to watch the guys preparing the tuna for sale and all the different kinds of shrimps, squids and octopus. The clock shows nearly 9°°. Time to go. Most of the customers are leaving as well.
soem more pictures and the movies: http://picasaweb.google.com/chempelt/2008_01_26TsukijiMarket
Let´s look back:
It´s not as cold as I thought. The station is full with trains. Maybe that´s the reason why it is called terminal and not station. The trains are sleeping here. Beside me there are 12 people waiting for the train. It´s still dark. Not a sign of the dawn. The moon stands high but is not full.
The train is empty and I´m sleeping before reaching the next station. Whenever I wake up the people opposite of me are looking at me. Seems like sleepy gaikujin are not often in the early trains. Who cares. It´s not the first time that japanese taking pictures of me, while sleeping.
Surprisingly the train is full when we reach Ueno station. Ueno is full of snowboarders. I would like to follow them, but my mission is the tuna.
Subway to Tsukiji station. The morning has broken. Damn, I wanted to be there in the dark. But it was the first train. We´ll see how it works out. More light means faster shutter speed, which is also alright.
Before even reaching the market itself the street is crowded with people. Some of them looking like they are on their way home, others having breakfast at one of the many small kitchen along the way. The closer I am to the market the more people and cars I see. It get´s louder with every step. The main entrance. Honking. Small vehicles with a huge amount of packages crossing the street. people running across and nobody seems to take care of the other. It´s a controlled chaos. As fast as possible leaving the street and into the market hall. I thought the motor carts would stop outside. No way.
The carts are driving through the stream of people negotiating the price of the fish. Also some tourist are here. Poor american girls. Dressed in completely white clothes they are wandering through the fishy and bloody hall. It´s time to regret, I think.
The hall is completely different to the fish market I have seen in Hamburg (Germany). It´s more chaotic, less touristy and much more different sorts of fish and seafood.
It´s a must see to watch the guys preparing the tuna for sale and all the different kinds of shrimps, squids and octopus. The clock shows nearly 9°°. Time to go. Most of the customers are leaving as well.
soem more pictures and the movies: http://picasaweb.google.com/chempelt/2008_01_26TsukijiMarket
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