Nobody asked to have their picture taken with me or anything like that, but I definitely had the feeling that I was being watched...and stared at. I was stared at by:
...infants who would point at me and then bury their heads in their parents' legs.
...school children who would wave at me and shout out "HELLO!" while walking by.
...senior citizens who had now seen the human Godzilla and could die in peace knowing they had seen it all.
My question is: Am I really that big? Or... Are the Japanese just really small? Maybe, it's a combination of both.
I mean, come on! This is ridiculous. Right? Although, I noticed Japanese people walking under it (at Ueno train station in Tokyo) without even ducking. I avoided hitting my head this time, but I could have used a warning in a few dozen other places around Japan to avoid bumpin' the old noggin.
Then, this picture at Nikko train station. I'm 6'5" (about 195 cm). What are these people, four feet tall? I think they'd fit into my carry-on bag.
We determined that we could TOTALLY live in Japan - we liked it that much! However, if we did, I'm sure I'd have a hard time finding clothes in my size. For example, Mrs. TBF and I went into a Lacoste store, and the largest shirt size they had was a size 3 - I wear a size 7 Lacoste shirt (just in case you're planning on buying something for me for Christmas).
See? It's not easy being me!