Hello Kitty's pink potion

So for about a year, since Misha realized that Hello Kitty was born in Japan, this whole trip has been all about Hello Kitty land and the excitement of what this world might have to offer. It is hard to fathom how much our four year old girl has dreamt of her all these months, days, hours and minutes up until now. We are finally here, the day has come and we could not help feeling a bit ancious about the pinkmojo of this place. Could it actually deliver on all these dreams, the hours of goodnight stories, the endless drawings and paintings of what this fairyland would look, feel, smell and taste like. All the stories in kindergarden with all the other little, pink girls in their pink kitty shirts, pants, socks, haedbands, umbrellas, braclets, hats and life coloured by this soft, big, pink cat?

Steffen was mildly pessimistic after having spent 3 hours on Tokyo metro for the first time in our life, having gotten on the wrong train, trying to backtrack our steps in the right direction plus some bad Kitty-reviews in a hoky magazine the night before.

Well we stood outside and our faith laid in the rainbow in front of us, which actually ends here. We stepped inside, hardly nobody there, could this be a good sign?

Well the sparkles started to prickle us, within seconds the fairydust had captured us and we took of into fairyland. Guess what? The japanese they know how to do this sort of stuff. They don’t decide to do the ikea furniture in the last minute or cut the budget in the glitterdevision nor do they settle for any less then the best performers, the friendliest staff or the funkiest treats that shower you with cuteness, hugs and pink potion as long as you want.

It was a success. We were all pinked up to the top. We will be back!

For those specially interested in pink, glitter, kitties, sparkledust and such, here is the video pink fairyride, notice how much daddy likes this.

Thank you Brian, James, Karen, Curly and Bella

Our fantastic friends in Waimanalo, Hawaii: James the mechanic masterbrain and Brian, the murder mystery writer.

The view from our back yard.

Thank you Karen for your warmth and generousity.

Thank you Curly for the entertainment, speed and happy, wet morning kisses.

Bella and Curly, happy muffins and Misha's best friends.

Thank you, dear friends for making our stay at your place so happy, fun, safe and interesting. Thank you for driving us to the store, giving us the tour through the mountains, introducing us to that heavenly, amazing coconut pie and being so welcoming and warm.

Going to the toilet in Japan

Is a lot more interesting experience then home. We just have endless treats to learn here from their toilet inventions. Why make it so dull and plain boring to go to the toilet at home?
Firstly: the Japanese are tidy,  efficient, neat and organized people. Even though they smoke at least a pack each inside McDonalds, they know how to appreciate their morning visit to the loo.
We are still no more fancy then McDonalds, but still you are greeted by a toilet seat that gently pops up and bows to you as you enter the most microscopic room that ever was invented. There are just so many options here. There are buttons and levels to enhance your visit in all kids of shapes, colours and with the most interesting content you never knew you needed before now. As soon as you are about to sit down the deodorizer sprays the whole bowl so absolutly no scent will let out between you and the bowl. When you finally have found your spot, you soon learn to sit absolutely still or it might read your movement as; you need a shower or other surprise of some sort. This of course you can control with both strength, sound, smell, type of sprinkle and more, but since it is probably programmed by Microsoft it likes to take a wild and educated guess at what you might like, and hey you might be surprised. You may want a subtle flushing sound in the background, or you could just pop this up a notch to make it loud and ready for take off. The spray options are endless fun, it might make you forget why you actually entered this room, but anyhow..
Finding the flush, when you come this far, hey then they want you to play hide and seek. It is simply an experience.

Moments in paradise

Our first sunrise, Waimanalo beach

Our beach, almost all by our selves

Morning coffee and drawing session number one

Mel's Market, our neighbourhood store. They sell pigs feet in glasses here.

For a dime you can ride Billy.

Sunrise at the tarzan swing

sandcastle master

Oahu, Paradise Found - Waimanalo
Tropical birds reminding us about morning and sunrise, the sun popping up and streching, endless white beach, lush, verdant mountains framing our view, morning coffee and lazy afternoons with two happy puppies, sandcrabs building castles, dolphins, seaturtles as big as ponies..

taste of Japan's wonderful sense of form and colour

Amazing moonpies

Mmmmmm

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Sjekk sidene hans, og når han kommer for å lese for deg. Lassevis av gøy.

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