Kotaku
The sweet scent of flowers perfumes the entryway. Congratulatory bouquets are stacked off to the side. In the doorway, a young woman in a purple kimono bows.
At the reception desk, there are three more women in purple kimonos. I check the price list. 800 yen for adults and 500 yen for junior/senior high school students.
"Well, I'm not a junior high school student," I tell the receptionist.
Next to me, an elderly lady and her husband with a glass eye laugh.
"Neither are we," says the elderly lady.
Women in purple kimonos scurry around, directing people here or there. I'm about to plant my Pumas onto the pink carpet when a purple kimono makes a beeline for me.
"Take off your shoes please," a purple kimono tells me in English.
I look down. Everybody's in their socks. Except me.
"This way," she says, leading me to a locker room. She selects a locker for me, puts my shoes in and shuts it, before scurrying off to help another visitor.
Okay, now I feel like a retard.
There's Tradition in Them Hills [Kotaku]
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