On our way home from a long weekend glamping in the mountains of Kitahiroshima (banana boats and strawberry picking all inclusive), we stopped off in Mukaihara Town in Akitakata for Kabuki, a traditional Japanese drama show. The story was lost on me and my sub-par Japanese but the glorious colors and hypnotic spins I could not have missed.
This is highly melodramatic but I really cannot put into words the terror I feel pretending I am this kid. I can't. I imagine that I would have cried and kicked and crapped my pants. Or gone limp and feigned unconsciousness until the poor guy hastily put me back down on the tatami mat.
But I can't lie: the intensity of the colors - not to mention the melodrama of the smoke machine - and the precision of the drums and motions made for a pretty damn good albeit dizzying show. ♠