The name of this festival literally means “Gohoku (*the name of my area) hometown festival.” This festival is for the people of the area to celebrate their hometown on a personal level, with performances from students and other members of the community! I found out about this festival about 3 hours before it started, but you can bet your bottom dollar that I went! Of course, not knowing many people in town yet made it quite the overwhelming experience, but I figured that I should try to start integrating into this society if I were to become an active and functional member of it. So, even though most people didn’t talk to me, at least they’ll remember me when I start teaching classes at the middle school.
At the start of this festival, I felt super out of place and alone, so I coped by eating festival food! Always a good plan if you ask me. Well I first got a slushi! So good. I went and sat in the bleachers (as many people were doing) and watched some of the taiko (traditional Japanese drum playing) performances along with many of the people present. But, after a while I felt people looking at me as I sat alone and started to feel a bit out of place. Naturally, I went and sat behind some of the tents for a break from the awkward attention. After some time, I decided to go get some food. They were selling pork on a stick, in the traditional Japanese festival food manner, so I waited in line for that. Fast forward literally 30 minutes and I finally make it to the front of the line. It was well worth the wait, so I got my food and walked around, eating them while watching other performances. This two girls played an instrument and sang together:
It’s a bit dark so it may be hard to see them! The festival was held on the school grounds of the middle school – in the middle of the baseball diamond to be more precise. So I hung out as did many of the Japanese people at the festival, just watching what was happening around me. I sat down in a secluded place again for a bit and was approached by a Japanese couple with their small child. They were so sweet to me and gave me this balloon yoyo thing that they won at one of the games:
I sure hope they intended to give it to me! Otherwise I’m a horrible person. See that number on my fan? Remember it for later, it’ll be important.
Next thing I know, there’s a ramune drinking contest. For those of you who don’t know, ramune is a popular pop in Japan which has a marble that you pop down into the bottle to drink. This kids competing had all sorts of strategies! My personal favorite was the strategy of shaking the pop before opening it, resulting in a ton of pressure building up and exploding once the drink was opened. While this technique mostly caused pop to come out of their noses, it actually resulted in a win for some of them! It was interesting to say the least.
As I was standing there, confused and amazed at how the festival had so many interactive events, two little girls ran up to me, stood about two inches from me, and just stared up with the largest smile. I waved and they ran off giggling. Then again, a few minutes later they did the same thing. This time I said hello to them and they said hello back. I squatted down and talked to them. They were so adorable! It was unexpected to say the least, but I’m glad they weren’t too afraid to come up to me in the end!
Then, there was a raffle….remember how I told you to remember those numbers? I didn’t even realize what the number was for until they started calling out random numbers with prizes. There were probably 400 or so numbers, maybe more as there seemed to be 500-600 people, and only about 20 prizes. Well, somehow I won! When my number was called out, I had to double check to make sure I didn’t look like a fool and raise my hand for a number that I didn’t actually have. Well, I did actually have it. What did I win, you ask? Only the most American thing they had in the lineup. A French toast maker! It allows you to make French toast in the microwave…
That’s convenient for someone living on their own!
After the raffle, there was some more dancing, in the style of yosakoi!
In the end, I’m glad I went and was able to take part in a tradition of my area. This was the 44th annual Gohoku Furusato Festival.
Until next time! xx