Every year there is a small, free-entry rock festival near the base of Mt. Iwaki, and I knew I had to go as soon as someone told me about it. It had been almost a year since I’d gone to a live show, so I was really looking forward to watching some local Japanese bands out in the sun all day.
I was actually quite surprised at how good the bands were; not really being a fan of Japanese music, I was a little skeptical of what the acts would be like but was mainly just going for the experience, and of course, the food stalls that no Japanese festival is complete without.
The first band was a punk trio featuring two girls dressed in nurse uniforms on bass and guitar/vocals, with a guy on drums in a doctor’s coat. They were awesome and had a really fun style, saying “odaiji ni!” (get well soon) as they walked off stage after their set. A very enthusiastic drunk guy appeared at the front of the audience a couple of times, punching the air to the music and encouraging everyone else to join him. He did manage to get two American ALTs to come up and jump around for a bit, but otherwise he was rocking out solo.
On the way back we stopped off to check out the Jersey cow dairy farm for ice cream. We couldn’t actually see the cows, although we could smell them, and it seemed like the only thing there was the tiny shop where a grumpy lady was selling fresh dairy products from the farm. I chose caramel banana ice cream after some intense indecision over that and my all time favourite flavour, mocha, and it was well worth the risk. I’ll be back for the mocha.
We also drove to see the nanohana, a huge field of beautiful yellow rape blossoms in front of Mt. Iwaki. It was gorgeous in the hazy late afternoon, and the hundreds of bees seemed to be enjoying the flowers too.