The first thing I noticed in Sapporo was how empty it was. At Sapporo station - the largest train station in Hokkaido - there were wide corridors, assembly points, information desks and waiting rooms, but no one around, really, to fill them. In Tokyo station, of course, it's a different story. My homestay mother noticed, on our search for a map of the area, that there was only one sign for overseas visitors, which read: 外国人案内場所. Really useful for the foreign tourist!
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One of the main exits at the biggest and busiest train stations in Hokkaido |
It was raining - a fine drizzle coating the pavements, the concrete buildings - but thankfully most of central Sapporo is built on a large, complicated network of underground shopping centres. I am ashamed (am I?) to say that I spent most of the three hours I had shopping instead of hitting the sightseeing trail. But I did have the recommended ramen in the proper district. But it turned out it wasn't the right kind of Sapporo ramen, which entails sweet corn and butter.
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waiting in line for good ramen |
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At 'Ramen Alley' - reminds me of Chip Alley in Cardiff |
I walked from Sapporo station to Susukino, stopping on the way to pop my head out into (onto?) the surface and take a peek at Odori Park and the TV tower. The park is very European in style, with fountains, lawns and neatly arranged flower beds in oranges and pinks.
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awfully sorry to bother you, but do you by any chance have the time? |
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naked dancing women |
Despite this, there were hardly any Europeans in Sapporo. In fact, I didn't see any in my (admittedly) brief time. And, more than in Niseko (which is fairly international for a small town of 10,000 inhabitants) I was struck by self-consciousness. Especially when I was sitting in the ramen-ya: passers-by stopped, smiled or even waved at me through the window. One unfortunate teenager looked up, met my eye, and tripped over his feet.
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Sapporo tram |
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sapporo's answer to shibuya |
All in all, there were many, many things I could have done in Sapporo (the Literature Museum, Modern Art Museum, the Clock Tower [what? you didn't even see the clock?], the numerous beautiful parks, the brewery). Please, if you have the chance, do those things. Succeed where I have failed.
Still, I managed to buy a really nice blouse.
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