Thirty minutes from the small city where I live in Japan is another small city. There isn’t anything really special there: it’s basically a suburb of the next bigger city.
But …it is special in Japan for one reason.
It is Japan’s geographical center: … it is the bellybutton.
So what do you do when you are the bellybutton of a country?
You have a bellybutton festival!
A few hundred people dancing down the streets dressed up with painted stomachs or wearing t-shirts with faces on them; a few thousand people watching them; and a few thousand more trying to buy food and drinks at all the stands and kiosks.
There are no ifs, ands, or butts at this festival; … just innies and outies.
Even if you don’t join innie, you’re not left outie.
These women even gave me a free beer!
How cool is that?
note: here is a bit of video from the 2008 Shibukawa Heso Matsuri (Bellybutton Festival)
double note: I don’t think there is a festival celebrated in the geographical boobs of Japan … and for those of you living there, I stick out my tongue in your general direction.
triple note: I looked around for some lint, but I couldn’t find any.
quadruple note: razzbuffnik at “All The Dumb Things” left a very funny comment on my Boomerang entry. It seems to have taken on a life of its own. Have a look and add your thoughts if you are feeling silly.