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Trip Start Mar 11, 2006
45Trip End Aug 01, 2006
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The Hounen Matsuri festival every spring celebrates fertility in a big way. The centerpiece is a 3-4 meter, 700 pound phallus carved out of a tree trunk. It's marched around town on a litter hefted by about a dozen guys singing and, most noticeably, drinking, and ends up at the temple doors where a short ceremony is held before it is thrust in for the year
Ryan and I left Tokyo the morning of the event, with Kazuo again being a hero by dropping us at the station we needed. Passing Mt. Fuji on the way which, even from the train is breathtaking and perfect, we arrived in Komaki just as the party was getting started. Finally convincing through gestures and smiles the good folks at 2+3 Hair Make to let us stash our stuff behind their counter (Bronco Billy's Steakhouse wasn't taking), we wandered into a cacophony of festival food, colorful costumes, and knick-knacks, all glorifying the appendage that half of us hold so dear. After- also for good luck- rubbing the twin testes shrine and marching with the parade (led by the tall man in the devil mask before the weighty willy to ward off evil spirits), we all gathered in the square to try our hand at the mochi toss.
Up above and around us on perpendicular raised balconies were a few dozen festival officials with heaps and heaps of rice cakes at their feet. I had heard that this was the most dangerous part of the festival, but couldn't understand why until I saw what was before them
Grabbing our bags back and dispersing with the crowd, we only had left to be sad/somewhat relieved that we would be missing the festival's female counterpart several weeks later.
Moral of the story: It's actually super difficult to think of a half-dozen non-offensive euphemisms to be able to write this post with.