And the teeny kiddie flume, adorbs.
We found only one dark attraction at Spaland, this walk-through. Inside, it was more moody than scary, but I recall a lot of beheadings, so add a gold star for that. If you choose not to go in, hang around outside and watch what happens when the upper-floor shoji screens start sliding open.
I would imagine that this grotesquely surreal presentation sets up the story. We didn't spend any time in Spaland's souvenir shops; someone please tell me you can get this floating, disembodied tri-clops head on a t-shirt, or baseball cap, or keyring, or anything. So awesome, plus look at all the freaky dolls, or whatever the hell they are, underneath!
Then the scary witch lady comes. Standing ovation.
"POWDERED TOAST MAAAAAAAAAAN!"
Bye, Spaland, bye, Peter Rabbit! (I had all those small, green hardbound books as a kid; Potter's illustrations are outstanding.)
Behold a completely pointless shot of the pre-board area as we waited for our flight to Sapporo. You would not believe how easy and stress-free it was to check in, get through security, and make our way to the gate. Japan pwnership, per usual.
To be continued.
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