Well, after our Kyushu ramen lunch, we headed for the bridge linking Harajuku station to Yoyogi Park, where teenage girls (and some boys) gather in all their freaky splendour; if you wanna see these Goth-Lolis, you've gotta go on a Sunday.
We had seen some of them earlier when we were walking up and down Takeshita Dori, but on this bridge, there were so many of them. Many of them were dragging their trolley bags along so I assume they left their house wearing normal clothes and their parents aren't aware of what their kids were up to on Sundays.
I joked with Brian that imagine you're just standing there minding your own business, not in any costume, then tourists start coming up to you, taking your pictures! Cos you look like a freak without even trying! It was really funny at the time, cos what I really said was, "Imagine Daddy standing there, and people going up to him and taking his pictures." Waahhh, we kept laughing at the thought, Eddie claimed I looked more the part, being in all black that day save for my red reebok sneakers.
Actually, I almost took a picture of a Caucasian lady who was wearing a purple frilly dress and had heavy make-up and bright-hair, till I realised she was with a few other westerners who were busy taking photos of the real Harajuku kids.