The plane ride there:
The plane glides over the silent land far below. My breath is taken away as my eyes are drawn to lights twinkling like a thousand stars in the sky. But what really catches my attention is the tall mountain that towers above the land, hardly identifiable against the dark sea. Compared to large wing of the aircraft it looks more like the size of my thumb nail. I look up slightly and long streaks of yellow and light orange spread across the horizon. My ecstasy and anticipation knows no bounds. All week sitting through class waiting to see the land of the rising sun. Adrenaline pumps through my body as the wheels to touch down on there tarmac. The clouds create a mist, obscuring the wonders of Japan within. As my thumb taps the button on my Ipad, I know that no photo can truly represent this amazing scene today.
A sea of harsh primary colours circle the green field. People the size of dots wearing yellow and red scuttle around the field, warming up for the intense game ahead. The sky above is surreal, the product of some meticulous painting; it’s like one of those beautiful murals that are on the ceilings of churches. The atmosphere is dynamic, with bright advertisements of beverages to banks. Lights around the top rim of the stadium glisten like stars in the night sky. My heart is racing with excitement. As everyone starts to settle in their seats the players huddle up in their trams and run back into the changing rooms. As they emerge they are given a warm Japanese welcome into the field as the traditional drums beat, and my heart with it.