To say I’m a bit of a Ghibli nerd would be an understatement. My whole trip to Tokyo revolved around when I could get into the museum. It’s a funny place to try and talk about because my favourite part of visiting was that I had no expectations. For the first time ever, I didn’t do a single bit of research or Instagram searching because I wanted it to be a surprise.
Baring that in mind I’m going to keep the details to a minimum so that I don’t slip any spoilers for fellow Ghibli geeks.
For the whole five days I was in Tokyo, the heavens only opened the second I left the hostel to begin my journey to Ghibli. Typical. As I arrived at the museum on the bus, decorated with Susuwataris, the grey clouds and ever-threatening rain added some atmosphere to the scene – particularly the Iron Robot at the top of the hill.
I was guided to the entrance where I handed over my booking (that I’d been clutching for three months – book in advance!) in exchange for a ticket made from movie stills and headed inside.
I don’t want to give too much away but I loved my day at the museum. It’s small, yes, and I know that some people have been disappointed but I quite enjoyed the intimacy and limitedness of it. I would love to have seen more movies make an appearance. My favourites Princess Mononoke and Howl’s Moving Castle were nowhere to be seen.
The exclusive movie was very cute, it had me in tears and it felt special to see something that can’t be viewed anywhere else. The only downfall for me (and this is a very British tourist complaint) is that it is all in Japanese. For the most part this isn’t a problem but when looking at some of the artwork and designs it would have been nice to see the descriptions in English.
That aside it filled all of my Ghibli geek needs and I walked away with my heart a little lighter.