Japan was the one country that the more I went there, the less I understood it
Walking back to Shinjuku Station one evening... Lots of yelling and a big crowd of people.
Despite the generally courteous nature of the Japanese, it is not uncommon for someone to be yelling about something.
So we start making our way through the crowd, toward the Station entrance.
We can see who is yelling now, standing a little above the crowd. Then he disappears from view.
The crowd then yells, and we see things flying through the air toward where the yeller was yelling.
Then another yeller appeared, and stopped, and the crowd yelled, and more stuff flew through the air.
We continued forward, and see that the new yeller is standing on a huge pile of luggage. When he finished, more luggage flew onto the pile from the crowd.
I was next to a wall at this point, As the crowd yelled again I heard yelling from above.
I looked up.
Three Cheerleaders, with pom-poms.
Ah, so it had something to do with Sports.... I guess... Hard to tell, for sure...