The ice sculptures were prepared days before the actual opening of the Sapporo Snow Festival. I couldn't have imagined that blood would ooze out of fish that have been been cryogenically frozen. It was downright creepy - and a buzzkill, besides.
Compared to the snow sculptures, the ice sculptures were unabashedly sales-sy. There was branding all over the place. The city was barfing snow and logos.
I was all iced out. Too much snow, too much cold, too much Sapporo beer... My central nervous system was vibrating from Hokkaido winter fatigue.
My only recourse was to get stupid.
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