Today is a public holiday all about respecting the elderly and celebrating long life. There are fifteen different public holidays a year in Japan, and with the recent introduction of the Happy Monday System, many of the holidays have had their date changed to Monday; this is to give the Japanese people a three day weekend. Today I am in perpetual agony with a toothache, but thanks to the elderly, all of the dentists are on holiday. Not wishing to bare ones teeth, I struggle on in pain.nMy first stop today is Shibuya Station. With most of the country off work today,the area is overcrowded and annoying. I grab a bottle of drink that claims to contain one thousand lemons (which I very much doubt), before walkingin the sunshine toward Harajuku, in search of some illustrious graffiti. On the way I pass Yoyogi Park; here there are swarms of teenage girls all standing around waiting for some sort of summer concert to start. I decide to pass on the concert. In Harajuku, it is just as crowded. I wander around side streets but find the graffiti to be somewhat lacklustre. I take just one photograph, before walking back toHarajuku Station.nnnnnI take the Yamanote Line to Meguro, which translates to mean black eyes. After eventually finding a map, I discover that my destination isnt marked, so I search for a Seven Eleven and use their free wireless Internet. I then head to theMeguro Parasitological Museum; the only parasite museum in the world, I might add. I am surprised to find it open on a public holiday, and I am even more surprised to find that the entry is free.nIf you are looking for a cheap destination for a romantic afternoon, then theMeguro Parasitological Museum is for you. Here, there are jars of parasites, magnifying glasses for that closer look, and an interactive screen displaying the life cycle of a parasite. There is even a small souvenir shop selling shirts depicting parasitological dissections; finally,a gift shop sellingsomething worth buying.nnWith appetence faded, I leave the museum and decide to pass on lunch. I take the Megura Line six stops tookayama Station. Each timethe train starts up, it sounds like a jet engine. I change atokayama to theTky imachi Line; this train also sounds like it is about to take off as it leavesthe station. Eventually, I land inJiygaoka.nJiygaoka is often voted as one of the best places to live in Tokyo. The streets here are a cluster of expensive clothes shops and shopsselling expensive cakes and sweets. There are signs outside a few of the storesthat say, Women only. The roads here are even pedestrianised during the daytime, making extra spacefor the many crowds.My intrigue takes me to a place called, Sweets Forest.nnSweets Forest is an indoor theme park full of cake shops and overpriced candies. For no reason, traditional Irish folk music is playinginside. The thought of eating sweets brings more pain to my teeth, so I decide it is time to leave. I take the Tokyu Toyoko Line to Shibuya, changing to the Ginza Line before heading home.nBack at the hostel, everything is annoying me. People asking each other the same questions. People speaking in languages that could well be English yet I cant be sure. People making too much noise. Everything is getting on my nerves. My mind cant focus. I try writing, but I am distracted by the pain in my teeth and now jaw. Tomorrow I have the daunting task of visiting a Japanese dentist. A friend jokes about how dentists here continue to administer pain, even when you scream and raise your hand to signal them to stop; or how rather than fixing yourproblem, they just remove your teeth.nWith my mind consumed bypain, I try to get an early night. I head off to bed at 9 pm; although sleep, I expect, will be somewhat limited. Not a very happy Monday at all.nRead the next part of my Journey in Japan, where enjoy the Autumn Equinox by getting drunk on a boatby clicking here.nOr alternatively, click here to begin the journey from part one.