Well here we are the month of October nearly over and we have posted a grand total of, well I guess this makes four times... yeah, that was our bad. In by way of an apology let me offer you this embarrassing little story. Rewind with me if you will a few weeks back to the little seaside twon of Beppu. You remember Beppu right? It's hot, the air is something you practically have to swim through, pockets of steam are rising out of the street and the rise and fall of the ocean is booming off in one ear. We are off to a little traditional sushi restaurant we discovered in a back alley a few nights before which had, quite honestly, the best sushi any of us had ever tasted, the people were also really nice and we had had an awesome interaction with them the last time we were there.
Since it was our last night in town we decided to splurge and get the most expensive thing on the menu. You should probably know the menu is in Japanese with no pictures and no one at this restaurant speaks English. Anyway when we point to the item in question the lady kind of raises an eyebrow but leaves and gets it anyway. It turns out to be a plate of sushi with a decorative shrimp head on it. We were thought it a bit odd but hey whatever it's something new. Anyway I'm just reaching out for a piece when Nate says, “Um guys. I think that thing is moving.”
We're all like, “What no way.” But in the spirit of adventure I reach out an poke it with a chopstick. Sure enough moves and we're all like, “Holy shit!” (pardon the language please.)
Anyway, we decide to eat other things and leave the poor thing to die in peace. We were just reaching for other stuff on the table when suddenly the head just freaks the hell out. If you've ever seen the movie Alien it was kind of like that. It opened it's mouth and shot out these prong-fan things that were opening and closing spasmodically.
If you've ever wanted to see four grown men jump that would have been the moment to be there. Nate nearly flipped the table over on Ian. Anyway we were all so wigged out by it we ended up covering the head with an empty bowl and all drinking water for the majority of the rest of the meal. Apparently the the actual piece of sushi that was the other end of the head was really tasty, only Nate and Ian tried it though so I can't really say.
Later we discovered this strange and emasculating dish is called "dancing shrimp" and is considered somewhat of a delicacy. Apparently we were supposed to tear the meat off it's head an eat that, they say it's delicious. Knowing this I can only imagine what the poor serving lady must have thought finding the most sumptuous part the meal carefully tucked away from sight after we left. I hope she got a kick out it.
As always semper fi.
S.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Probability That We Are Dead
So. It's been, what, 18 days since you've heard from us? Wondering if we are still alive? We can answer that question.
The probability that we were dead, just before you read this post, was 0.0049%, or 49/10,000ths of a percent.
Wondering how we got that number?
Fairly simple.
Swivel.com has a data set of the yearly mortality rate for every age. The average mortality rate for our age group (18-25) is 25 per 100,000.
25/100,000 = .00025
Divide by 365 to get the daily mortality rate.
.00025/365 = .0000006849
Add 1 and raise to the power of the number of days we have been out of contact.
1.0000006849^18 = 1.000012328 - 1 = 0.000012328
Multiply by four of us, and you get (approx):
.000049 or 0.0049%
Pretty good odds that we are still alive.
Anyway. What have we done since October 2nd? Here goes.
We went back up to Utsunomiya to visit the nurses' school. They asked us to come to their school festival, and what could we do but accept?
Friday night we arrived in Utsunomiya, went to Mike's place and crashed. Thanks a ton to Mike for letting us use his apartment, and thanks to Joey for providing sleeping bags and pads.
Saturday morning, we woke up at 9:30, figuring that it would take us a little over a half an hour to get to the school. Google maps had provided us with a path, and at 10:30, we set out, hoofing it in the general direction of the eisei-fukushi-daigakkou, or the Hygiene Welfare College. In Japanese, that's 衛生福祉大学校, which you may not be able to read. Don't worry, I can't either.
Anyway, 30 minute walk, right? WRONG. Two and a half hours later, and two hours late, we arrived at what we thought Google maps was pointing to. A middle school. Crying inside, we went to a Denny's (yes, a Denny's) and ate lunch, and then hobbled our way back to Mike's apartment, where I promptly fell asleep. We decided that, in the interests of not offending the girls too badly, we should take a taxi the next day. Thankfully it was a two day festival.
Sunday dawned bright, and we were up by 9:00 and out of the house. Several of the nurses we know were performing a dance at 10:00, or so we thought. We walked down the street, flagged a taxi, and I showed him the address of the school. He paused for a moment, and then with much miming managed to ask me what the name of the place was. I said eisei-fukushi-daigakku, and he grinned and nodded, and we were off.
After a few minutes of silence, he suddenly asked me a question, and when I motioned that I spoke no Japanese, he repeated one word several times.
"Noburu, noburu, noburu. "
What is noburu...?
Then he said:
"Obama."
Bing! Light bulb! The Japanese have no "l" sound, so noburu meant Nobel! I said "Hai, hai!" (Yes, yes!). Awesome taxi driver.
Then the bottom of my stomach dropped out. We were following the same route that we walked the day before. Oh no! My mind went crazy, thinking that perhaps we had the wrong directions... Augh! Lesson to be learned, if you ever travel in Japan:
TRUST THE TAXI DRIVERS.
They know what they are doing. Turns out, so does Google maps. I had misinterpreted the map and the middle school we thought Google maps was pointing to? Just a few blocks away from the Nursing school.
Damn it.
Anyway, the festival was awesome. A band played a few numbers, and quite well. Then the girls got on stage and did three choreographed dance numbers, set to pop music, all of which were really well done.
After the dance numbers, the girls showed us around the school a little, and then we sat and talked for a few hours. One of the friends of the girls had brought her son, who must have been 2 or so. I believe his name was Coco (Coco-chan, in Japanese, the chan essentially means little). Soooo cute. The girls got several pictures, which may or may not be arriving by email eventually.
After a couple of hours of talking, we finally ran out of conversation, and made our way back. Turns out it's about a 45 minute walk. Bleh.
That night, after Ian and Shan napped for a good four hours, we went to Joey's place, where he hosted a Dungeons and Dragons campaign. We were joined by Joel, a friend of Joey's who is also into D&D.
EIGHT HOURS LATER, we had slain several harpies, some skeletons, a succubus and her summoned Vroc (giant bird), and a Lich with wicked amounts of health, and an insanely irritating spell called Disintegrate that hits for 2d6/level. Joey was rolling 22 six sided dice to figure out the damage. Ian nearly died.
Anyway, at about 3:30am we headed back to Mike's apartment and crashed.
That's pretty much the extent of our adventures in Utsunomiya. Next post will cover Yokohama, and the tallest building in Japan!
Until next time,
Dane
The probability that we were dead, just before you read this post, was 0.0049%, or 49/10,000ths of a percent.
Wondering how we got that number?
Fairly simple.
Swivel.com has a data set of the yearly mortality rate for every age. The average mortality rate for our age group (18-25) is 25 per 100,000.
25/100,000 = .00025
Divide by 365 to get the daily mortality rate.
.00025/365 = .0000006849
Add 1 and raise to the power of the number of days we have been out of contact.
1.0000006849^18 = 1.000012328 - 1 = 0.000012328
Multiply by four of us, and you get (approx):
.000049 or 0.0049%
Pretty good odds that we are still alive.
Anyway. What have we done since October 2nd? Here goes.
We went back up to Utsunomiya to visit the nurses' school. They asked us to come to their school festival, and what could we do but accept?
Friday night we arrived in Utsunomiya, went to Mike's place and crashed. Thanks a ton to Mike for letting us use his apartment, and thanks to Joey for providing sleeping bags and pads.
Saturday morning, we woke up at 9:30, figuring that it would take us a little over a half an hour to get to the school. Google maps had provided us with a path, and at 10:30, we set out, hoofing it in the general direction of the eisei-fukushi-daigakkou, or the Hygiene Welfare College. In Japanese, that's 衛生福祉大学校, which you may not be able to read. Don't worry, I can't either.
Anyway, 30 minute walk, right? WRONG. Two and a half hours later, and two hours late, we arrived at what we thought Google maps was pointing to. A middle school. Crying inside, we went to a Denny's (yes, a Denny's) and ate lunch, and then hobbled our way back to Mike's apartment, where I promptly fell asleep. We decided that, in the interests of not offending the girls too badly, we should take a taxi the next day. Thankfully it was a two day festival.
Sunday dawned bright, and we were up by 9:00 and out of the house. Several of the nurses we know were performing a dance at 10:00, or so we thought. We walked down the street, flagged a taxi, and I showed him the address of the school. He paused for a moment, and then with much miming managed to ask me what the name of the place was. I said eisei-fukushi-daigakku, and he grinned and nodded, and we were off.
After a few minutes of silence, he suddenly asked me a question, and when I motioned that I spoke no Japanese, he repeated one word several times.
"Noburu, noburu, noburu. "
What is noburu...?
Then he said:
"Obama."
Bing! Light bulb! The Japanese have no "l" sound, so noburu meant Nobel! I said "Hai, hai!" (Yes, yes!). Awesome taxi driver.
Then the bottom of my stomach dropped out. We were following the same route that we walked the day before. Oh no! My mind went crazy, thinking that perhaps we had the wrong directions... Augh! Lesson to be learned, if you ever travel in Japan:
TRUST THE TAXI DRIVERS.
They know what they are doing. Turns out, so does Google maps. I had misinterpreted the map and the middle school we thought Google maps was pointing to? Just a few blocks away from the Nursing school.
Damn it.
Anyway, the festival was awesome. A band played a few numbers, and quite well. Then the girls got on stage and did three choreographed dance numbers, set to pop music, all of which were really well done.
After the dance numbers, the girls showed us around the school a little, and then we sat and talked for a few hours. One of the friends of the girls had brought her son, who must have been 2 or so. I believe his name was Coco (Coco-chan, in Japanese, the chan essentially means little). Soooo cute. The girls got several pictures, which may or may not be arriving by email eventually.
After a couple of hours of talking, we finally ran out of conversation, and made our way back. Turns out it's about a 45 minute walk. Bleh.
That night, after Ian and Shan napped for a good four hours, we went to Joey's place, where he hosted a Dungeons and Dragons campaign. We were joined by Joel, a friend of Joey's who is also into D&D.
EIGHT HOURS LATER, we had slain several harpies, some skeletons, a succubus and her summoned Vroc (giant bird), and a Lich with wicked amounts of health, and an insanely irritating spell called Disintegrate that hits for 2d6/level. Joey was rolling 22 six sided dice to figure out the damage. Ian nearly died.
Anyway, at about 3:30am we headed back to Mike's apartment and crashed.
That's pretty much the extent of our adventures in Utsunomiya. Next post will cover Yokohama, and the tallest building in Japan!
Until next time,
Dane
Friday, October 2, 2009
The Next Stage
Hello all,
If you've been following the chronology of this blog you'll notice there's a chunk of a couple days missing between getting to Hiroshima and Beppu. That post about Hiroshima will show up, but we left it in Nate's hands and he asked for a little more time to write about it. Rest assured, it's coming.
We left Beppu on the 28th and stayed another wonderful night with Joey, Ton, and Luke in Utsunomiya. The next day we left for Tokyo to meet with the gaijin house agency so we could move into our apartments. We got into the city at 6:00, couldn't find any of the landmarks on our map, realized we had confused Tokyo Station with Shinjuku Station, took another train, ran through Shinjuku, and burst into the agency's office at 7:59, just before they closed at 8:00. Fortunately we were able to sign our lease agreements and move into our apartments that evening. That's where we've been these last few days.
As living quarters go, we've seen worse. The apartments are in a suburb of Tokyo called Kosuge, which puts us about 30 minutes away from Shinjuku. We have one room that's 12 m^2 with a tiny table, a bed, and a futon on the first floor that Shan and I live in (I'm on the floor, because that's how dibs works), and a 9 m^2 apartment on the second floor with two futons for Nate and Dane. There's a communal bathroom and shower and a shared kitchen with basic uttensils. Apart from us, there's an Asian woman living in another apartment who doesn't seem to like us (she has yet to respond to inciting comments like "Good afternoon" and "How are you?") and a cockroach that I've dubbed Lewis.
My only real problem with this place is the garbage. It's not that we live in a filthy house. Quite the opposite. I just think it's a little overly complicated when you have four separate trash bins, each with it's own label for what should go in it, and you still think you're missing a bin. We're supposed to separate the trash into burnable, non-burnable, glass, PET (plastic) bottles, and plastic waste. This raises interesting questions, such as "At what temperature is something no longer considered burnable?" "If it melts but does not actually produce flame, is it burnable?" "Can you burn styrofoam?" The gaijin house agency showed us an eight-minute video about it that said one thing, the list on the fridge says another, and our housemate seems to sort trash in a way that completely contradicts the first two. The only thing we know for sure is that we're doing it wrong, since on our third day we found a post-it note politely asking us to sort the damn garbage properly.
Our day-to-day existence has been very laid back compared to our traveling of the first few weeks. We usually wake up between 11:00 and 1:30, have a leisurely breakfast-lunch, make an excursion to Tokyo or the nearby neighborhood, pick up dinner from the nearby 24-hour grocery store, cook, then hang around in the rooms browsing the internet or watching anime together. We usually make a food run to the grocery store around midnight, then crash at about 3:00 or 4:00. We'll probably get off our asses and go do stuff soon, but right now it feels really nice to just not do anything for a while. Anyway, with this post our blog is finally caught up and current (except for Nate's long-awaited Hiroshima post) and we'll do our best to keep it that way.
Peace,
ian
If you've been following the chronology of this blog you'll notice there's a chunk of a couple days missing between getting to Hiroshima and Beppu. That post about Hiroshima will show up, but we left it in Nate's hands and he asked for a little more time to write about it. Rest assured, it's coming.
We left Beppu on the 28th and stayed another wonderful night with Joey, Ton, and Luke in Utsunomiya. The next day we left for Tokyo to meet with the gaijin house agency so we could move into our apartments. We got into the city at 6:00, couldn't find any of the landmarks on our map, realized we had confused Tokyo Station with Shinjuku Station, took another train, ran through Shinjuku, and burst into the agency's office at 7:59, just before they closed at 8:00. Fortunately we were able to sign our lease agreements and move into our apartments that evening. That's where we've been these last few days.
As living quarters go, we've seen worse. The apartments are in a suburb of Tokyo called Kosuge, which puts us about 30 minutes away from Shinjuku. We have one room that's 12 m^2 with a tiny table, a bed, and a futon on the first floor that Shan and I live in (I'm on the floor, because that's how dibs works), and a 9 m^2 apartment on the second floor with two futons for Nate and Dane. There's a communal bathroom and shower and a shared kitchen with basic uttensils. Apart from us, there's an Asian woman living in another apartment who doesn't seem to like us (she has yet to respond to inciting comments like "Good afternoon" and "How are you?") and a cockroach that I've dubbed Lewis.
My only real problem with this place is the garbage. It's not that we live in a filthy house. Quite the opposite. I just think it's a little overly complicated when you have four separate trash bins, each with it's own label for what should go in it, and you still think you're missing a bin. We're supposed to separate the trash into burnable, non-burnable, glass, PET (plastic) bottles, and plastic waste. This raises interesting questions, such as "At what temperature is something no longer considered burnable?" "If it melts but does not actually produce flame, is it burnable?" "Can you burn styrofoam?" The gaijin house agency showed us an eight-minute video about it that said one thing, the list on the fridge says another, and our housemate seems to sort trash in a way that completely contradicts the first two. The only thing we know for sure is that we're doing it wrong, since on our third day we found a post-it note politely asking us to sort the damn garbage properly.
Our day-to-day existence has been very laid back compared to our traveling of the first few weeks. We usually wake up between 11:00 and 1:30, have a leisurely breakfast-lunch, make an excursion to Tokyo or the nearby neighborhood, pick up dinner from the nearby 24-hour grocery store, cook, then hang around in the rooms browsing the internet or watching anime together. We usually make a food run to the grocery store around midnight, then crash at about 3:00 or 4:00. We'll probably get off our asses and go do stuff soon, but right now it feels really nice to just not do anything for a while. Anyway, with this post our blog is finally caught up and current (except for Nate's long-awaited Hiroshima post) and we'll do our best to keep it that way.
Peace,
ian
Beppu and Humidity
Beppu is a comfortably medium size city on the southern end of Japan. It is nestled between heavily forested mountains and the pacific ocean.
Beppu is also situated in an area scattered with hotsprings, and thus it is Japan's official onsen (hot spring) town.
Because the onsen is a piece of Japanese tradition dating back thousands of years, it has certain rituals and customs associated with it. The onsen is probably the best indicator of Japanese attention to cleanliness. The onsen bath houses are split by gender, and swimsuits are not allowed in the pools. The only piece of cloth allowed into the bathing area is a small towel for each person. This can be used to cover one's self, but most people don't bother. To keep the pools clean, everyone must wash thorougly, with soap, at washing stations clustered along one wall. The nudity was a bit of a shock for us, at first, but we quickly became accustomed to it.
One thing to know is that there is no chlorine in the pools. Just mineral water. This may make some people hesitant, but let me tell you, the Japanese onsens are far cleaner than any American hot tub I have ever been in, and they have the added advantage of making you feel really good after you are done. You will never feel that dry itchy chlorinated awfulness that American pools bestow upon you.
Another thing to make note of: most onsens, including the really good ones, are cheap. The best one I went to in Beppu cost 100 yen. That's $1.11 according to Google. Our hostel had an onsen, that we were free to use at any time. On the 26th of each month, every onsen in Beppu costs 260 yen, even the most expensive ones.
Another thing about Beppu: the air itself is practically an onsen. It was unbelievably humid. The air was a warm soup. I sweated constantly.
We stayed for three nights, and had an awesome time. We lazed around in various mineral pools, played much Fire Emblem, ate cup ramen, and slept lots.
Beppu is also situated in an area scattered with hotsprings, and thus it is Japan's official onsen (hot spring) town.
Because the onsen is a piece of Japanese tradition dating back thousands of years, it has certain rituals and customs associated with it. The onsen is probably the best indicator of Japanese attention to cleanliness. The onsen bath houses are split by gender, and swimsuits are not allowed in the pools. The only piece of cloth allowed into the bathing area is a small towel for each person. This can be used to cover one's self, but most people don't bother. To keep the pools clean, everyone must wash thorougly, with soap, at washing stations clustered along one wall. The nudity was a bit of a shock for us, at first, but we quickly became accustomed to it.
One thing to know is that there is no chlorine in the pools. Just mineral water. This may make some people hesitant, but let me tell you, the Japanese onsens are far cleaner than any American hot tub I have ever been in, and they have the added advantage of making you feel really good after you are done. You will never feel that dry itchy chlorinated awfulness that American pools bestow upon you.
Another thing to make note of: most onsens, including the really good ones, are cheap. The best one I went to in Beppu cost 100 yen. That's $1.11 according to Google. Our hostel had an onsen, that we were free to use at any time. On the 26th of each month, every onsen in Beppu costs 260 yen, even the most expensive ones.
Another thing about Beppu: the air itself is practically an onsen. It was unbelievably humid. The air was a warm soup. I sweated constantly.
We stayed for three nights, and had an awesome time. We lazed around in various mineral pools, played much Fire Emblem, ate cup ramen, and slept lots.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Oh the places you'll go... again, and again, and again.
Let me make something clear from the get go here: I hate trains. It's not a passionate hatred, more a fully formed and utter distaste. Maybe me and trains just got off on the wrong foot. My first railroad experience I was trapped (no I don't think thats too strong a word) in a cramped room with a fermenting balsamic vinaigrette salad watching cars pass the train all the way from Colorado to California. Thats my main beef with the American rail system the cars keep passing you, it's enough to drive a person crazy, how hard is it to make a train that goes at least as fast as the damn highway? That and the damn people who keep trying to summon you to the dining car to buy overpriced craptastic food. I realize this segue is taking longer than anticipated but I have to say, once I woke up at four in the morning in my compartment smelling of vinegar and the train was stopped... thats right full on stopped so the crew could sleep. Call me crazy I paid for non stop service to California. Long story short there is no love or trust in my heart for Amtrack.
All that having been said I make an exception in the dark pit of my hatred for the Japanese rail system (Shinkansen if you want to go native). The trains are pretty comfortable and clean, the people are respectful and quite, and above all these suckers are fast. How fast you ask? How does 200mph suit you? Yeah, thats right cities, and landscape fly by outside the window and those smug cars are left wondering what the hell just hit them. That being said as anyone who has ever been left alone with a pint of Ben and Jerry's and a romantic comedy can tell you there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. This is what we discovered on what I will refer to only as The Day of Epic Travel.
The day Dawned bright and noisy after our shameless carousing the night before. I can't tell you much about what went on that morning since I was in a inebriation induced coma for most of it. I gather people moved around and at one point Mike's girlfriend, who is very pretty by the way, came in and I can only imagine delicately picked her way around our fume belching testosteprone forms.
Also Nate is a hero, I will hear no one say otherwise. He made several runs to the 7-11 braving the all too sunny sunlight in order to get us the necessary provisions and remedies to restore us to the vertical plane. He did not do this because he lost a round of rock paper scissors or got the shortest straw in any sense, but because he's just that good of a guy. That's true heroism, he might as well have fought a grizzly bear with his bare (pun blatantly intended) hands in my mind.
Anyway after our normal morning rituals stretched well into the afternoon and were finally completed we bundled up our stuff, said a fond and grateful farewell to Mike and were off to the train station.
I should make note here that we were traveling (mostly out of Ian's manic need to be going somewhere and doing something) on the final day of one of Japans national holidays. Every hotel everywhere you could possibly think of was full. In retrospect we might have had better luck simply breaking into someones house and sleeping there since apparently no one was actually in their own bed in the entire damn country. Regardless we set off on the train to Hiroshima with nowhere to sleep only the other end, content with in the knowledge that at the very least between the four of us we could probably forcibly evict some poor transient from their cardboard box for the night.
The train was standing room only, a new experience for us. Instead of our normal comfy reserved seats we found ourselves squatting in a line in the hallway outside the bathroom staring longingly at the person who had managed to snake the corner and fallen asleep. Eventually I got that corner. It took me an hour and a half and I only had it for fifteen minute before we got off, but it was awesome.
Getting off the train in Tokyo we decided that Hiroshima with standing room only was a bad idea and we should bail to Osaka for one night. Handily enough there was a train bound for Osaka just leaving we hastily hopped about and gratefully plunked down in the first available seats. There is an old adage patience is a virtue, I say to you now truer words were never spoken, if you ever find yourself taking a train take a moment to survey your environment and choose the best possible seats. We were in the smoking car.
The next two hours would have given a southern baptist preacher a new and detailed view of what hell is. Smoke rolled up in columns from between old wrinkly lips and filled the car with a palpable smog. Occasional coughs and splutters were enough to let you know roughly where the other passengers were and which ones were still breathing, in the very loosest sense of the term. When the train arrived we all emerged smelling vaguely like nicotine jerky and feeling sorry for ourselves but most importantly in one, well I guess technically four, pieces.
The next challenge: Lodging and food for the night.
Solution: Internet parlor and adjacent overpriced eatery.
Now I've been overcharged for a meal but this was every travelers nightmare, so I will touch on it only briefly. The service was awful, all the dishes arrived at different times, the portions were small and expensive, no waiter spoke more than ten words of English, and when the bill came they had magically tacked on 2000 yen for something we didn't order... the water maybe? Anyway glancing around the table we tried to decipher from the others faces whether or not we should pay or fight it. Then I saw Ian reaching for his pen mumbling something about how we would fight this thing in the universal language of mathematics. I quickly paid the bill and we left.
Internet parlors are very cool, we should get some in the states. They are essentially low lit buildings stocked with manga computers and gaming systems. One can rent out booths of various sizes for an allotted amount of time and go to town on pretty much whatever you feel like doing. Some of the larger cubicles have doors and padded floors so you can take a nap... we did not get one of these. Instead we got two of the smallest cubicle available and crammed two people into each one. I would love to say it was an amazing experience but as the night wore on me and Ian fell asleep on the floors of the cubicles (I was later awoken by a clerk and asked to stop snoring, the ass monkey) and Nate and Dane stayed up all night on the computers in what I can only assume was the most badass Internet fiesta of the recent 21st century.
In the morning we awoke bleary eyed and rested to varying degrees, Ian having gotten the most sleep until someone clumsily dropped a set of headphones on his face in the early hours of the morning. We packed up out stuff and I stole enough mini toothbrushes and razors from the bathroom to feel we had really gotten our moneys worth, then we left.
Now as I mentioned before some of us were well under-slept so we decided to take another train to Tokyo just to sleep. We did. I wish I could tell you it was exciting but unless you get off on the image of four men gently snoring for three hours I'm afraid it really wasn't.
We grabbed lunch in Tokyo. The same place the other guys ate before. It really is as good as they said, try the dumplings. Then we hopped on a train back to Osaka, more gentle snoring, and finally to our original destination Hiroshima.
I wish I could tell you that there was a air of solemnity and thought provoking realization as we got off the train into the living monument of what may be the greatest martial blunder in human kind's history. But we were all still very tired and so perhaps the initial magnitude was somewhat lost on us, or at least me. I can tell you the air there was like nothing I've ever smelled before. As a general rule the air in Japan even the cities is pretty clean, I'm from Boulder I should know. But here there was an acidic tang with a slight undertone of gunpowder that seemed to hang about everything. Also walking in the streets felt slightly unsettling, like the feeling you get when you walk through a graveyard.
After a quick tram ride we reached our hostel and introduced ourselves to our attractive coed roommates. As I recall it was something along the lines of:
“Hello beautiful German girl.”
“Hello, how are you?”
“Oh I'm fine, haven't showered in forty eight hours and am dog tired but fine.”
“Thats great! Would you like to come out drinking and do karaoke with me and a few friends?”
“Why sure that would be just dandy! Let me just grab my … zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”
Semper fi.
S.
Friday, September 25, 2009
A few days in Utsunomiya
Hello boys and girls, it's Ian again. After Shan's party the night before, we spend Saturday gently recuperating in Mike's apartment, until 5:00 when we met six of the nurses from Friday. Since dating in Japan is a group activity (at least the first few times) we decided to take them bowling. Japanese bowling lanes are far better than American ones, in my experience. They're cleaner, they're more regular, and they have screens on the back wall playing music videos. The only similarities were in the cheesy animations they played on the score monitors when you got a strike or a split or whatever.
In the first game we did not do well. The Stars and Stripes were soundly trounced by the Red Circle. Then the girls upped the stakes. In this bowling arcade there was a ridiculous suit of a bowling pin, complete with a face hole and little arm holes. Words can't describe it, just go see the photos. The girls decided that whichever guy had the lowest score would have to wear the suit. Needless to say, our games improved dramatically. I ended up losing, so I was put in the suit while everyone else laughed and took photos. In a show of masculine solidarity, though, all the other guys took turns in the suit. There are pictures of them too.
After bowling we tried some of the Japanese gambling machines because one of the girls had won some free gamling tokens. They're fairly incomprehensible; you put a token in a slot so it lands on a tray that moves in and out, but you try to place it so that it will push a pile of other coins over the edge and into your tray. I didn't really get it. We left pretty quickly and took the girls to get sushi (thank god it's not as expensive as it is in the States). We made pleasant if limited conversation, and then parted ways at about 11:00. All in all it was a great evening.
The next day Dane and I went with Mike, Joey, and Luke to the beach while Shan and Nate stayed with the apartment. The sun was high, the water was a little chilly for my taste, but the wind was awful. Everything below the kne was constantly sand-blasted. Joey dug a trench with the shovel he brought, which offered some protection, but after a couple hours we left. We stopped in a shopping mall for ice cream, and Dane and I got some swimsuits.
That evening we all decided to go to the onsen (Japanese public baths). One of my top ten reasons to live in Japan, if you're okay with nudity. This place had an outdoor hot spring, a steam room, a sauna, a cold plunge, little one-person baths with massage jets, and a bath with an electric current in one corner, so you could sit and be constantly shocked. I'm not sure what therapeutic value it has, but it felt cool. The whole place was incredibly relaxing.
The next day, Monday, was probably our most relaxed day so far. We stayed around the apartment, did some shopping, and took it easy until that night, when Mike mentioned he had some alcohol he wanted to get rid of. I think we all remember how that went.
We'll catch you up on the rest of our adventures tomorrow. Peace!
ian
In the first game we did not do well. The Stars and Stripes were soundly trounced by the Red Circle. Then the girls upped the stakes. In this bowling arcade there was a ridiculous suit of a bowling pin, complete with a face hole and little arm holes. Words can't describe it, just go see the photos. The girls decided that whichever guy had the lowest score would have to wear the suit. Needless to say, our games improved dramatically. I ended up losing, so I was put in the suit while everyone else laughed and took photos. In a show of masculine solidarity, though, all the other guys took turns in the suit. There are pictures of them too.
After bowling we tried some of the Japanese gambling machines because one of the girls had won some free gamling tokens. They're fairly incomprehensible; you put a token in a slot so it lands on a tray that moves in and out, but you try to place it so that it will push a pile of other coins over the edge and into your tray. I didn't really get it. We left pretty quickly and took the girls to get sushi (thank god it's not as expensive as it is in the States). We made pleasant if limited conversation, and then parted ways at about 11:00. All in all it was a great evening.
The next day Dane and I went with Mike, Joey, and Luke to the beach while Shan and Nate stayed with the apartment. The sun was high, the water was a little chilly for my taste, but the wind was awful. Everything below the kne was constantly sand-blasted. Joey dug a trench with the shovel he brought, which offered some protection, but after a couple hours we left. We stopped in a shopping mall for ice cream, and Dane and I got some swimsuits.
That evening we all decided to go to the onsen (Japanese public baths). One of my top ten reasons to live in Japan, if you're okay with nudity. This place had an outdoor hot spring, a steam room, a sauna, a cold plunge, little one-person baths with massage jets, and a bath with an electric current in one corner, so you could sit and be constantly shocked. I'm not sure what therapeutic value it has, but it felt cool. The whole place was incredibly relaxing.
The next day, Monday, was probably our most relaxed day so far. We stayed around the apartment, did some shopping, and took it easy until that night, when Mike mentioned he had some alcohol he wanted to get rid of. I think we all remember how that went.
We'll catch you up on the rest of our adventures tomorrow. Peace!
ian
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Utsunomiya again
Yes ladies and gentlemen it's me. Some of you probably thought I was dead or illiterate or something. I assure while one or more of these may have occured it was dealt with and I'm back. Although whether I'm back by popular demand or because I have three very angry men staring accusingly at me right now is a matter on which I'll decline comment.
There is a strange feeling one gets after being a train, I find it's even worse when you fall asleep. The only thing I can equate it to is when you take one of those really heavy naps and wake up not knowing where you are or what you're doing, only when you do this in Japan there's the added bonus of everyone speaking a different language too.
Anyway we emerged in Utsunomiya still wandering in post train limbo and were promptly greeted by the friendly face of Mike, the awesome uncle every young man wishes he had. He whisked us off to his apartment, a very pretty little place just off the major river in Utsunomiya. Where we collapsed gratefully all over the floor and all slipped off into dreams wondering what teaching two classes of cute nurses would be like.
The next day dawned brisk by Japanese standards, which is to say 75 degrees with humidity, never have sweatshirts been so useless. On the way over Mike gave us the briefing on how the classes were going to work, he had made lists of questions and answers. Basically what we were going to do was demonstrate the questions and then separate off into the class and work with whichever girls we felt like. Questions included: How old are you, how long have you been in Japan, whats your email, whats your phone number, would you like to meet me for coffee... Ok so maybe they weren't very subtle but Mike is still wicked cool.
The first class went really well. The girls were happy and giggly in all the right places Mike standing like some kind of tall Irish romantic ringmaster in the middle of the room directing their attention at us. The second class was a bit more reserved. Although granted they had a bit more to take in off the bat what with Mike parading the entire first class into the room and making everyone sing me happy birthday. Oh yes, did I metion it was my birthday that day? Well it was I'm twenty now, bon voyage to the teenage years, you were fun, can't say I'll miss you that much. Anyway the embarassment did not end there before the other class could leave the room Mike made sure that every girl wearing blue gave me a kiss on the cheek. He later confided in us that at a quick glance around the room he saw the prettiest girls were mostly wearing blue. I'm pretty sure Nate also took a video in which he swears I'm blushing so deeply I glow, if enough requests come down the pipe I'm sure he'll post it somewhere and embarass me further. The whole thing concluded with a kind of Japans most eligible bachelor contest where the girls voted on which of us they would most like spend additional time with. The score stands thus:
Ian: 9
Nate:14
Dane:15
Shan:23
Mike:10
Personally I think they were generous with me because it was my birthday but hey, it was still a good feeling.
After class there was much email exchanging, Ian got one number, and enough pictures to make King Kong run for cover. Nate put it best, "Well now we know what national monuments feel like." Then we took a taxi into town and got lunch, we also got a lesson from Mike in how to chat up the bints in the local lingerie shops. Nate also picked up a nifty leather jacket. We then did our normal thing and took in the town grabbed some drinks to start off my birthday night and headed home to dress up.
Later that night we went to a couple bars, one painfully American the other painfully expensive and wound up in a nightclub dancing like maniacs until the wee hours of the morn. Dane went home early, Nate played it cool, I karate chopped a metal chair while dancing, and Ian got his groove on.
The night ended with me and Ian sitting watching the river near Mikes apartment passing a bottle of water back and forth. We talked like old friends talk, about nothing in particular but in a very meaningful way. We were there and that was enough, then low and behold another Tanuki walked by, they really are very interesting creatures...
So that was my birthday, I assure you we are trying to catch up on the events as fast as possible, but life just keeps rushing by faster than our fingers can type it.
As always Semper fi,
S.
There is a strange feeling one gets after being a train, I find it's even worse when you fall asleep. The only thing I can equate it to is when you take one of those really heavy naps and wake up not knowing where you are or what you're doing, only when you do this in Japan there's the added bonus of everyone speaking a different language too.
Anyway we emerged in Utsunomiya still wandering in post train limbo and were promptly greeted by the friendly face of Mike, the awesome uncle every young man wishes he had. He whisked us off to his apartment, a very pretty little place just off the major river in Utsunomiya. Where we collapsed gratefully all over the floor and all slipped off into dreams wondering what teaching two classes of cute nurses would be like.
The next day dawned brisk by Japanese standards, which is to say 75 degrees with humidity, never have sweatshirts been so useless. On the way over Mike gave us the briefing on how the classes were going to work, he had made lists of questions and answers. Basically what we were going to do was demonstrate the questions and then separate off into the class and work with whichever girls we felt like. Questions included: How old are you, how long have you been in Japan, whats your email, whats your phone number, would you like to meet me for coffee... Ok so maybe they weren't very subtle but Mike is still wicked cool.
The first class went really well. The girls were happy and giggly in all the right places Mike standing like some kind of tall Irish romantic ringmaster in the middle of the room directing their attention at us. The second class was a bit more reserved. Although granted they had a bit more to take in off the bat what with Mike parading the entire first class into the room and making everyone sing me happy birthday. Oh yes, did I metion it was my birthday that day? Well it was I'm twenty now, bon voyage to the teenage years, you were fun, can't say I'll miss you that much. Anyway the embarassment did not end there before the other class could leave the room Mike made sure that every girl wearing blue gave me a kiss on the cheek. He later confided in us that at a quick glance around the room he saw the prettiest girls were mostly wearing blue. I'm pretty sure Nate also took a video in which he swears I'm blushing so deeply I glow, if enough requests come down the pipe I'm sure he'll post it somewhere and embarass me further. The whole thing concluded with a kind of Japans most eligible bachelor contest where the girls voted on which of us they would most like spend additional time with. The score stands thus:
Ian: 9
Nate:14
Dane:15
Shan:23
Mike:10
Personally I think they were generous with me because it was my birthday but hey, it was still a good feeling.
After class there was much email exchanging, Ian got one number, and enough pictures to make King Kong run for cover. Nate put it best, "Well now we know what national monuments feel like." Then we took a taxi into town and got lunch, we also got a lesson from Mike in how to chat up the bints in the local lingerie shops. Nate also picked up a nifty leather jacket. We then did our normal thing and took in the town grabbed some drinks to start off my birthday night and headed home to dress up.
Later that night we went to a couple bars, one painfully American the other painfully expensive and wound up in a nightclub dancing like maniacs until the wee hours of the morn. Dane went home early, Nate played it cool, I karate chopped a metal chair while dancing, and Ian got his groove on.
The night ended with me and Ian sitting watching the river near Mikes apartment passing a bottle of water back and forth. We talked like old friends talk, about nothing in particular but in a very meaningful way. We were there and that was enough, then low and behold another Tanuki walked by, they really are very interesting creatures...
So that was my birthday, I assure you we are trying to catch up on the events as fast as possible, but life just keeps rushing by faster than our fingers can type it.
As always Semper fi,
S.
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