Monday, July 16, 2012

Hospital Adventure Pt. 1


A few things first
1.       I know I haven’t put anything on this blog for a long time, and I don’t care.
2.       This is probably poorly written because I haven’t written a thing since last year.
3.       If you get bored or offended, just don’t read it and leave a comment like ‘nice story Matt, get well’.

On a foggy morning in July I woke up early to prepare for the inevitable rain storm that seems to happen every day during this season. Excited that it was the last day before my 2 month summer holiday, the weather could no longer keep me down. My shoes and backpack were still wet from the day before, but since I change when I get to school, I have no problem smelling bad on the way there. I heated up some leftover miso from the day before and had a bowl of rice with it. In my tatami room I ironed my favorite shirt on the old damp piece of cardboard I have been using as an ironing board since I started this job nearly a year ago. Folding it carefully and sliding it into the tattered Uniclo sack to keep it from getting wet, it got shoved into my musty backpack with the rest of the clothes for the day, my rain suit, a stick of Old Spice and a 3 kilo U-lock. Leaving the house in a bit of a rush, as I do every day, I threw on my old leather gloves that appear to have been chewed up by some animal due to overuse, carried my fruitfly infested garbage and my bike out the door and was on my way.
The rain from the day before and the mist created a kind of humidity unimaginable to people that don’t live on a coast or underwater. It feels almost as if you were breathing through a piece of moss. After about 3 minutes of biking, I was covered in sweat. I could smell the garage band heavy metal shirt I was wearing turn from fabric softener ‘spring breeze’ to its usual pungent odder, which fits much better with the iron-on picture of a blue  pterodactyl ripping through the bloody script of the band’s name. Stopped at both train tracks, I pedaled faster, as if the extra speed would somehow get me to my destination faster, even with the jungle of streetlights on the way. Crossing the Kiso River always feels like an accomplishment. The bridge is always overloaded with cars and trucks, catapulting me to the head of the jam. On the other side I’m usually stopped by the light, but today was different.
Through the light and down the low gradient hill I went, traffic seemed to slow, but the bicycle was just moving faster. The next light came, green as well, but something else came with it. A small silver SUV, moving quickly to avoid oncoming traffic, turned to my surprise. Before I could touch the brakes I heard the crunch of her fender and wheel well against my favorite mode of transportation. My brain slowed everything down, which must be some kind of joke your nervous system plays on you, milliseconds before you’re in excruciating pain. I saw the sky and a flash of silver before smashing the sandy damp tar road. The only word that came out of my mouth though was FUCK! And it came out loud, many times. Even in pain, I looked at my bloody arm and thought about how cool it was going to look with a scar. A frantic woman came rushing to me and she had the same reaction but with a different word. Daijoubu?!?!? I remember the expression on the man’s face across the street, even after my glasses had been blown off my head. An old man came up and commented on how slow the police were at getting to accidents. In blood soaked shorts, I sat in the road waiting for something.
They came and helped me to my feet, and dragged me to the gravel pulloff next to the signal post. I checked out my bike, but didn’t see anything wrong with it. The police started questioning me as everything started to iris-out, resembling the end of a Looney Toons episode. I became sick and pulled myself out of the darkness, but didn’t lose the miso. The ambulance was there in an instant. They put me in a neckbrace and threw me on a stretcher. I felt like I must have blacked out on the way to the hospital, because it seemed to take no time to get there.
Quickly wheeling me into the ER, moving me from one cold metal table to another, the doctors took x-rays and ran tests, in the kind of rush you’d see in the back of the house at a busy restaurant. Questioning me in Japanese, I spit out answers the best I could with what must have been a painful looking smile on my face.
After the tests, they wheeled me into some sort of waiting room where the driver of the car greeted me with the most sincere guilt ever sent in my direction. It turns out she works for the hospital, which was actually a 3 minute walk from where pieces of my bicycle and skin remain. She sat with me for the next 6 hours and tried her best to keep me company. I tried my best to answer her questions in retarded Japanese. A member of my company came and helped me fill out forms. The ER doctor came in and told me nothing was broken and I could go home in a few hours. He showed me a pink picture of my spine, and I threw him a thumbs up. A nurse came in with a pair of crutches and I sat up. My vision once again faded and I almost passed out. They said it was normal since I had been lying down for so long. I stood up and almost passed out again, but this time from the pain. They had me lie down once more. Another doctor came in and suggested I stay at the hospital a bit longer to run some tests. How could I refuse?
  Back up to the x-ray room, they painfully slid me from the soft bed on wheels to a cold metal table. Pretending to understand what the technicians were saying, I continued with what I assumed was correct x-ray etiquette. Back to the bed and into the hall I waited with my followers, which had grown from 2 to 4 in the last half hour. The driver’s aunt and another employee from my job had joined my party. With the new x-rays, they noticed a small crack in one of my lumbar vertebrae and changed my reservation at the hospital from a few hours to a few days.
They rolled me to my new room where I was questioned to fill out more hospital forms through the translation of a higher up in my company. “How many times do…you know...poo…per day?” “Do you…I don’t really know what this is in English…”. A Japanese man, who looked like a special guest you might see at Mile-High-Sci-Fi-Con, walked in dressed in blue scrubs. His face was young and chinless, perhaps the local Doogie Howser. He told me he wanted to run a CT scan incase anything else was wrong. Back to the cold table, into a mini stargate I went. The new scan showed two cracked vertebra, a small crack on my upper pelvis and the outline of my manhood. The stay at the hospital was extended to a week. Depression kicked in realizing the loss of my summer vacation. I knew I would have to cancel the tickets to Hong Kong and do something about my friend that was on her way for a 4 day visit from Tuesday. Sitting in my new room, I awkwardly chatted with my guests, trying to keep my spirit up. They slowly disappeared until I was the only person I knew in the room.  
I got to know my new roommates without speaking a word to them. There were 5 others. On my right was a quiet old man who seemed to want nothing to do with the hospital or its staff. Across from him was a hairless man in his 80s who spoke with a high pitched jolly sounding voice that reminded me of the grandfather you always wanted. From there it went downhill fast. To his right was a man that was barely alive. No teeth and mostly bones, I never saw him move and the nurses came in sporadically to feed him with a syringe full of white goo.  The only thing that proved he was still alive was the screams that came in 2 hour intervals at night. The man to his right, next to the window, was a bit younger, but used an adult sized walker without the toys attached to it. That day, I heard a noise coming from his bed that sounded a bit rude, surprised that a man would do such a thing in a room full of his peers, I later found out it was only the sound of gum being chewed in the loudest manner possible. To my left was the man that truly kept me from sleeping that night. He must have been senile because instead of using the call button to fetch a nurse, he would just yell out of the room. It would go like this about every hour at night: “NURSE! NURSE!...NURSE!” “What is it?” “I don’t remember…Can I have some tea?” The nurses would come at midnight to change dippers, which prompted me to breathe through my pho-buckwheat husk pillow. The new diagnosis came that night as well. With my first set of close friends to visit, Dr. Howser walked in and explained to me that it would be best if I stayed there for 4 weeks and “we’ll see after that”. I think that news will still take a while to sink in. Someone mentioned it was Friday the 13th.
Saturday came along with a few more trips to the CT scanner to triple check everything. My doctor came in and told me what I understood as this “japanesejapanesejapanese…etone…abdominopelvic cavity…japanesejapanese.” I was like “ok”. I mentioned to the nurse that the room was noisy, so they rolled my bed to the other side of the hall. My new roommates were instantly more satisfactory, along with a window view from the 6th floor. Across from me was a friendly 86 year old Japanese Christopher Walken who I could barely understand, but he liked to chat. Next to him was a man with a neck brace who was completely silent day and night except for when his wife came to visit, and only then spoke in whispers. To his left was a 40 year old who broke his foot in a fishing accident. On my right was a young man who came into the hospital the same time I did. He broke his leg in a scooter accident. Obviously part of underbelly Japan, he always wore black t-shirts with cursive script that say things like Killer Juice Mafia or something totally incomprehensible. His friends all talked in a way I could hardly understand and had blonde mullets. They must have been part of the bozosozosoku.
The woman who hit me came with a box of cakes to share with my other visitors. I spent most of the day watching movies and reading from the Kendal that Dan left for me. Some more friends came later that day, one of whom passed out at the sight of my pain moving from the bed to the wheelchair. It was the most flattering thing a friend could do for me, and I want to know why no one else has passed out. They suggested that I move to a hospital closer to Nagoya city for easier access, and we got the ball rolling. There was little noise that night, but since I was only able to sleep on my left side, I could still only nap.
To my surprise, Sunday came and went quickly. I spent most of the day chatting up the nurses and typing to my parents. A call came from my old boss in Nagoya and within 2 hours he was at the hospital with his family. One of the teachers from my current Junior High School stopped by for a surprise visit. Most of the day was uneventful except for watching the pilot of Twin Peaks, Pulp Fiction, and the 1977 Japanese horror/awesome movie House. After dinner (at 6), they moved the young guy next to me out and replaced him with another super old guy. Every time he exhaled, sounds of pain came out of his mouth. That night, he and the man in the neck brace had a conversation that only I knew was taking place. Neck brace would whisper in his sleep “wakanaikoshimus…” and old man pain would retort “AAAAhhherrrrshimofukenerrr”.  It made me laugh, regrettably.
On Monday I sneezed, and it was truly more painful than being hit by a car. I talked to Christopher Walken about mountain climbing…I think…and made the nurses laugh with my poor Japanese. A lot of friends came later in the afternoon and they helped me figure out what I need to do. We tried tracking down my bicycle, but we were unsuccessful. Later that night I got a call from the woman who hit me and found out she has my bike with her, but she said it’s totaled.  

Friday, August 12, 2011

Color

I recently went to Tokyo and ended up with the most absurd firework viewing seats at one of Tokyo's largest displays. Most people have to reserve the seats at least a year in advance and pay a pretty yen-penny for them. So why was I sitting there? Can't really say, but I'll give you a hint, it has to do with a 5million yen diamond. Anyway, I hope you like the pictures, the Buddha is at Kamakura in Tokyo and the jellies are from the Nagoyako aquarium, which I was recently persuaded to buy a year pass to.















Wednesday, July 6, 2011

So, it turns out that I'm really bad at blogging. Sorry.

My job in Japan has had an extra one year and one month length than what I had expected when I first came. Since my boss asked me to stick around for an extra month, I was able to take a long vacation at the end of that month. On June 26th I had one of the greatest adventures of my life. After about 2 months of planing, new lenses, a new camera, and a large backpack full of new camping supplies I was both broke and on my way to one of the Worlds most fertile islands that is home to (possibly) the oldest living tree.
There are several ways to get to Yakushima. A direct flight is the quickest, leaving from Osaka, Fukuoka or Tokyo, but it is also the most expensive. Yakushima has a tiny airport that can only support small jets and propeller planes so space is limited. The second is taking the train to Kagoshima, then hopping on a jet-foil to the island. Round trip on the jet-foil is about $180 alone, and a train to Kagoshima costs about $600 and takes 11 hours from Nagoya. I opted for the least expensive, most time consuming option. I took a 3 hour bus ride to Osaka, boarded a 15 hour ferry to Kagoshima and took the slower 2 and a half hour ferry from Kagoshima to Yakushima. Saving money takes time. Being alone and not having a solid plan worked out much better than it should have. If you look lost and approachable in Japan, you're bound to meet some of the friendliest kindest people in your life. The first was an elderly couple who seemed to fear for my life. The man approached me with a bento and a beer at the Yakushima port and said "Eat." He later came to me on the ferry and told me their plan for the day. "We go here and here. Waterfall." "Nice," I thought, "but why is he telling me this?" Then in one word "Come." After getting off the ferry he walked up to the first taxi driver he saw, slipped him $300 and asked for a tour. I had a new grandfather and grandmother. After a multiple hour taxi ride around half the island, they dropped me off on the southern side at a youth hostel and campsite where I set up my tent for the night. "Thank you!" I said as I left, really having no clue how to thank them. This was the last opportunity for me to speak English the rest of the trip. I woke up the next day at 4:00 to start on a small trail near Onoaida (尾之間). This one one of the worst outdoor experiences of my life. The first 2 hours were great, watching monkeys climb vines with their babies tightly gripping their backs, a small detour to an amazing waterfall, crystal clear steams with rocks covered in moss. The next 10 hours were hell. After the waterfall, the trail became poorly marked, I would often mistake a deer trail or an empty river bed (which are everywhere, since the locals say it rains 36 days a month) for the path and take 15-20 minutes to find the bright pink trail markers again. After an hour of constantly losing the trail, I felt it was time to take off my 20kg pack and have a rest. I felt something on my leg. Slowly reaching down to pull up my new hiking pants, I noticed a strange worm on my boot. I knew what I was feeling under my pant legs. Pulling off leeches isn't a fun experience. The holes in your legs continue to bleed after ripping them off your skin. I had to patch them up with most of the band-aids I brought with me. For rest of the day I had to constantly check my legs even though I didn't come in contact with them many more times. 7 hours had past and I was starting to feel uneasy about my adventure. I heard something in the bushes ahead. It was a human. I huge wave of relief came over me as I got my 5th or 6th wind (I was way past my second by this time). Nearly running, I approached him and had to ask. He was coming down. "How long have you been hiking?" (in broke ass Japanese) "6 hours." (anger/rage) "You?" "7." (feeling of another's anger/rage). We both went our separate was with our heads hung in defeat. About 30 minutes later I could hear a large river, which was good because I was about out of water for the 10th time that day. As I got closer, the larger the river seemed. I finally reached it. With a bit of happiness, I filled up my bottle, but I was soon overcome with another feeling of anger. Looking across, I could see the pink ribbon that marked the other piece of the trail. No bridge, no convenient line of stones to walk across. Just rapids. Bushwhacking up the riverbank, I came to a reasonably distanced set of boulders to hop across, missing a middle boulder. Jumping from mossy stone to wet stone then leaping to another boulder was the only option. I can't jump 2 inches off the ground on a normal day but something helped me in a leap of faith across the gap. Continuing further on the trail was the same story, more leeches, more deer trails, no people. One of the deer trails brought me to a beautiful spot, which I now know was 1400m summit. I could see both sides of the island, and Tanegashima (another island) in the distance, but no pink trail markers. 4:00 rolled around and I decided to give up, almost at the point of breaking down, set up my tent, force myself to eat (after realizing I hadn't eaten all day), drink the remainder of my water, and pull off a few more leeches that I somehow missed after habitually checking every 3 minutes on the trail. I crawled into my sleeping bag and fell asleep almost instantly. I was woken up once at night because Yakushima deer scream for some reason. 6:00 came, and with a new feeling of strength after my long sleep I started again, having no clue how long I would be walking to get to the parking lot that most of the sane hikers start at. 6:05, parking lot. Have you ever felt defeated and accomplished at the same time? The exit of the trail had a sign posted for people entering from the parking lot: "This trail takes approximately 9 hours..." (if you can find it) "Do not attempt this trail if there has been significant rainfall in the last few days. The water level at the river crossing will be too high to cross. Take an alternative route." Being the end of the rainy season, it had rained every day in the last week, would have been nice to know at the beginning of the tail instead of the end.
I studied the sign at the entrance of the next trail-head carefully. Nothing worth noting, but I stood there for quite a while studying it. It was 2km to the first of the mountain huts and I had decided the night before that it would be best to have a recoup day. I easily made it to the hut on a trail that seemed like a superhighway without any cars. I immediately striped off my wet, sweaty clothes and hung them up to dry. I felt like I had rented a cabin to myself. I sat outside and studied Japanese in the sun next to a crystal clear river of the most delicious water I've ever tasted. Throughout the day I talked to several people on their way to different places of the park. One of them gave me an extra bento he had brought to lessen his pack weight. I talked to several park guides who told me that no one goes on the trail I had taken before and that the next one would feel like a breeze (even though it goes over the highest mountain in southern Japan). I woke up the next morning at 4 to get an early start just in case it was me and not the trail two days prior that was out of shape. After snapping a few pictures of the sunrise, I continued on a trail that was amazingly well maintained with rope ladders and stairs and old hollowed out logs for bridges. It felt a bit like the trails on Yakushima were designed by a kid and at any turn would be a secret fort or treehouse. I met up with another hiker that was doing the same route as me. He was 56 and had 3 kids my age but after retiring the week before he was ready for an adventure. He became a great friend and I ended up spending 24 hours a day for the next 3 days with him. Our hike to the top of the mountain went smoothly, slowly watching the landscape change with every 100 meters in elevation, spotting many miniature Yakushima deer along the way. When we reached the top, a small batch of clouds came and covered us in an eerie fog, blocking the best view on the island. As we walked down, the fog cleared and showed us an immense forest with low clouds quickly moving over the canopy. We made it to the next hut in an hour less than what was posted on the sign at the entrance to the trail. My partner contemplated finishing the trail (another 12k) since the weather was so nice, but gave up after deciding it was a good idea to rest. We spent the day trying to get a decent picture of a 5 point buck that decided to make his home around the hut. Didn't get a good shot after hours of attempts. When it got dark there was nothing to do but sleep, so we did. 3:30 a.m. I was woken up by thunder and lightning. We stated the trail that had turned into a river at 6 in some of the hardest rain I've ever experienced. My boots filled with water and, since they are water proof, stayed full of water the rest of the 6 hour hike down. On the way out was one of the most popular areas of Yakushima. There's about a 1km stretch of the tail that is populated with more than ten trees that are anywhere from 1,000 to 7,000 years old. It was raining so had that I didn't even attempt to get out my camera and we nearly missed Jomon sugi, the oldest tree of them all. Scientists can't tell how old it is since it became hollow in its core hundreds of years ago. It's estimated to be 3,000-7,500 years old. After about a minute of looking at it in the blowing rain we were on our way. We saw more than 100 people entering the forest to make their pilgrimage to Jomon sugi. This was quite surprising, since I had only seen 8 people in the last 3 days. Since my boots were filled with water, I ended up with several blisters on my toes and bottoms of my feet. The bottom half of my legs, including my feet, looked like someone had taken a knife to them with all the leech holes and popped blisters.
































Thursday, March 17, 2011

Fukushima Disaster

I understand your fears and I have been thinking a lot about my situation here. I really appreciate your input and care for me, but I have decided to stay for now. I will keep a close eye on what's happening here and I have no fears that the US government won't be able to get me out of here in case of a real crisis. The radiation levels are extremely low right now and they have a long way to travel to Nagoya. Some minor amounts have gotten to Tokyo but we are still far away from there. I don't want you to be afraid, but I want you to keep Japan in your hearts. I'm sorry if my decision upsets you, but I will keep you informed of my plans.

Below is a letter my sister received from here former employer, a professor and specialist on chemical weapons and toxins

Hi Corina:
Nagoya is pretty far from Fukushima so I would not worry too much. The First Fukushima Atomic Power Station is right on the beach so any radioactive heavy metals floating in the air tend to blown to the Pacific. The most of wind is from the west to the east. Of course due to local geography some wind blow from the east to the west or to the west or to the south west. Kaz's relative in Kochi asked me today what they should do. Well there is not much can do for the radioactive materials as they flow in the air and keep emitting alpha and gamma rays. I think beta ray is weak so will not worry too much. One should not inhale the radioactive contaminated air because these heavy metals tend to stay in the lung when you inhale. The radioactive iodine is dangerous because will bind to thyroid gland. You can prevent that by taking nonradioactive potassium iodide.When the nonradioactive iodine occupies the thyroid gland then the radioactive iodine is hard to go to the thyroid gland.Another dangerous radioactive floating in the air is strontium that is similar to calcium so it will go to your bones and teeth.
You brother should monitor the radioactivity of the in Nagoya often.If it becomes high then he should leave.I don't think it is to the stage yet.
It is obvious uranium 235 rod is melt already because of lack of cooling water. But the reaction vessel is made very strong and walled by stainless steel. If the reaction chamber's wall does not melt then it is slightly better. Of course the failed atomic chamber are spewing radioactive metals. But if the chamber's steel wall is melt then it will become like Chernobyl that is total disaster. At the moment the Fukushima's reaction chamber is melt within the chamber's wall so it is partial melt and not a total melting yet. It is somewhat similar to Three mile US atomic disaster. In this case the chamber's wall did not melt so the radioactive spill out was not too disastrous.
Tokyo Kagakudoji asked me to write the article about the atomic power station and the danger of radioactivity so I sent it today. It will appear in the May issue of Chemistry Today. The May issue will come out on April 15.I am interested in almost anything about poison and toxic substances. Tokyo Kgakudopujin's editor said there are only 2 persons in Japan who can answer anything about poisons immediately. He said one is me. So they always asked me at the last moment when some poison case happened.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

BLOG TIME!!

I really hate blog, but I really like adding my pictures to the interweb. Alas, there is no middle ground, so I will blog only in picture comment form.

This is Sho. He decided to take Melissa and I on on an adventure. We called it "The Search For Chun Li".

It started here, in the heart of Nagoya, called Sakai. A huge anime convention was taking place. It was free and there were bound to be loads of Japanese girls dressed in next to nothing. We all took wagers on how many Chun Li's there would be. I said 5, Melissa said 3 and Sho said not nearly enough. He was going to find himself a Chun Li girlfriend.

We started off a bit shy but quickly realized that these peoplewanted their pictures taken with us as much as we did with them. I started safe and posed with a female Japanese Kaiser Willhelm and some other nice looking ladies of the Reich.


Melissa went hardcore and posed with some evil looking ninjas.


Not too sure about this sone. That girl was actualy using that pole o keep herself from snapping in half.


I was Gohan.

Mmmm fruit!


No Cun Li's yet. Sho did fall in love with this girl though. He was about to ask her out until he realized that he was at an anime convention.
Then there was a show. It was neat. I guess.


I got less interested and started looking at all the people. There must have been at least 1,000. Then I saw her! Chun Li!


It all worked out and Sho and I both took her out for ramen. I tried to cop a feel but she resisted and did that kick that she can do if you press low punch and low kick at the same time in the air. It hurt a bit.


This girl was the best part. Not pecause of her near nakedness but...


Because of the HUGE line of perverts waiting to get their picture taken with her.

And...

Her sad, not as hot friend in the fore ground.




The next week, Corina came to Japan so we decided to do some traveln'. First stop was Himeji castle. Amazing and such.


Artsy

Nice


Pretty

It also had a nice pond with a garden and stuff.


And some mushrooms

And some fish. I don't know why my text is now underlined in blue. Blogging is stupid.
The best part of the castle was this young couple Corina and I followed around. The guy kept telling his girlfriend what the names of things were in English. They also sad that it was hot out about 1,000 times. Atsui=hot in Japanese. I think the most common word in their language.


Yep, nice castle.


We got to stay with some of the coolest people ever in Osaka. Ren and Will are Australian English teachers at local schools in Osaka. They have a band that makes noise music and find most of the stuff they own in the alley. I like them.



They took me to a bar that could only hold 5 people. The owner plays in a band that is similar to Ren and Will's. It's called oooozzoozozooozozoz or something. It's gothic style noise ambient electro and some other music adjectives. He was rad. We drank strange things I have never heard of. I will be back.



This is Ren exiting dream land. It is 2 levels of used videogames from the NES, Genesis, and Atari. They had game music playing from the speakers and loads of TVs with game previews on them. All pre 1995.

Games


I almost bought this car. It must have taken ages with a Bedazzler.

ok...


Huge classic toy store. They even had a Wokie head. The top floor was all anime porn. Will and I found ourselves in the gay boy section some how. I didn't buy anything...


Someone gave this boy a cig.

She already had one.


I would live in Osaka for sure.


Later that night, Will tried to show me how to play the jaw harp

I think I got it!


Then we played with toys, ate sushi and watched a monster movie. I felt like I was 7.


The next day we left Osaka and went to Kyoto to visit a Japanese teacher that we housed 7 years ago. It was rough finding her in the station because my Japanese is non-existant and her English didn't include directions. After 2 hours of calling and looking for her we found her. It also didn't help that she was short and Japanese. Her and another teacher that came to Colorado 7 years ago took us around Kyoto where we saw the real shit. Japan is amazing.

Japan


Japan



Japan


Fountain of youth, knowledge and health. You were supposed to chose one. We did all of them.


Japan


Japan


China...


Japan


Hi. The next day more teachers that had visited colorado showed up and we all went for a boat ride. It was in a boat that they have used for like 800 years. Japan is crazy.


That was our tour guide. He was funny I guess. I didn't understand any of his jokes though. They were in Japanese. I still laughted, just to blend in.


At the end of the boat trip another boat came along and tried to sell us stuff. I was too smart for that though.


Although...it did look very squidy.


There goes our boat.


Following the boat ride was more of Japan.


Two of the Japanese teachers were really interested in the only historical thing i know about Japan. He took us on this sweet tour that you would only know about if you were Japanese. It was about these Samurai called the Shinsengumi. They were a group of people who fought against the use of guns in the Meji era. They all died real quick, but they were badass. This is one of their main posts in Osaka.


Just had to.

After we toured this old house where the Shinsengumi held their meetings we drank green tea out of bowls. As you do. We weren't allowed to take pictures in the house, but there was a spot on the celing that had been cut out because one of the guy's swords was too long. He had it raised to kill their evil leader while he wasn't looking. They had to replace the floors and part of the celing because the blood wouldnt come out. Word.


This is the grave site of one of the Shinsengumi. It was a cool grave. When you put a 100 yen coin in it would play some old recording of a guy sighing.


On our way to another Shinsengumi shrine.

This is where they had one of their largest battles. But it was only this rock on the side of the road.

Because it was there...


We then drank and ate so much. Japanese people can put it away. This woman and I had about 25 beers between the two of us. We also each had 7 plates of food. All you can drink places are common here. I love Japan.


Again...it had to be done.


Nice.

This place looks soso, but I really think it is the best place I have been in Japan. I could not believe how peaceful it was even with a million tourists. I'll be back there too.

Some odd trees.


Japanese green tea is the best drink in the world. If only it didn't cost $7 a glass. You need 4 glasses to prepair one cup sometimes too. It is strange but I'd do it anay time for some macha.


It comes with a free alien egg.


After Kyoto, Corina and I went down to Ise to visit one of the 3 most important shrines in Japan.


Ise-jingu is supposed to have some mirror that the gods gave to some guy a long time ago. You can't see it, but whatever.


Ghost bridge.


I saw these guys on the street. What badasses. (bottom left)


We ended our vacay with a trip to the Nagoya Poke Center to recharge our Pokemon.