Again

Now they're living in a good, loving home with friends in Portland. Still, I bet they're mad at me for abandoning them. What was I thinking? Sonia went to visit...I was so jealous.
The difficult life of an english teacher in Japan. Work, work, work all the time. Never any chance to unwind, explore, or actually have a little fun. Ok, well sometimes, I manage to escape the monotous doldrums of the day to day and, just for a moment, see what Japan is really like. You guessed it--chopsticks and alcohol. P.S.-- "I've gone."











Where does the weekend go? It's already my Sunday and I feel like I haven't done anything at all. Yesterday I mailed my first postal money order, which my checking account will be excited to see. That alone was an adventure, as no one at the post office spoke any english. I had a little trouble getting them to understand that I was sending the money back for bills, but when they heard student loans everything was fine.



When Leanne's sister was here--they're from Vancouver BC--we went to a bar for a few hours, then to karaoke, and then to the park for a few more drinks. We played for hours on the jungle gym. These bouncy hippos were particularly dangerous, and I have an elbow scar to prove it. I thought it might be a good idea to get five people on one. As you can see, even one person on the hippo doesn't work so well. Michelle is from Florida, and she lovingly pushed Tom the Brit off the equipment. I also injured my foot after climbing a tree. I tried to gently drop out of it, but landed on my heal. Everyone else loves to say I fell. I didn't fall.
This is Megan. She's from Indiana. A drunk guy gave me the monkey hat in Hamamatsu at the kite festival, but the color coordination is incredible. This was a crazy night at my place. I was sure we were going to get a noise complaint, but luckily we're still in the clear.
This night was sponsored by Chi-chan, aka Chigusa, one of the Honko Japanese staff. On this particular night we went to Doma Doma and enjoyed a nomihodai for two hours accompanied by a nine course meal for less than $30 dollars. Incredible. From left to right: Michelle, Orie, Chigusa, Catherin, Vince, Ian, Sayou and Imari.
Isn't it funny when your friends lock you out on your balcony? Just so you know, I scaled the building and snuck in through David's window. I'm a survivor, yes I am.
David (my roommate) and Megan, my fellow american (who ever thought I'd use that as a positivism?). This particular night we stayed up until around 8am I think. Last beer run was definitely around 6:30am. That's the state of my sad life here in Japan, but at least I'm enjoying myself.
The beautiful Japanese coast. Well, some might say it's beautiful. See the tetrapods. Those are tsunami breakers, used to stop erosion of the Japanese islands into the sea. Ugly, eh? Originally they borrowed the design from Germany, and paid a shit-load because it was patented. Now they have their own, free of charge. Still ugly though.
Fuz and I took a bike ride to the beach for a picnic. Japan is so clean (at least the streets, not the air), and yet you'd be surprised how nasty the beaches are here. Ronnie and Kate said it's probably all the american litter floating over from america. I wouldn't doubt it, except the bottles are all Japanese brands. Anyway, we saw this amazing sea hawk. The wing span must've been about four feet. I would've taken more pictures, but it took me about 5 minutes to get my new digital camera ready. I'm still trying to figure that out. We did watch it glide and hunt...the most nature I've ever really seen in this Japanese concrete jungle.
Friends at a great bar; one of the only places in Shizuoka where you can get a half-way decent tequila sunrise for 500 yen. Anti-clockwise from right: Ronnie, Michelle, Rosie, James, Alice, Emi, Kaori, David.
I randomly stumbled upon this protest on Aoba Street, what we Novabots lovingly call "tree street". I went over to take pictures and the women started yelling, "no more Hiroshima, no more Nagasaki". I was moved. I bought a button. I told her "ganbatte", which means good luck and work hard. Quite a struggle. There are many small groups in Shizuoka who are working to re-militarize Japan. It's kind of funny because they set up camp right outside of Nova and make announcements over loudspeakers. Obviously they aren't thinking about any kind of reaction from China and North Korea. Pacifism is still widely supported by the Japanese public. But then again, so is passive-aggressivism (if I can take the liberty to make that a word. I'm an english teacher, right?).
Japan? Technologically advanced? Well, they may make the best toasters and digital cameras, and they're western-style toilets may have heated seats, but public toilets are really lacking. Yes, that's right. It is in fact a hole in the ground. In addition, you generally have to pay for toilet paper, which is actually pocket tissue in vending machines. So think ahead, or you might end up with poopie pants.
This is Julian the Kiwi at Karaoke. He escaped Nova and is currently working in a real school in Japan. He's my Weezer karaoke comrade, as he also has a ridiculous appreciation for their music. To his left is David, my roommate. To the right is Naho, his girlfriend (still camera shy), and Burke, an Aussie who came to Shizuoka about a week after me.
Ronnie, Naho and me at karaoke--one of many nights. This particular night Naho was a little camera shy, but I seem happy (drunk?).
Well here I am at my most technologically advanced. Yes, I've entered the world of blog. Blog blog blog. My inner dorkdom has finally come out. I'm like one pocket-protector away from the chess club.