The bathroom of fear

This story might have happened in international waters 2 weeks ago, but it's worth telling.

It’s day two on the boat, the sea is a bit choppy and everyone on board isn’t feeling 100%. Reading my Chinese guide book takes my attention away from the horizon, making things worse, so I fire up some old Nintendo games on my laptop, only to return similar results. Sleeping supplies relief and is remarkably easy to do on a boat, but there is only so much shuteye one can have in a day. I venture out of my room and explore the ship a little. I find other passengers scattered around, trying other vocations to distract them from the rocking motion of the ocean. I chat to the Brazilian guy, who introduces himself as “I am Jose from Brazil” as if that whole sentence is his name. He’s a friendly guy who’s been studying Japanese in Kobe. He tells me about his two girlfriends. One in Kobe, one in Tokyo. It would seem if you are white and you’re in Japan for any extended period of time, you are going to have at least one Japanese girlfriend. The Finnish guy joins the conversation and admits disappointedly that he had not been nearly as successful with ladies in his 8 months in Japan, and is now returning home.

The Finn

I say goodbye to the lads and continue my exploration, where I find the hot bath and shower room is still accessible. I enter the locker room and hear loud sloshing sounds coming from behind the bathroom door. It sounds like two fat guys are taking turns jumping in and bombing each other, having a grand old time being wet and naked. I open the door to find the floor saturated and the bath empty of patrons and full of violently choppy water, being thrown side to side by the movement of the ship. This looks like fun.

the bathroom

I fetch my towel from my room and race back to the bathroom. I strip off and wash myself thoroughly, whilst sliding around on my little plastic stool. What a lark. Not only have I found the cure for my boredom, I’ve discovered the best kept secret of the ship. And it’s all mine. I jump into the bath, sit down and begin to ride the hot bath rollercoaster. As the water slaps the sides of the bath, I slide along the bottom and lightly tap the walls. It’s like my own version of the sea outside, except warm, shallow and some chance of rescue. After the initial enjoyment of being throw around wears off, I brace myself in one place and relax, letting the hot water dissolve the soreness of the previous two weeks of snowboarding.

The door opens. The Finnish guy with his arse-length blond hair, stands in the doorway naked and is a little surprised to find me sitting in the bath, enjoying his idea. He says hello and ventures over to the showers to perform his pre-bath scrub. We chat about the rough seas and I make a few jokes about being naked, which are either ignored or not found funny. He finishes his wash and makes an attempt at getting in the bath, misses the pole and slips a little. In a split second, the Finn’s expression goes from steely determination to freaked out cat, clawing at any means of grip and stability. He catches himself and relaxes a little, finding the humour in the situation. He takes his seat in the bath and we exchange some small talk and chat about monster rock. We sit in the bath for about ten minutes, and I start to feel the amplified motion of the boat a little disconcerting. I stand up to leave and the sensation of standing up in a hot bath begins. I hold onto the handrail and lower myself towards the row of showers. I only have to make it to the little plastic stool and I’ll be ok. However, this is made difficult by the motion of the boat and the water on the floor. I slip around, naked and disorientated until I finally find refuge on the stool. I’m safe and exchange a joke with the Finn about how we are now even for embarrassing adventures in the nude. The blood from my head continues to evacuate and rushes to my feet. The already rocking room begins to spin and my vision becomes blurred. I reach for the water taps, hoping that a burst of hot water will bring me back from the encroaching darkness. I spray the water, which is cold, on my body and I begin to think about things that aren’t in the room.

Darkness.

Pain.

“hello? Are you ok?”

A distorted picture of the room appears in front of my eyes. I’m lying on the floor. How did this happen? My head is laying in the water and the room is on it side. Things aren’t making sense. “Are you ok?” I hear in a deep voice behind me. I sit up to find my reflection looking back at me, my face covered with blood. This isn’t good. The Finnish penis to my right comes into focus and things become very weird. There’s something unnerving about waking up disorientated and seeing your own blood covering your face and someone else’s penis hovering about 30 centimetres from your right ear. Adrenaline filled my veins and I managed to regain enough composure to thank the Finn escape to the changing room, where I lay naked on the floor for about 5 minutes. I dizzily dried and dressed myself and left.

I spent the rest of the day snoozing in my room with my boredom and need for adventure coming to an agreement not to have any major accidents for the remainder of the journey.

the scar

ps - I thought I had posted this a couple of days ago, but when I went to check it out it had disappeared. After thinking that an ingenious Chinese government plot to censor stories of naked men in bathrooms had removed my post, i discovered that I had saved it as a draft and not published it. Ahhh.. We can't go on together with suspicious minds

YKK

next time you zip something up, take a look at the letters inscribed on the clasp. I bet in 9 out of 10 cases it'll say "YKK" on there. Well it appears they make other stuff too. here in j-land the locks on windows are also 9/10 YKK made. The company's product has made it onto my Hard Yakka pants, my One Planet backpack and my Mountain Design jacket. I didn't know that YKK is actually a Japanese brand and has been around since 1934.

YKK stands for "Yoshida Kogyo Kabushililaisha", with Yoshida Kogyo being the founder of the company, which was originally known as San-Es Shokai. but the full name is Yoshida Kogyo Kabushiki Kaisha (吉田工業株式会社). I guess after careful consideration, they choose not to use all three of the Ks in their name.

So very tired.

It's got to the point of where Luke and I don't say anything to each other on the lift. Not that we're sick of each other, we're just that tired. Strange when your entire day's conversation consists of:

"which way do you want to go?"
"where do you want to meet?"
"did you see that *insert stupid injury risking snowboarding thing here*?"
"that run was totally awesome"
"I'm fucked"
"where do you want to eat lunch/tonight?"

Basically, things have become rather primal. We both smell a bit. We spend all day traversing moutains and hunting down vending machine food. you know, cave man stuff.

then there's nightboarding. and it's exactly that. for every skier, there is at least 20 boarders.

now for a little rest, some dinner and then a few rounds of boarding under the lights.

same same but not different

Foreign Familiarity

Back in Niseko for a second round of snowboarding and I'm stunned at how normal everything feels. I remember last year how the Japanese culture broke my head apart. Then in February, my head was blown apart by the culture and the quality of the snow. And now, this time it all feels so ordinary and same same.

The flights were all the same time (although we did leave from the new Adelaide terminal)
The flight numbers were all the same (JL778)
The plane from Sydney to Kansai was the exact same plane (747)
We sat in the exact same seats (28K)
Watched the exact same movie (Zorro)
Stayed in the same hotel (not the same room, but seeing how the decor doesn't differ from room to room, it felt the same)
Caught the same plane from Kansai to Sapporo
Same bus from Sapporo to Niseko
Same conversations with random Australians (were do you go snowing back in oz? you wont believe how good it is here)

But this familiarity isn't all bad. The manager of the place we stay at was very pleased to see us again. Kimiko is very motherly, so Luke and I brought her some koala shaped chocolates and snake shaped jubes.

We walked in to Abucha, a local Izakiya restaurant, and the staff were very Happy to see us and were genuinely interested in our adventures since the last time we were in town.

the snow, while theres less of it, is still great.

And I know that in under two weeks I'll be meeting up with Pippa in Shanghai. This is furher proof that comfort and adventure don't have to be mutually exclusive.

reclaiming a song

When an advert for a product uses a song, that song is in danger of forever being associated with that product. In some ways, music videos are an extension of this: the song forever being associated with cool images (Aphex Twin, Nine Inch Nails, Chemical Brothers, White Stripes, etc), making said song that much cooler.

Last year we were treated to a beautiful use of lots of advertising dollars. The Sony Bravia advertising campaign which featured thousands of super balls being thrown down a street in San Francisco. Initial viewing of this ad were greeted with "just another over use of computer graphics" and "cool concept.. pity it's fake". However, once I found out it was real, the advert took on a more spiritual meaning and lead to me at least finding out a bit more about the $5000 TVs it was flogging. Nothing spiritual with spending that much on a TV, but at least some crazy director guy got to throw a bunch of colourful balls down a big hill. The track used in the Bravia advert, "Heartbeats" is by a guy called José González, has now found its way into the mix tapes of cardigan wearers all over, claiming to have known about José back in the day*.

Before leaving for a bit of snowing in Japan, I spent a while modifying my snowboard helmet. This involved altering a pair of tune ups that were too small to fit my boof head and my non-Giro helmet. I then rigged up an elaborate mute switch that allowed me to easily turn off the music in my ears while on the lift so I could be social. The thing was broken by the 3rd day, but while it was working, it made boring lift rides alone a little more interesting, and going faster easier as Zack de la Rocha's angry yelling dissolved my fears of dying.

One of the main attractions of Niseko is the night boarding, which seems to be just that: boarding. Night boarding represents a real departure from traditional snow culture, as the snowboarding crowd are predominately younger non-skiing peeps who, if it wasn't for snowboards probably wouldn't have come to the snow. By the looks of it, in about 10 years, skiers will be in the minority as their fucked knees and arpre attitudes remove them from the slopes. While taking the lift on the second night boarding sessions, I had "Heartbeats" playing in my ears as enjoyed a tranquil and quite lift ride up to the top. The wind was still, a line of alpine trees paralleled the lift and big snow flakes were gently falling from the sky onto my goggles. This was a truly beautiful experience and has now given that song another meaning for me.

Other songs that have been reclaimed for me are:

Right Here, Right Now - Fatboy Slim (adidas commercial) - reclaimed while riding between canberra and melbourne
Instant Karma - John Lennon (nike commercial) - reclaimed while mowing my mum's lawn in the early 1990s
Are you gonna go my way - Lenny Kravits (it's commercial enough as it is) - installing or fixing car stereos

*As a side point, does it really matter when or how a person gets into a particular kind of music? Sure, the "cool kids" will use it as a badge of honour to claim they knew about it 5 minutes before everyone else did, but if you like the music, it shouldn't matter how you were introduced to it. I've caught myself doing this in the past a feel a bit stupid because of it. Swapping music tastes with people is much more fun than hoarding a sound for yourself. If you still do this, stop what you're doing, pull your head from your arse and make a mix tape for all your friends.

instructions

Dear Mr.Daniel Murphy

Thank you for your inquiry.

The way to get to the International ferry terminal from Kansai Airport:

1) Take the Nankai Main Line(Rapito) to Namba station at Kansai Airport station.

2)transfer at Namba station for the Midousuji line and get off at Hommachi station

3)transfer at Hommachi station for the Chuo Line and get off Cosmosqure Station.

4)from Cosmosqure Station., take taxi or bus to get to International ferry terminal.

It takes 2 hours from Kansai Airport to International ferry termimal.
please see the attached trafic information map.

Tks./Rgds.
S.Miyamoto/Shanghai Ferry Co.,Ltd.

Next Challenge: Where to sleep in Osaka?

no name lift

Here in the snow, there's a competition at the moment to give the new lift at Niseko a name. Currently it is referred to as the "no name lift", which really wont do for all of eternity. Other than getting people to the top, the lift symbolises a cultural change in Niseko. Five years ago, you would have come here and seen hardly any westerners. Today, the main street is crowded with Aussies, swearing, drinking and basically standing around as if they own the place. It's part of our national psyche to invade a place, and then claim it's been "ours" all along. There are hardly any other Northern Hemisphere people here as they have their own snow, so the Australian contingent is strong. So strong that some of locals have picked up the Aussie drawl, pronouncing words the oz way: "gday. ow ya goin maate?" with everything else in English being a struggle involving charades. Just letting you know that as I type this, I periodically hear "fuck you" and "dickhead" and "cunts" being yelled by drunken Aussie out my window.

The lift itself isn't brand new. It too is an Aussie export, coming from the slopes of Falls a year or so ago. Massive job that. Putting up a lift, then taking it down, shipping it 10,000kms away and setting it up again. The company that owns Falls and Hotham back in Oz, also owns one of the resorts here and has an interest in increasing their market share in the global snow business.

But what to call the new lift? Within the group of guys I go boarding with, much shit is spoken, sayings dreamt up, usually resulting in something unintelligible being shouted at each other as we rest or attempt to punch one another in the balls. (do all blokey guys do this?). We speculated using one of these stupid saying as our entry into the competition, but it wasn't really fitting. One night in Hotham during last season, a small group of us were returning on the snow bus to our lodge after a night at the General, Hotham's answer to a pub. We go there to try and win snow gear, but in the process get a little toddled at the same time (one drink = one entry). Being slightly inebriated we jump onto the comparably warm bus, to be greeted by the Working Class Man himself, Jimmy Barnes. Hartley took the lead and assumed the position, stretching out his legs, rock salute in the air and shouted out "Barnesy!" much to the amusement of the others. The bus driver responded by turning up the volume and much pre-Cronulla Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, Oi, Oi, Oi was had. We had just discovered something new to shout at each other for the following weeks of boarding.

On this Japan trip, it being the first snow trip to Japan for most of us, Hartley bought himself a Pickachu beanie. This prompted a variant of his original "Barnesy" saying, becoming the slightly modified: "Pickarnesy", which duley became our initial idea for the lift name. I'm unsure of how a made up word shouted at each other is supposed to represent the meeting of cultures, and what it would actually mean to anyone except us, so we decided against it. But we didn't want to loose that momentum of what Pickarnesy represented to us. A meeting of cultures, a different attitude (snowboarding in general is really changing the way snow resorts operate) and the influence of Australian culture on the local environment.

Until today.

Welcome aboard Niseko's new lift: The Cold Chisel

We are fairly confident that our name will get up and hopefully we'll be invited back for the naming ceremony.

ironic

The snow is good times here in Japan. But apart from the occasional random ice cream and the lifties saying "dozo" and "arigato" there isn't much you would see here in Niseko that you couldn't see at any snow place in the world. It's all fairly generic. Until you go to where more people are.

Sapporo was fun. For me it was the first time I'd seen a built up city with snow filling the streets. For the others, it was the first time they had been in a Japanese city. Remember, Sapporo is big, but not compared to places like Osaka and Tokyo. The boys really loved it. We went shopping at Uni Qlo, which is one of the MUST GO places for clothing in Japan.

The very next floor down was Mandrake, a crazy Anime and video game place of worship. Luke found it and subsequently ran up the stairs looking for someone to tell. Anyone. Luke's excitment centred on what he had just found: a Virtual Boy, a Nintendo console featuring 3D goggles which failed within 6 months of release back in 1995. However, it a very cool idea and the one Luke found was Brand new, never been used still in its box with 11 games. We've all had a go at it, and it is cool. But just like Japanese Seizure Robots, it hurts your head after a while.

One thing that may or may not have been lost in translation is irony. The place we're staying (pension white bear) has a doorbell that plays "Lonely, I am so Lonely". Aside from conjuring up images of Kim Jong Il from Team America, the irony of proclaiming one's loneliness as someone arrives to visit is quite funny. However, after visiting Sapporo I have reassesed this...

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in transit

Well after two days of solid travelling, I've made it to Niseko, Japan. and you wouldn't think it.

"get off the fucken road ya cock 'ead"

By gingoes this place is full of Australians. You want Vegemite and Tim Tams? No worries mate. The local people have welcomed the Aussie tourist dollar with open arms. Problem is the Australians have mistaken this gesture, and have rugby tackled the locals with a drunken bear hug. I spoke to some Aussies who said they had been coming here for years, and how it used to be so much better before the packs of pissed Aussie came. I was going to point out their hypocrisy, but chose to bite my tongue as I was one of those Skips who have spoilt it for everyone else. That and I had a beer in my hand. They did pass on an amusing tale of a group of pissed Australians pinching a local bulldozer in 2004 and taking it for a ride in the street, crashing it into a snow drift. It caused a big kerfuffle and the tour company was asked to add advisories onto their travel brochures to avoid liabilities.

Aside from all the wonderfully interesting cultural stuff this place has to offer, this place is the place to board. Such a different experience with snow that is as soft as this stuff. No need to read the lay of the land in front of you. You see a bump in the snow? you cut right through it. Get some air? Land on a cloud. And the speed one can reach without feeling like death is nigh is astonishing. We only got out for about 3 hours of night boarding, but it was still the best boarding I've ever experienced. I need sleep now. Will put more photos and words up soon.

ok.. So I'm about to take off on my version of the 'journey of a lifetime' trips.

On Sunday I head to Japan for a couple of weeks of snowboarding in Niseko, with about ten other friends. I come back to Adelaide to work at the fringe and divide my life into boxes which will be stored at various locations around this fine land. Then I return to Japan for another round of snowing, and on the way back, deliberately miss my flight from Osaka to Cains and catch a ferry to Shanghai China. From there I'm looking at spending a couple of months in China with my lady friend and then moving onto Mongolia and Russia for a bit. We're aiming to be in Germany by the time the World Cup rolls through, so I think Eastern Europe and the 'Stans will fit in between now and then.

and it almost didn't happen. read the story here.

Thankfully I received my passport and $10 change from the Chinese Embassy on Tuesday, so my freak out and festering anger amounted to nothing in the end. And today I got back an email from the Shanghai Ferry company confirming a booking on the 2 day sea journey that will transport me to China.

Anyway, with the packing up my life, if I've lent anyone anything I'm offering an armistices.

Stuff I don't remember who I lent it to:
Michel Gondry DVD
Spike Jonez DVD

not sure what else I'm missing, but it can't be that important as I can't remember.

If anyone wishes to take ownership of any of my things, let me know.

Welcome Mr. Daniel. He have been expectant of you

Today was my final morning with Mika and her sister and sister's fiancé. They have been so hospitable to me, allowing me to stay at their house, eat their food and butcher their language. Their bread here comes in smaller loaves but the slices are much thinker. A little confusing, but a good analogy for Japan: even though the country is about the same size as Victoria, the cities are bigger than anything in Australia. Hopefully my Gaijin presence can help Mika's dad accept Adam (Mika's Gaijin boyfriend in Adelaide). I said my Sayonaras and was on my way. On her way to work Mika dropped me off at the station and instructed me to go to the wrong platform. It was a mistake that turned out to be a blessing as it took me back to the main station and I boarded a Shinkansen to Nagoya. Rather than taking a couple of hours, within 45 minutes I was wondering around Nagoya in the hot sun looking lost and bothered. I had read in Lonely Planet about a place to stay and decided to take it up on the advice, only to choose the other suggestion at the last minute in the book as it was closer to the city centre.

One piece of advice about Nagoya though. This month Nagoya plays host to World Expo 2005. If you are not here for World Expo, and you are gaijin, you're going to get fleeced. This place has geared up for let's screw the foreigners and is doing so left, right and centre. The youth hostel I'm staying at is 1000 yen more than usual; Nagoya castle walks mysteriously doubled it's price about 3 weeks ago; all free tour buses to outlying factories (Toyota & Asahi) have been diverted to Expo; and the locals are sick of stupid gaijin asking stupid question in a stupid language they don't (and shouldn't have to) understand.

After reading this you could be fooled into thinking it's all gone to the dogs here, which in some ways it has. On the flip side of this however there is much fun to be had if you're prepared to make the effort. Lonely Planet has moulded, saved and helped plan many holidays for westerners. The ability to have a writing style close to that of a friends travel emails from abroad allows the reader to relax into the idea that these suggestions are coming from a loved one rather than a brochure. It is on this principle we must approach all said suggestions with care. On the advice of LP, I decided to make my way out to the Asahi brewery and get the free tour of the factory.

It starts with a phone call in a public phone booth. "mooshi mooshi – insert bad Japanese for "do you speak English? When is the beer thingo?" – I gave my name and the booking was made. After killing some time (oh man I wish Katamari Damacy came out in Australia), I followed the directions in the LP and headed for the main station of Nagoya. According to the guide, a free shuttle bus leaves every couple of hours to the Asashi factory. No dice. All buses diverted to Expo. Fuck. It's 1:30, I need to be there for the 2 o'clock tour, the train ride is 15 minutes and according to LP it's another 15 minute walk to the factory. Fuck. I get off the train at the right stop and by a stroke of luck I was able to spy the big Asahi sign on the distance. I walk double time in the direction and end up circumnavigating the entire perimeter of the factory before discovering the entrance near the station. Fuck. I walk up to the gates not seeing any English signs or anything that would hint of a tourist-like affair, and it's 2:10. The guard at the gates looks me up and down, steps out of his little windowed box and approaches me. Fuck. "Mr. Daniel, we are to be having expecting you". Close enough. I follow his gesticulations until I end up at a tourist friendly looking building. I am greeted by a young girl in a red uniform with a cute little hat. "Welcome Mr. Daniel. Right this way";. I get corralled into a large waiting room with display cases of the many goodies that Asahi breweries sell and several rows of backless and personless chairs. Great, the tour has started without me. Fuck. I dump my bag and sit waiting for the usually 200-stong tour to return to rub their collective beer experience in my face.

"Ok, shall we start the tour Mr. Daniel?" Huh? Turns out World Expo has watered down the tour to a much more reasonable number today.... just me and my personal tour guide, Emi. It was great. I got to chat to her about beer, Australia, Japan and compared beers from other countries. It turns out that while Emi needs to tow the company line, she has tried and does like Coopers. She knew about the secrets behind Vegemite and described the taste of it as Matzui. The tour itself wasn't that interesting, but did make for some cool photos and useless facts. And after the 20 minute tour, I sat down for the 20 minutes taste test. This is where one can sample as much of the product as you can in 20 minutes and I decided to do just that. Emi joined me (on soft drinks), and ended up practicing her English on me for about 40 minutes, totally forgetting about the time restrictions. Before I was too drunk to remember any Japanese, I got some suggestions on what to see in Nagoya without having to travel too far.

With a photocopied Japanese UBD/Melways I made my way out of the factory in an "I haven't eaten much and I've had 5 (or was it 6?) beers" haze. I found my way to the Nagoya castle, which has limited time only Expo pricing for the castle walks, which could be as easily seen from an adjacent building's 2nd storey balcony. I decided to look around the surrounding gardens, take some photos and sober up. I ended up spotting another gaijin in the park and begun chatting with her. She turned out to be one of the representatives for Lithuania's Expo exhibit and she was on her day off. We wandered around for a bit, met up with a friend of hers from Osaka and went for Sushi. After food we spent about an hour looking for a café, and ended up going back to the Nagoya station for Starbucks. Balls. We ended up comparing our concepts of Normal with each other and talking about the quirks of Japanese culture. It's good to talk to people who have a grip on the English language. It helps to regain a little sanity (which a lack of is still fun) in this crazy place. I return to the Youth Hostel, at 10:05pm. Their showers close at 10pm and they don't let you have a shower in the morning. Fuck. They charge extra for towels and give you a tatami mat to sleep on. Fuck.

So I'd just like to say thank you to Lonely Planet for the Asahi suggestion, and fuck you Lonely Planet for the shithole I've forked
out 3500 yen to stay at.

Raining cats and dogs

shibuya in the wet
Originally uploaded by monkey with a gun.

The cars here are like nothing else I’ve seen before. They range from being the sleek futuristic type to the all concurring Toyota Crown taxi. It seems this 1980s car has fallen through the space time continuum and is still the current model. These Crowns while still retaining their mid-80s shape, have had upgrades to bring them kicking and screaming into the 21st century. Apart from having a Flux Capacitor for a meter, the rear doors have been fitted with a remote open and close mechanism, the headlights are those funky xenon kind and I’m guessing their engines are fairly schmick. However, DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT catch a taxi for any reason what so ever in Japan. They are stupidly expensive. From what I can tell it costs $AU8 just to get into one, then you pay through the nose from there on. I’m guessing it’s a way of trapping dumb Americans and making them pay for what they did to Japan all those years ago. By far the most popular of makes, Toyota is everywhere. A close second is Nissan, followed by Subaru, Mitsubishi and Mercedes. And everything Japanese is really cheap. I’m talking $AU4,000 - $9,000 for a decent second hand Japanese sports car. And they aren’t fussed by silly little things like standards. While they drive on the same side of the road as Australia, the ratio to right hand drive and left hand drive cars is about 2 to 1. What is cool is that most people, thanks to space restriction and traffic hassles, opt for using public transport and bicycles.

Why buy a car when you could purchase on of Japan’s most popular of status symbols, a living and breathing dog. They’ll set you back anywhere from $1,000 to $5,000 depending on what sort you want and with most pet shops being open 24/7, one can indulge in a yapping poo machine any time. What I would like to set up is a “dogs for cars” exchange program between Australia and Japan. I’ll swap some sort of compact terrier for a 1999 Subaru WRX with 40,000kms. I’ll even throw in a few cans of chum for the plane ride across. I guess this is why Sony’s robot dog Aibo is so popular here. At about half the price of the real thing and the ability to wrap it up without it dying, it’s certainly the smarter option for a birthday gift. By the way, the Aibo is very cute and I want one. The design is like a G4 Powerbook with legs.

docomo

Day 6 - Noborito and Kawasaki

I leave Ollies at around 12. Ollie is not really a morning person so after a few grunts and sleepy exchanges I leave. I feel particularly crusty as this is my second day without a shower. What I expect for free? At least I brushed my teeth. I walk past the family mart near the train station and grab a bite to eat. I resist the temptation of the random choice and ask, in bad Japanese about what the person behind the counter recommends. I end up with something that cost about $2 and was like a steamed bun filled with beef. Oichi. I get to the station and decide rather than going back to Shinjuku or Shibuya or some other place I'€™ve already seen, I hop on a train to Kawasaki. I put my headphones on and Tool it down to where those fast bikes are made. Wow. What a beautiful train journey. Cherry blossoms everywhere, with plenty of temples and squished in buildings thrown in for good measure. Real post card material in some parts. Especially about 5-10 minutes out of Noborito, with the train running parallel with a stream for abut 30 second. Gorgeous stuff that makes me realise I can never truly "€œsee the world"€, as little things like this are hidden away, and if I had been facing the other way on the train, I would have missed it. But I guess there'€™s plenty of Japanese who can experience it for me. Next time I'€™m here though, it'€™ll be on a bike. Any want to join me?

Kawasaki was interesting.

Piss farted around Harajuku markets for a while. Managed to sell some badges to a shop there. I sold about 20 and got about $1.20 each for them, with the guy interested in buying some more. Please don'€™t tell the Japanese government as they can deport my arse back to Australia for such business dealings.

The way the Japanese deal with crime is interesting. Illegal things are not done in Japan for the same reasons they€'re done back home. Over here people don'€™t do illegal things because they might get caught, they don'€™t do it because it's wrong. This is a strange concept for us dishonourable westerners to comprehend, as our system depends on the fear of punishment rather than shame. I find this to be a very beautiful concept, but it leaves them open for Gaijin fuckers to take advantage of them in ways they'€™re just not equipped to handle. As Mr Oliver pointed out yesterday, when shit goes down here in Japan (say the school shooting about a month ago), the police turned up too late and people got killed. There was a family murder suicide a little while ago, with some male teenager shooting his folks, his sister and then himself (I think). The cops turned up too late and everyone was dead. The attitude towards it though was quite weird. Not shock and horror, but shame and disapproval. What troubles happen in the family should be sorted out in the family and not by the police.

shook me until 5am

Day 2 - Ueno, Asakusa and Ichigaya

These were some notes I made when the western songs stopped and the japanese songs began at around 3am at karaoke.

Day 2 - Ueno, Asakusa and Ichigaya

Getting up and watching tv at the capsule hotel.

Buying a banana. $2 each. Individually wrapped.

Walking over to Shibuya station.

Making my way to Ueno

Meeting Ayako, Hiro, Ai and Akira.

Get off at Akihabara station and transferring to another train.

Having lunch at sushi place.

Getting a tour of a quite cherry blossom area.

Having coffee

Tour of small temple.

Back to train station

Leave group and venture to Akihabara then transfer to Ueno

Walk thru huge crowds of people around lake and cherry blossom.

Eat hello kitty and derimon moulded treats.

Have rice bun with sauce

Calling Hiroshi to catch up with the gang.

Getting lost for two and a half hours

Finding the gang

Eating food

Tackling Japanese toilet

Getting to Nishi-Kasai

Going to Karaoke

Singing badly until 5am

Walking to Hiroshi'€™s place/shoe box

Begin to hold deeper understanding of Japanese people.

Home is for sleep and washing, not filling up with crap you don'€™t need.

Japanese Hangovers

Day 3 - the day after Karaoke

I wake up in Hiroshi's lounge/bedroom/sardine can. I think I would be happy with the small space. I'm looking forward to the end of the year when I take off on my BIG trip. This is when I get to purge all my shit and reduce my possessions down to what I'll need to start over when I return. This hoarding habit has been picked up from my mum, who loves to surround herself with stuff that stopped working years ago. So come November, get in line, because I'll be giving it all away.

I asked Hiroshi about Buddhism, Zen and other religions in Japan. As the conclusions I've come to are more like feeling than words, it's not something I can write about here.

I have learned my first Kana or Kanji. I forget which one is which. By using my phrasebook I have been able to find my way around Tokyo, even when there hasn'€™t been any English or Roman characters on signs. The trick to it is finding the name of the thing you want (in this case: Capsule Hotel) and then memorising what the first couple of Kanji look like. Simple stuff.

Japanese McDonalds
There'€™s a neat little chain of Japanese eateries called "Yoshinoya". These guys have about 7 dishes to choose from with prices ranging from AU$3-$5. Fast food that is filling, tasty and cheap. What more do you want? The cool part is there is no take away, you have to sit at the counter and the ueita hands you a complementary Japanese tea on arrival. Don'€™t speak Japanese? No problem. Point at the pictures on the menu and gesticulate your preferred size.

closed roads

Day 4 - Bike in Akihabara

The main road next to the electronic shopping district is closed to traffic on sundays. This allows the many shoppers to spill out onto the streets without the fear of being skittled over by an angry toyota crown driver.

Japanese Fact #35
It is rude and considered offensive to blow your nose in public. Hocking some nasty sounding phlegm up and pissing in the first available corner in public is perfectly acceptable.

Japanese fact #586
You are not allowed to answer you mobile phone on public trains and it must be switched to silent or off depending on which part of the carriage you are standing in. However, it is perfectly fine to text message, listen to music or watch television on your phone whilst on the train.

In Ueno station, while looking for a locker to cram my bag into I found an envelope with a magazine called “Samson” in it. On the front cover (back cover for us whiteys), was an illustration of two gents in business attire. One was sitting on an office chair, while the other was standing beside him with his hand on the other’s shoulder. With the pair laughing, I got the impression that it was a comic about the fun that can be had at work and the pleasure found in the company of colleagues. I opened it to find that my reading had been right, just the type of fun and pleasure was different from the one I had imagined. Now porn in Japan cannot legally show genitals. However, the impression one gets of what is going on in said porn is not lost due to a few pixelated knobs and fannies.

Walking around Akihabara, you get the impression that the protagonist in the majority of Japanese cinema seems to fall into four distinct character types:

1) I am a 15 year old school girl who looks like I'™ve just done something naughty.

2) I have inordinately large breasts (okii opie), and I'€™m hoping you can help me with dealing them.

3) My clothes have spontaneously exploded and I only have a few threads left with which to cover my shame.

4) All of the above

Great thing about Akihabara is they sell everything electronic. From fridges to laptops; from foot spas to walkmans. And the best part is that one of everything is on display so you can suss out how it functions and whether it will work in your home country before you buy it. Here's a tip on shopping ion Akihabara. Leave the store "AOX"€ until the end. Because on the forth floor they sell massaging chairs which you can try. Oh me, oh my. Just what I needed after lugging a back pack around all day.

It's weird though, some things a really cheap compared to Australia, while other things are either the same or even more. And second hand computer stores look the same as they do here as they do back in Australia. Full of over priced, outdated shit with all the best buys either snapped up by the owner or a local geek who knows the language and therefore can out-bargain some git from Adelaide any day.

capsule hotel

Day 5 - Mr Oliver and Noborito

Sorry - I seem to have condensed my journal into one document for a few days. But here's day 5

Woke up late at Capsule hotel. Missed opportunity for shower. I'€™m a Stupid Gaijin. Shooed out by owner.

Killed some time at Shinjuku

Caught up with Mr Oliver - met at Hachiko statue in Shibuya

Went for food - All you can eat Japanese pizza, which has as many hits as there are misses.

Back to Ollie's at Noborito - The Davron Park of Tokyo without the scumbags. Full of Gaijin ESL teachers. Americans, Canadians, English, Scottish, Australian, Kiwi. Pretty much every native speaking English country represented. Except South Africa as someone pointed out later on.

Went for dinner in Shinjuku and to meet Chris, who has been living here for two years. Great guy who I can vaguely remember from Adelaide. We had a few things in common which made for interesting discussion. Chris has a Japanese girlfriend and has just moved in with her. Ollie doesn'€™t like this because it means he gets to see less of Chris, which from what I can tell he is pretty close to. Chris'€™ girlfriend was still shitty at him for going out drinking rather than spending the night with her a week or two ago. A little over the top at first, but then he told us it was her birthday. A no-no in any language.

Stories:
63,000 yen taxi ride ($720) to the beach
Renting etiquette in Japan – (2 months bond, 1 months rent, Key money and “thank you” money - aka "€œfuck you" money)

Said goodbye to Chris and went back to Noborito. First sardine like experience on train. Ollie informs me that it gets much worse. As in Salary Men pushed up against the windows. A smart guy was riding in between the carriages and therefore avoided the crush, allowing him to quietly playing his PSP, with another guy playing his DS next to him. Man I wish I had my camera.

Got back to Noborito and sat up until about 1:30 talking ESL with the other people in the Gaijin house. Heard some funny stories about teaching English in Japan from all the teachers. Has made me want to do work here more. Just need

My town has lots of Cancer. I like to eat cancer. - ask me about this story

where's my agent?

Day 4 - Lost in Translation

This may be Kiefer Sutherland, but Richard Gere is the man. His face is on every taxi, every 4th billboard and on a handful of TV adverts. There are plenty of Western celebrities that have lent their image to the Japanese advertising industry. It might be that because his hair resembles that of Koizumi.

You Brade Runner?

Day 7 - Akihabara

Think of the busiest, craziest place in your city then multiply it until it covers an area with a 70km diameter. Have you seen Blade Runner? How about The Fifth Element? Have you seen any film set in the future? Well I can tell you now; they got all their ideas from Tokyo. From the police sirens to the architecture, this is the source for the west'€™s view of what the future might be. This explains why Japanese cinema is so cool. Personal space is at a minimum and most of the relaxation time is spent out on the town. Subsequently this means people nod off in coffee shops and on the train, people eat out more and karaoke joints occupy ten storey buildings. Music from cartoons and video games blare out of huge speakers on a regular basis at train station and shopping districts. There is one JR train station that plays the theme from Astroboy ever time a train arrives. As the trains are as regular as breathing, you could see how this could get irritating after a while. Walkmans / iPods play a larger role in this place than back in Australia. With all this external noise and huge crowds it'€™s easy to see why the Japanese want to disappear into their own little worlds. You are not allowed to answer you mobile phone on public trains and it must be switched to silent or off depending on which part of the carriage you are standing in. However, it is perfectly fine to use the phone for text messaging, listening to music or watching television.

Narita to Shibuya

Day 1

After not travelling on one for a while, it's easy to forget how big a 747-400 is on the inside. It was an overnight flight with a 'quick' 90 minute stop over in Cairns. I'm seated next to an Australian-Japanese lady who is visiting relatives near Tokyo. After chatting for a while and finding out it was my first time to Japan, she offers me her contact details if I should get into trouble. I land in Narita airport, with the cherry trees in full bloom lining the runway. The lady says that extremely lucky to see Japan during this time. I'm grunted through immigration and get my first opportunity to practice my rudimentary Japanese on a true local: a customs inspector. Success. My 'arigatos' and 'domo arigato' get a smile and I'm shooed into the country.

On the advice of the wonderfully helpful Shelley, I take the Narita express to Tokyo. Great journey through rice paddies (patties?), burbs and golf nets. A few rows up from me is another aussie called Dan and it's his first time here too. I get chatting with the guy next to me and he tells me about what he does and the things I need to see while in Japan. Turns out he imports expensive European watches into japan and has just returned from a conference in Geneva. We arrive at Shinjuku I say my goodbyes to Honamichi and his friend and look for something to eat before transferring to Shibuya.

I walk into a noodle joint on the train platform and knowing I don't speak enough Japanese I point at the pictures and then at me to indicate my purpose for entering. The guy behind the counter waves me away and turns his back on me. Not working. Honamichi's friend comes to my rescue and pulls me out of the shop. He points at a vending machine with about 30 different things to choose from and asks me what I want. He then inserts his own money, makes a selection, grabs the ticket that is produced, herds me back into the noodle bar and leaves. It was all over before I could thank him. After eating I find a locker to store my larger bag and go exploring. I walk out into the heart of Shibuya square and I was greeted with the busiest place I've ever seen.

Apparently this is the busiest intersection for pedestrians in the world; about 1.2 million people a day. To know what I saw, watch Lost in Translation as this is the first place Bill Murray walks into when he arrives in Tokyo. Opposite Hachiko square, which is the place just outside of the station is a wall of buildings, with three of them lit up buy massive TV screens. There are people that look like protesters with signs and mega-ma-phones, shouting aggressive stuff I don't understand. The amount of people that were moving about could only be compared with a crowd at the big day out.

I spend the day looking at all the wacky shops and crazy arcades, taking plenty of photos. One thing that sticks out is the homeless people. I decide to have a bit of a rest next to Hachiko; the statue of the dog (good story behind it if you look it up). This dog statue seems to be the Malls Balls of Shibuya with many people sitting around, either searching the endless crowds for their friend or texting them to hurry up. The young guy sitting next to me drops his phone and I pick it up for him. We stumble our way through a conversation and he expresses an interest in showing me around. Wataru and I look around Shibuya for a bit and then meet up with his friend. They suggest going for food and take me to an Izakia (cheap eating and drinking) place just off of the main square. The food was good and we end up spending a few hours there drinking beer and making poor attempts at each other's languages. I stumble out of there and they help me find a capsule hotel to stay at. I get my bag and check into the tiny little capsule. Good deal really. For a place in the heart of the city, with showers and lockers included in the price (3200 yen).