I found an adaptor everyone! And then after all that, I just didn't feel like blogging.
You gotta be in the mood to write, you know? It's like cooking, or doing art...you want to do it while the mood takes you; while the words and colours are a swirling, moody tempest right in your core near your heart. You may or may not have a/many wine/s to loosen the mental stopper... and then you let it just flow out of your finger tips into a creation that you either hate immediately, or stare at until you hate later. Ah, rewarding.
So anyway, to catch you up, we've done a lot since the last post. I wish I could have written after every day while the memories were fresh, but Victoria is a much better tourist than me and what I'm used to, so we got home most nights after 7 or so with feet so sore you could feel it in your soul. Writing was the last thing I wanted to do and relaxing after a hot shower with a wine and my book was the first.
We put the TV on every night for background noise too, so while I was enjoying my wine/s and/or Umeshu/s and my book I could yell out to Victoria (distracting her from something important) 'OMG I recognised that word! They just said 'something something something something chicken something something something something'' Wow, I thought to myself frequently, I'm almost fucking fluent. Fuck I'm good.
I've decided to write a series of smaller posts to make the task of blogging about our adventures more manageable, and increase the chance of people actually reading this. You people don't like to read, I know, you just want the pictures. Fools.
But I will leave you with some random travel bits and a selection of some of our finest photographs:
We went to just one Sushi Train and it sucked. Granted, it was at the train station. But you know, Japan isn't that interested in Sushi anymore. I think sushi to them is what a BP servo sandwhich is to us. It's just basic shit that you grab from the 7-11 when you're desperate and would avoid it if there are other options. So that's something Japanese that Australia does better than Japan, however I guess it's a culture thing. It would be like if Japan had made a real thing about restaurants that served only Vegemite toast. Yes we all have it, but can you just go out to a specialist restaurant and have it many different ways; sit in and take out? Not really.
And coffee. Don't get me started. Everyone knows Australia does the best coffee, by far. It continues to hold true. And bread!! OMG! I would have sold my retinas for a loaf of rye bread. But no. No bread - unless you want a quarter loaf of white overly sweet processed bread from a french style bakery. Yuk. So no toast. No toast to be had. It hurts my soul. When I convince Isaac to move to Tokyo, I'll have to make our own bread or order it from Oz.
Oh and dogs. They are all small, in prams, and wearing pants. Yep.
Ok so back to the travel blog, I'll tell you just the best parts. In new blog posts. Cause this one is boring me already, so it must be boring you too.
If you've come this far, you deserve to know the story behind the last picture. It's a dessert. The story goes like this:
Setting: Izakaya (traditional bar full of salary men, food, beer & cigarettes) , Tokyo.
Me: 'Dude, let me order your next drink, I got mad skills. What do you want"
Victoria: 'Either this one, this one, or that one' pointing at the menu.
Me: 'Sumimasen!' (excuse me bar staff) 'kore wa o kudasai' (this one please!). Turning proudly to Victoria. She looks at me unimpressed. 'What?'
Victoria: 'That one has honey in it. I can't eat honey'.
Me: 'But you said this one, this one or that one!' pointing at the one I just ordered.
Victoria: 'No, I said this one this one or that one' pointing to all options but the one I actually ordered.
Me: 'Oh...'.
Setting: Steak and Wine bar, Kyoto
Me: 'Dude, I'll order your dessert, I got mad skills!' flags over a waitress 'kore wa o kudasai'. Jokingly to Victoria 'Actually maybe I shouldn't order for you anymore, it will probably come in covered in honey again!' Ah ha ha and we had a good laugh.
Waitress arrives with our Ice cream and Sweet Potato Chips. And the whole lot was unmistakably, undeniably, drizzled in what was most definitely a shit-ton of honey.