Use Your Power For Good


Yoshiko:s love of sleeping way in gives me lots of time for writing lately.

Hit the ocean yesterday. Tonnes of sand, gigantic caltrops (??)… beautiful waves… but pretty bloody windy and cold. I took some pics and we got out fast. Afterwards, picked up the guys, and met Hitomi for 100Y Kaitenzushi. That sushi on a conveyer belt that rolls by your table. You pull off what you want, stack your plates they come by at the end to count em. 1500Y (15$ish) and I had a stomach full of sushi better than anything I:ll ever find in Calgary. Really. Not to mention the 100Y Chocolate cake and Mango pudding. werd.

Karaoke with the five of us after, and some pictures that I need a scanner to post. Fun.

A tall white guy in Japan is somehow a major spectacle. This was a sweet novelty when we arrived. High school girls pointing and giggling. Dudes saying sugoi! dekai! …nice looking girls looking low and saying… … … dekai deshou.

But after a few days it got really annoying. Maybe that:s because you:ve been wearing the same jeans and shirt the whole while, and your starting to feel majorly self concious… or maybe you just gain some desire to be normal and human, rather than a creature that just got of the zoo.

Andrew has taken it pretty hard since we arrived in Hamamatsu. We:re hanging with a lot of girls our age. He:s got it rough, since I:m obviously unavailable, and word gets out that Dave has someone back home…

Plus… it doesn:t help that he:s a fine example of a man… even back in Canada where we all look like Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt or Orlando Bloom and drive Hummers and Corvettes, and carry our girls away on our shoulders down to hot California beaches to make sweet love in the middle of the night.

Rough…

These girls can barely say haro, let alone strike a conversation that will catch any decent guys interest… but still… they:ll all sneak secret pictures of you, and if they have enough confidence they:ll actually get a friend to take their picture together with you, while getting their friends to scream drunken chants… Chyu-u Chyu-u Chyu-u…

I:m not being entirely serious here… in fact… maybe I:m even being majorly sarcastic. But… as Andrew says… so often we feel just like props and accessories… kind of like a rented tuxedo or sports car… but… totally free.

Last day in Hamamatsu before we bust down to Osaka for Sumo… and then… who knows what. Yoshiko and I will probably return back here to continue organizing and planning for the future (we haven:t done anything on that front yet), while Andrew and Dave will continue down to Kyushu.

Out.

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