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Behold, the Holy Grail.

Behold, the Holy Grail.

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Who’s this douchebag

Who’s this douchebag

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Behold, Himeji Castle. Uh. Sort of.

Behold, Himeji Castle. Uh. Sort of.

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They said I was mad; they said it couldn’t be done. I showed them alright, I showed them all!

They said I was mad; they said it couldn’t be done. I showed them alright, I showed them all!

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Fashion show at the 500 year old textile centre.

Fashion show at the 500 year old textile centre.

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Note that there are no remains here, only headstones.

Note that there are no remains here, only headstones.

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How much do I suck? Let me count the ways

So. Haven’t updated for a while. It’s been eleven or so days since we arrived at Kyoto, and an inexplicable lethargy took hold of me. Or maybe it was the allergies.

Right now we’re in Yugawara, near Hakone, at an onsen overlooking the ocean, for some much needed rest from all this vacationing.

I guess I’ll start uploading some of my phonecam pics in the meantime, and blogs when I find the strength. This does mean that my memory of events won’t be quite as fresh, sadly.

Also, we took a shitton of pics with the reflexcam, so expect all of that when we get back. In the meantime, I shall continue to do what I do best: procastinate.

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Well, at least it’s large, right?


Right?

Well, at least it’s large, right?


Right?

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Takase River. Don’t think “river” is what I would call a ten cm deep flow, but eh.

Takase River. Don’t think “river” is what I would call a ten cm deep flow, but eh.

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Srsly, just go watch Die Hard 3

Even as I leave Hokkaido and Sapporo behind, I know that this is a place I want to return to and explore more deeply, which I find surprising, honestly. I’m not much pf a nature guy, but the small towns really get me going.

After twelve hours of train rides we get to Kyoto. A bit lost, we first try asking in Information about our ryokan, but no luck. We consider taking a bus, but it’s quite late already, so we just hop on a cab and hope for the best. The cab struts up to what shouldn’t, strictly speaking, qualify as a street at all, and pulls up right next to a small river. Here we are, a second storey inn next to the owners’ home. Six rooms all told, each eight tatami big, two futon, no furniture, shared bathroom. Jawsome. Atleast it has a small kitchen with a washer and dryer.

After settling in (ie. throwing all our shit on the floor) we head out for dinner. We bump into a roommate, a Swiss woman, just coming out of the shower. Hey, d’yknow any places to eat? Sure, so-and-so. We go, but last call already rung. We settle for a small yakitori joint on the main road, where we had to remove our shoes to sit on the raised table. By the looks of the staff, we must have been the first gweilos in there, ever.

After that, it’s sleeping on the ground. I wake up with allergies the next morning cause of the shitty mattresses. Thank Buddha my Sister packed some peelz for that.