A Moustache in Japan

I had Pepsi White yesterday, the new Yogurt Pepsi drink. It didn’t really taste like yogurt, but, like practically every drink here, tasted like a liquid version of some solid food I am used to.  It was pretty good, but I cannot yet place it.  I will drink more to let you know what it turns out to be.  I wonder if this is coming out in America, too?

Hello from Japan.  My moustache and I are thriving (mostly my moustache is), but let us try to picture drop in place of talking about what we did.

Drink of the Day

 So this is Olmeca brand tequila, which I actually have not drank, but I think it is awesome that Legends of the Hidden Temple’s Olmec is on the bottle.  I guess that is about it.

Today is our day off because it is the Fall Equinox.  Any country with the Fall Equinox as a national holiday is okay by me.  They also had last week a day off for “Old People Appreciation Day,” so basically, if you want to never have school, come to Japan.

My current status is my roommate is trying to explain to a Japanese person what a “Your Mom” joke is.  It seems quite hard, and I think he has approached the “accidentally offensive” territory.  I try not to enter these kind of situations and tend to stay in the “Pokemon” territory.

I think I might just dump a bunch of photos here instead of explaining much else.  Eventually I might even have something to say but I hold the belief that a picture is worth 16 bucks.  

Okay well these are just some flowers.  I hope they are pretty.  In addition, this is an actual Japanese pick-up truck.  They are really this size.  Goodbye.

Hello.  I am trying to sum things up from the past, because my internet is nearly nonexistent, and I am in the future.  That is okay.  I am now back in the dorm/residence hall, which I will put pictures up later.  For now, time for some photographs.

Signage

While most of you deducted the previous sign meant “No Passing,” this one is a challenge for the ages.  Underneath our friend 50, we have “No Blue,” which usually I can agree with; I just don’t understand why it is illegal.

Since I still have room by the picture, I should mention that everyone is freaking out about the homework, but this is so much easier than Carleton - we have 3 times as much class time to learn the same amount of information.  I should be safe, then.

Moustache Update:

In the span of a few days, with no provocation from my own, my nickname has become “Mustache.”  There are different forms, such as “Mustachio,” or just “Stachio,” but my plan has triumphed - with each mention of my moustache, it grows more and more powerful.

Two girls here are 20 and engaged.  It is kind of weird.  Anyway, time for more pictures.

Drink of the Day

Sorry, this is sideways and I am too lazy to change it.

Gatorade 3: Triple Charge.  It tastes nothing like Gatorade.  It is basically lemon juice with some carbonation.  Not what I was expecting at all.

4/8 Moustaches.

Engrish!

I will leave you today with more pictures of where I live.

This is the post where I will dump any remaining pictures I have in my desktop folder and talk about anything I can remember.

First of all, this picture is a sewer cover in Osaka.  Self-explanatory, maybe?

Today, our Japanese class spent a good hour practicing our “Japanese skills” with some random middle-aged folks.  I had an interesting conversation with one man in particular, who was practicing his English as well, and he had written this down to present to us.  He are excerpts.

“I retired early, about three years ago.  But, since I retired early, I don’t get benefits, so I don’t really have that much money.  Because of this, I do not eat breakfast.  I am very hungry. [...] My son is a musician and songwriter, and he wants to be famous.  I don’t think he’s very good, though. [...] I play tennis almost every day.  I don’t play Monday or Saturday.  Monday is my holiday.  [Insert huge belly laugh here.] After tennis, I work out and eat lunch.  With beer!”

He was a lively dude.

Drink of the Day!

I know it has been a while since I did these, but the truth is, a few weeks ago I found the perfect drink.  However, it belongs in another post that I have yet to get to.  But, this drink is very old as well.  It is called “Qoo,” and pronounced “Coo.”  It is basically apple juice (there is an “orange” variety too) but it becomes instantly more delicious because of the adorable otter-like creature drinking its own liquid.

6/8

This is the crew I met in Osaka when I went to see Radiohead.  They were from all over - Belgium, Korea, Australia, The Philippines, France, Norway, Japan even.  We all met in a bar and went together, and crazily, the first person I asked if he was going to Radiohead was, in fact, not aware of anyone meeting in that bar.  He just happened to be in the perfect place at the perfect time.  Oh, also there was a guy from Greece who quit his job a year ago and has just been traveling.  I have no idea where he gets the money, but unrelatedly I think I lost a few hundred dollars that night.

This is a store I saw in Hiroshima.  I am kinda speechless.  The concept of the alphabet having its own alphabet confuses me too greatly.  Notice one is clearly dominant with its cursive and upper-caseness.

This is all for Odds + Ends (Volume I) but I will probably be back with exciting pictures and details of this place across the ocean.

I’m going to start over.  As much as I love Engrish, etc., I want to re-acquaint you guys with what is going on.

Hello!  This is Austin and his Moustache in Japan!  Let me tell you about my trip.

The plane was ride was a ridiculous infinite-hour flight.  We left at about 3:30pm and arrived at almost 6pm Japan-time, but those (13? 14?) hours were impossible to determine on account of my computer battery dying, and the Japanese plane tricks.

Japanese Plane Trick 1: Turn of all the lights and pretend it is nighttime at 8pm.  We were following the sun, so we basically stayed in the afternoon the whole trip, and yet the fed us breakfast nearing the end of our trip.  A 5pm breakfast really throws you off when you land and it is completely dark.

[Editor's Note: Here Austin was going to talk about the second Japanese Plane Trick, but then promptly forgot.  It involved trying to acclimate the Americans to Japanese culture with bonding-oriented in-flight movies, such as Speed Racer, Kung Fu Panda, and What Happens in Vegas, but somewhere along the way, something became misguided.]

Speaking of dark, it gets dark here really early and really thick.  In my city, there are hardly any streetlights, so after sunset, you better know where you are.

My city!  Let me post a picture of its rurality.

It is pretty great because no one here speaks English, which I think I said before, and my host family (which I am not going to get until October) is apparently rice farmers who don’t want me to like, step on their crops or whatever.  Their ceiling might be too short for my heigh on account of their traditional Japanese-style housing, so I am really in for an adventure when I get there.

I’d like to interrupt for some Lounge Music of the Moment: Tale As Old As Time, from Beauty and the Beast.  In this hotel, there is always great instrumental lounge music.  Earlier, they played John Lennon’s Imagine, and it is all familiar things.  It just changed to the Cheers theme song.

Anyway, my city is called Hikone, and it is a small city outside of Kyoto (maybe an hour away by train).  We arrived in the Osaka airport, and drove into a truck stop for some food.  That was our first experience of Vending Machine Madness.  A co-foreigner got a hot dog and fries from a vending machine.

So our building is called JCMU, or Japan Center for Michigan Universities (Shh, Carleton, I snuck in.), and this is what it looks like.  I don’t live in it, since I live in the hotel, but I will be moving into the residence halls this weekend, so maybe I take pictures then.  We are taking two classes, and one of mine is an online class.  I just don’t know the website or anything, yet.  I should find that out.

So, I am chilling here, and I think this is a good restart.  I would leave you guys with some good Engrish, but I haven’t uploaded new camera photos yet.

Peace.

Why hello.  We are in Japan, thank you for asking.  Here’s what has happened so far:

• It is 4 A.M. because my sleep schedule is messed up, and I am waiting in my hotel for sunrise to take pictures.  Sunrise happens here at like 5 A.M. which is a lot different than in the States.  I went to bed at 10 P.M. since the sunset happens so soon too, and it felt like it was 4 hours later than it was.
• The reason I am in a hotel and not a dorm is because there was not enough room in the dorm, apparently, so I am kind of close and living it up in the Prince Hotel, which sounds fancier than it is.  Here it is, in all its glory:

  

  Everything is lower and smaller.  Also, what worried me was the:

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• I couldn’t really handle the reasons for this, so I opted for clogging the toilets.

• No one at this hotel, or anywhere in this city, knows English, so this is really just… pushing the limits of what I know (which is essentially nothing).  I might be living with a family by the end of the week.

So, that is the boring stuff. On to the fun things!
Engrish!

The very first sign I see in the airport I had to quickly snap a picture of as to not get caught.

(What did the temperature measurement do that was so terrible?)

Signage

Japan has a lot of laws and things to say that we just cannot possibly know until we are here.  Here is one such traffic example:

I thought at first this meant something about swerving, but the road is completely straight all around this sign, and there are no little arrows to be seen to avoid.

Drink of the Day

So I figured that I would try to drink as many different drinks as possible.  I think I will include them in a Drink of the Day post.  I hope that is okay.

Our first drink:

Boss Coffee.  If you look closely, you’ll notice Rainbow Mountain is the specific blend.  I decided to give it a shot.
It tastes like cream and sugar have been added already, and is pretty sweet.  It truly brought out the Boss in me.  I will have to award this drink

7/8 moustaches, if you like sweet coffee.

Well, I think that’s it for these few days.  I will more pictures of the city itself, but I am more interested in the zany for now.  The sunrise should happen in 15 minutes or so; see you guys later.

I am currently in a Starbucks in Hiroshima waiting for the Night Bus (different than Harry Potter’s) to take me back to my humble city of Hikone.  I have time to finally write so I am mooching internet and here we go.

First of all, it seems every city I go to has a new form of main transportation - Osaka uses the subway, Kyoto uses buses, and Hikone uses bikes.  Hiroshima uses mainly trams.  I am having trouble thinking of the next big city’s favored vehicle, and I can only come up with rickshaws.  But then I forgot that happened to be Miyajima’s.

They also used ropeways.

Miyajima also has a whole bunch of deer just runnin’ around.  I tried to lure them with my mango ice cream, but to no avail.

Also, Mijajima has that famous torii (I forget the English word for “torii” and also frequently for “11th Month” (November, right?)) that you have probably seen everywhere without realizing it has been conquered by my moustache.

That’s about it for Miyajima.  Hiroshima pictures are yet to be uploaded.  I will leave you with the most evil horse in Japan.  I have dubbed him the “Neigh-Slayer.”

So I had to basically do a Japanese scavenger hunt today.  It maybe improved my Japanese?  I don’t have pictures but here’s the story.  Wait, actually, I do have pictures, but they are unrelated.

So I as I am going to Tokyo this week, I thought I would buy a ticket to the famous Studio Ghibli museum, home to all worthwhile anime.  However, while riding home, I apparently lost my ticket (my moustache was in an angry mood and used its telekinesis is my guess) and didn’t realize ’til very late.  I decided to look for it tomorrow (today).

So in the morning, I found a dirtied old ticket that looked like a dirtier version of mine, except what little Japanese I could read didn’t really say “Admit One” so I went to the store I had bought it at and double-checked.  Apparently, I had lost half of what I was supposed to have, and the half I had was the half that didn’t matter.  But, luckily, one of the clerks said “Oh you dropped it by the elevator building, right?” and I had, so she told me something about the police, which sounded to me like the police found it and have it.  I was overjoyed so I ventured to the police station.

Well, they don’t speak English in the police station, so whenever the police I was talking to got lost, he whipped out a dry-erase board and started drawing pictures or letting me write it in English (usually Japanese students learn how to read but not speak or understand.) It turned out they did not have the ticket, but apparently someone had found it and come in to Lawson’s, and then proceeded to say they were going to hand it over to the police later.  Well, I am leaving in two days, and who knows what “later” means in Japanese, so I just bought another ticket.  But I can officially say I have been inside a police station now, which wasn’t really a goal but I can pretend.

I was in a ninja tournament a long long time ago, and have decided to talk about it.  I did not place, but it was immensely fun, and I got katana-shaped letter openers as a consolation prize.  My ninja name was “Kuchi-hige,” the Japanese word for moustache.

These are my ninja garments.  As you can see, they are tailored such that there is a giant tear in the side where my boxers stick out.  This is supposed to happen.

This, not so much.  I kind of tore my pants crawling up a wall but I didn’t lose hope. Basically there were five events; obstacle course (pants broke, got new pants), jump contest (didn’t make the inital jump), the shuriken toss (I did surprisingly well at this), the running-across-water (I fell and got dirty), and finally, the Water Spider (I ripped my pants again, got dirtier, and ended up looking like the picture below.  It was a great time.

I wish I could format these posts better.

Drink of the Day! Special Edition

We have finally reached the most important part of the day, the best drink.  Here it is, in all it’s glory: Match Match.

Technically it’s just called “Match” but the bottle says otherwise, plus it just flows better as double.  This drink has all sorts of ions and things (as advertised on the wrapper) that don’t really mean anything to mean except a false pretense unto which purchase mass quantities.

Let me tell you what Match Match tastes like: Liquid Smarties.  That is all.  Gone are the negative chalky qualities, and all that is left is pure delicious ecstacy.  Sadly, it is not that easy to find (naturally, it must be the most popular thing), but if I could, I would drink it solely.

8/8

Other Drinks!

There are two more drinks I wish to discuss.

Bikkle is not only a scary name but a scary color so I was very hesitant, but as I made it a goal to drink something new at every opportunity, I allowed myself to try it.

I liked it!  It tastes like Orange Creamsicle in a can, but the color is still too weird for it to be perfect.

7/8

Dekavita C boasts of health but again, is sketchy with its ridges and brownness.  Because my internet refuses to post this, I have had to type Dekavita C’s information three times.  Therefore, it no longer gets any explanation and a point lower.

6/8

Moustache you later.

Well, goodbye.  I am back in America and speaking in English is weird.  There are also fewer mountains here.

I will probably keep this travel log here, but all hidden-like in that I will no longer link to it.  I will present you with my final form, taken at a party the day before I left.