A Moustache in Japan

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.

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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.