Thursday, August 7, 2008

Lost in Transration

Hey, here's some pictures of me in Japan, cause a bunch of you won't shut up with asking me about them!

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What sort of wizardry makes it so that their ocean water is blue?!

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Japan has like a million golf courses outside of Tokyo. I seriously flew over like 150 holes before I got to Narita.

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My first meal in Japan: Yakitori. Pictured up front are Quail Egg and Lotus Root. Both were delicious. I also ate a crapload of internal organs that I don't even remember.

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This is how yakitori gets done. Giant flames.

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BBQ'd pigs foot. Had the consistency of wet paper towel.

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I walked around the Shibuya area a bunch on my first night. Here's a picture. I found a great little bar that had pints of Guinness for $9.50. Ouch.

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Shibuya station is pretty busy fyi.

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I also walked around Shibuya the next morning. Here's some more pictures.

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A delicious Unagi meal.

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The British embassy. Technically I went to two countries on my trip!

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Japan has a lot of buildings. For real.

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The Palace. The prince and princess still live here though they're mostly figureheads.

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Palace gate.

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Turn around 180 from the last picture and this was the view.

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More Toyko.

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Electric City. Every store is food, manga or electronics.

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The main street in Harajuku. It definitely is a fashion Mecca of Tokyo but girls don't really dress like Gwen Stefani's posse does. I probably saw all of 8 girls in two days walking around Harajuku with the balls to dress that dumb.

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These were in my soup. Cthulhu is pissed that Japan is eating his kids.

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The view of Tokyo from the top of the hotel I stayed at. That's Tokyo Tower.

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Shibuya Station from a bird's eye view.

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A giant Pac Man outside an area with a bunch of arcades and love hotels. A love hotel is exactly what it sounds like. See, Japanese houses are small so a 16 year old kid can't bone his girlfriend without his parents hearing. So you go to a love hotel, put money into a machine and get a key. You don't even have to see a human being. Anonymous locales for fuckin. Rad.

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Think the NYC subway lines are confusing?

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Sunrise over Tokyo.








You're Never Too Far From Home
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Japanese 7-11s were awesome. They had a buttload of food to buy and it was the only place I could buy milk.

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Yep.