Hello Ozzies!
Well, now is where the fun starts (at least for me!). From now on, I hope I will be able to post more often, at least a couple of lines (easier to write, easier to read).
Unlike Dorothy, my shoes are neither red, nor magical, so I had to take two planes to arrive to Narita airport (Tokyo's international airport). Which means something like 17 travelling hours (14 hours inside a plane, and 3 hours waiting at Fiumicino's airport in Rome). If we add the 7 hours of difference, that makes...yes, 24 hours! I feel so bad for having lost a whole day doing nothing, that I'm going to buy red All Stars and pretend they are Dorothy's shoes.
The rest of the day...well I've decided that today's post is going to be more "interactive". I'm going to put some photos, and I will be answering the posts I receive. There are so many things to talk about, I don't know how to put them all into words. Well yes, but I would take too much time...
IN ONE SENTENCE: TOKYO ROCKS!!
Have a nice day all!
Little old man, feeling really like home: Beer at the window, sandwich, newspaper, no shoes (of course, the shoes are properly put near the window). This was surprising, as I expected something much more strict in Tokyo's metro!
Firs essay to eat in a Japanese restaurant: Total success! The didn't know much English (we don't know no Japanese!), but we managed to get what we wanted. Only inconvenient: they tried to sit us in Japanese tables, kneeled...well, let's say that we didn't do well in our gym class...
Why would they leave those things in our rooms? So that we could make silly pictures like this one!
Yep, that is a roller coaster...just above one of Roppongi buildings. I don't know if I would get inside...
First night: Wall Street's at Roppongi. Yes, it's for tourists, and yes, it is not Japanese at all...but it's our first night, so what the heck! Anyway, apparently nobody goes out on Tuesdays. I wonder why...
1 a.m.: A young lady playing something (does someone know the name of that?) and singing., in order to get people inside a restaurant.
Part of the Spanish group (my family in Tokyo!). From left to right (always starting from the left!): Pedro, Jorge, Benjamín, Laura (well, half of her...), me, David, José and Manuel. The one taking the picture: Juanma.
Hmm...nice typical Japanese toilet! For those wo don't see it, the white thing on the lower right side of the picture is one of my shoes! Yep, that's the floor...
This is a gas station: Can someone tell me what's wrong with this picture?
8 comments:
Wow the futuristic gas station with odd gas pumps looks cool. Is there a message somewhere warning you "Watch your head!" to not get hitten by those artifacts?
That music instrument with three strings is called Shamisen or sangen.
And you didn't tell anything about the colombian's whores and the free Guiness! haha
As I said to you in other comment... DON'T PAY FOR SEX! Remember that. To invite for two or three shots of "thestrongestalcoholyouhave" is not to pay for sex, so you can invite to girls without problems hahaha
Hmm...Dunno, I have to check that thing of the gas warning sign...Anyway, if they put one, it's definitely going to be in japanese. The problem is that for them, this things are normal, so they won't see the point...It's gaijin like us who will appreciate the remark...
Now, that's a geeky friend! Thank you for sharing your knowledge about Japanese musical instruments!
Lol...I hope the beer guy and the "ladies" you totally disrespect never find out about this blog. Else, I'd better be in Kansas in the middle of nowhere! Mommy, daddy, you haven't read anything, this is a bug in your computer!
Inviting girls for a drink in this country is tremendously expensive! If I ever do that, I'll invite to absynth: 1000¥ per shot! (around 8 euros). I think I'm going to rely on my Spanish charm...
I didn't disrespect those whores! That's what they were! You told me ¬¬
Anyway, OMFG (I have to put that even if I never use it, I could say OMFS haha), １０００円, that's terrible expensive for just a shot of absynth. Then... use your Spanish charm (do you have that?) to get free shots from Japanese ladies. ぼくのちんちんをみたいですか always works.
Lol...I prefer terms like "night lady", or "late partner". I don't know about the girls I told, but the Japanese girl we found with the young American soldier looked pretty much like one...It was like going back to Vietnam times. Sellers here use a pretty aggressive campaign to sell their products: While we were going back to the hotel, a guy from a strip club tried to get us inside his club using typical sentences like: "we have the best girls in town". When we told him we were not interested in that kind of bar, he answered back: "Well, it's better than normal bars: at least you can spare yourself from all the nonsense talk!" So stylish...Anyway, You really want me dead!
So kind of you for giving sentences to tell to Japanese girls: I'm sure that if I say that, I'm getting into deep trouble! But since I'm here to try new experiences, I'll note your sentence, see what happens!
Seems you're lucky for not having a car in Tokyo, I'd like to see you at surviving that gas station, perhaps that's what your new pyjamas are for (better your charm than trying to get a free shot with those.
The metro must be quite smelly, is it the same in the rush hour?
Hi !
Just to say : Thank you for your message (on FB. Now, I'll try to follow your crazy experiences as soon as I can !
Hope everything's fine (seems so...)
Abrazos.
It is really nice in here. The only weird thing is the silence in the streets. Nobody speaking loud, no noises. And the metro is very cool. Of course, I still think Madrid's metro is the best, but I have to admit that here they know how to do things well. It is spotless! In some places, it is so clean that you could eat on the floor! And it is tremendously punctual. Never seen anything like it. Of course, during rush hour it can be quite stressful (I have never seen so many people together in one place and it's kind of claustrophobic). But I wouldn't say smelly. Japanese care a lot about their hygiene. Even if your packed up like inside a can, you would not notice the smell.
Ok, Let's assume that a normal japanese is more or less 1,70 tall...
So, please...how the hell they can pick up the gas pumps?
Anyway, you are one of the most charming people I've ever met. So, remember: If you triumph, you are a genius...if you fail, is a conflict of cultures.
But, remember this sentence: If the girl said his boyfriend knows karate, the chances are quite bigger than in Spain. Just for advice.
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