So I've got these bites on me from Osaka still. HUGE bites, with bruises around them. I hate Osaka.
Kyushu, though, was grand. I could definitely live there...want to live there...will live there. At Canal City, there was a nice fellow who gave my tattoo a thumbs up, then pointed at his own. In Hakata as we were going home from...something, maybe Canal City, a nice biking lady stopped and asked us if we needed help because we were obviously lost. Nice people, nobody freaking out over tattoos or gaijin or anything.
Relaxed. Groovy. Kyushu.
There are many pictures to be posted when I get back, including this kid on the train from Yufuin to Beppu who used his tea to apply a Biore nose strip on the train. I got a really nice photo of him...so cute. I hope he was going to meet a girlfriend or something, and that she wasn't a hillbilly...cuz there are some serious hillbillies wandering around
Beppu. Leigh has photos and will probably tell it better than me, so
I'll leave that for her to tell, but...yeah. Don't touch the 100 degree
water means don't touch the 100 degree water, kids. And please don't be
surprised when you touch it and gasp it's hot!!!
Next will be on to Takayama to see Leigh's friends, then on to Tokyo for Hit Parade, Second Service, and other things.
I'm not looking forward to the pile of work that will be on my desk when I get back to work. Not looking forward to it at all.
I am happy, though, that I'm missing the massive HP glut, both for book and film. I got the book rundown and it sounded lame. All my favorite people die. Once all my favorite people die, I lose interest in things. Yes, I'm talking to you, Full Metal Alchemist.
It's time for me to put out more laundry and walk down to the Post Office to get some cash, methinks, or at least go to the 7-11 or Wants and get some beverages.
If you never hear from me again, I took the shink to Kyushu and am hiding with the Hakata Hippies.