Well, I kicked something else in the nuts. A huge ceramic raccoon up in the foothills of Mt. Fuji, famed for its role in a mythical story dating back to ancient times. I snuck up behind it, and as the falling snow temporarily blinded it, I jumped forward and launched my thunderbolt of a foot toward its jewels. In this photo, you can see how caught by surprise it was when I marked a third ball-busting victory on my tour of Asia. This one was for you, Tina Chang.
Yes, it was snowing today, which made the otherwise surprisingly miserable tours of Mt. Fuji and Hakone Hot Springs memorable ones. For the former, the weather got so bad they closed off a majority of the mountain, and for the latter, it smelled so bad I kept asking Ray, "Are you suuurre you didn't fart??" My brother's pretty crude. It's probably why Jason reminds me so much of him. In any case, the snow was a nice touch to the trip. Without it, I can say this was the worst tour I've ever experienced. Sugoi.
Here are the freakin' hot springs. For those who don't know, with hot springs come sulfur seeping out of the earth. And for those who don't know what to know, sulfur stinks like North Florida Times One Hundred. It was so GD awful, and with the freezing cold and the gusting winds blowing rotten egg fart stenches toward my already overly sensitive nose, I nearly threw up every breakfast and every lunch and ever dinner I've had so far in Tokyo. It was so bad I kicked that raccoon in the nuts.
Ah, but there is a highlight to the past couple of days. Food. Big freakin' surprise, Stephen. We found a cheap and cool gyoza (dumpling) joint tucked away in the armpit of Harajuku, a district that has quickly become my favorite one across the entire city. With a huge thoroughfare of mid to upscale shopping and alleys filled with Haight Ashbury type stores, Harajuku is what I would be if I was a neighborhood: great food, plenty of things to explore, a blend of old and new, and frequented by cute girls.
Har, har. Oh so we got to ride the mega-fast train from the Mt. Fuji area to Tokyo today. Take a look at this photo. See the light grey streak in the midle, right above the blue line? Those are the windows, which are about a couple inches apart from each other. This bullet train, called the Shinkansen, made my dorky ass brother say, "Gee whiz, bro, this makes me feel like I'm in Star Trek!" I'm not kidding. He actually said that. But I know, I know...a couple of months ago I said something about psychokinesis. Urusei! (shut up!)K, here are some photos.
"See, we're born with killer instinct, that you can't just turn off and on like some radio!"
-Rocky Balboa, from Rocky IV, the best Rocky ever.
1 comment:
i'm way flattered that you dedicated a ball-kicking to me. that's sweet. you really DO care!
on a side note, i can't believe you like co-re-a more than nippon.
traitor.
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