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I miss the Eon wit and the Dylan mannerisms in my life. Why the fuck couldn't I take you two as carry-on?
On the other hand, Japan kicks so much ass. You guys wouldn't believe how CLEAN it is over here. The only garbage cans are recycle bins and they're only next to vending machines. That's right, there are no random placements of waste-baskets anywhere. Hardcore anti-littering policy: guilt.
Ryokans kick ass. Sake is much, much better in Japan. Who would've guessed?
Japanese cheesecake is exactly the same as New York cheesecake. That makes me happy.
Touristy items are expensive. Rather, worthwhile ones. I have to find myself an actual katana dealer. I won't buy (rather, can by no means afford) a katana, but it'd be cool to hit up that sort of shop. In a real dealer, they also sell full samurai armor.
It was really weird seeing a statue of a samurai on a horse. It's an awakening experience: I'm in Japan!
I've played Risk twice since I was out here. The first time I underestimated my opponents and got pwned. The second time, I ate them alive with some fava beans. Yum. Going to play Risk more and introduce everyone to Catan.
Oh, and my Camp Adventure name is Mr. Risk. My kids think my real name is Brandon. That makes me laugh.
I took almost two hundred pictures at the Imperial Palace. I will never get tired of visiting shrines. I really want an iPod that actually works. Travelling a foreign country with Julie (especially when it's just me and her) is among the most sublime experiences I've ever experienced.
I don't know if I'll have money for some sort of gift for everyone, as Japan is expensive. About one and a half times more expensive. Suxxors.
Oh, and one last thing. Everything out here is just as advanced as you might think it would be.
On the other hand, Japan kicks so much ass. You guys wouldn't believe how CLEAN it is over here. The only garbage cans are recycle bins and they're only next to vending machines. That's right, there are no random placements of waste-baskets anywhere. Hardcore anti-littering policy: guilt.
Ryokans kick ass. Sake is much, much better in Japan. Who would've guessed?
Japanese cheesecake is exactly the same as New York cheesecake. That makes me happy.
Touristy items are expensive. Rather, worthwhile ones. I have to find myself an actual katana dealer. I won't buy (rather, can by no means afford) a katana, but it'd be cool to hit up that sort of shop. In a real dealer, they also sell full samurai armor.
It was really weird seeing a statue of a samurai on a horse. It's an awakening experience: I'm in Japan!
I've played Risk twice since I was out here. The first time I underestimated my opponents and got pwned. The second time, I ate them alive with some fava beans. Yum. Going to play Risk more and introduce everyone to Catan.
Oh, and my Camp Adventure name is Mr. Risk. My kids think my real name is Brandon. That makes me laugh.
I took almost two hundred pictures at the Imperial Palace. I will never get tired of visiting shrines. I really want an iPod that actually works. Travelling a foreign country with Julie (especially when it's just me and her) is among the most sublime experiences I've ever experienced.
I don't know if I'll have money for some sort of gift for everyone, as Japan is expensive. About one and a half times more expensive. Suxxors.
Oh, and one last thing. Everything out here is just as advanced as you might think it would be.