Monday, January 19, 2009

Lost in Translation

I am currently in my hotel in Kyoto, Japan recovering from a long day of bike riding and stair climbing and while Hitomi is relaxing at the hotel's public bath I decided to post a summary of my first few days in the greater Tokyo area.


Upon arriving in Japan we quickly made our way to the extensive and seemingly efficient train system. I soon realized, although forewarned, that almost everything in Japan is available in vending machines. The train system, as well as the city streets, are littered with them. Pop, coffee, tea, soup, various snacks, and less commonly beer is always available at the push of a button. One hour and two connections later we met her sister at Meguro station. Her sister graciously let us stay at her apartment in Tokyo while she visited her parents in neighbouring Saitama.


Her bachelor apartment was much larger than I expected. Upon entering I quickly explored the space for unique Japanese features. Of course the toilet was of interest. Located in a small room with only a sink it did not disappoint. Seat warmer, temperature and pressure adjustable bum washer and two flush settings, with a easily accessible wall mounted remote.



The toilet of the future, today!


Everything else was essentially the same as I would find back in North America. The apartment did lack an oven, which is common. My favourite feature was the wet room. Separate from the toilet and sink,washing takes place in its own room; a simple room with a shorter, deeper, tub, detachable shower head but where everything can get wet... no curtains, no floor mats, just watery goodness.



Hose it down, it's good as new.


We explored the local area a little but went to bed early.


The next day we headed out to the Ueno zoo and Electric city. On the way we stopped at a bee bowl restaurant where the server was a vending machine at the front. Places like these serve as a quick, efficient means for the Japanese "salaryman" to get midday sustenance. The zoo needs no explanation. Electric city, on the other hand, is where young Otaku (computer nerds that read comics) hang out. It was full of small shops selling any electronic device you could want, interspersed with shops selling comic related goods and scantily clad female action figurines. On some corners were women dressed in french maid outfits advertising different local maid restaurants... the cleaning worlds answer to hooters I suppose. We grabbed some ramen and headed off to meet some of Hitomi's friends, Minako and Yuri, at a mall mimicking the mall in Caesar's Palace, in Odaiba.



Shrine in Ueno



The only pandas left. Poor Ling Ling



Rawr!



Electric City



Minako & Yuri


The next day we visited the Yasukuni Shine in Chiyodaku, attempted to visit the Emperor's palace (closed on Mondays), and saw Chinatown in Yokohama. Even though Vancouver is supposed to have one of the largest China towns, it always seems whenever I visit one in another city, they are far more vibrant. We met Hitomi's friends Yukiko and Kumiko in Ebisu for Korean BBQ. Again, Vancouver's version doesn't really compare.



Yasakuni Shrine



I wanted to ninja my way across the water into the palace grounds but Hitomi wussed out



Chinese Temple



Yukiko and Kumiko. I could just mumble a syllable and end it in -ko for 90% of Hitomi's friends.


The last day was spent seeing the Majijingu Shrine in Harajuku, window shopping around Omotesando Hills and grabbing drinking in Shibuya. While I spotted a few Harajuku girls, the Harajuku white guys were far more interesting.



In search of women, men know no bounds.


Well that's all for now. I have a couple more days here in Kyoto and then I head off to the island of Okinawa in the south. You can see a few more photos from Tokyo at my photobucket account. Sayonara!

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Rio de Janeiro

I am in Rio now. Well it's been quite a while since my last post. Mainly because I haven't been doing too many touristic activities. Also, over the last two days I have been having troubles uploading my pictures. I do not have anything exciting to report but I will post some pictures I have taken here over the last week. Rio is a beautiful city.

Fran (Francesco Barillaro)and Nany, have been kind enough to let me crash at their place while I am here. He lives in a burrow of Rio called Santa Teresa. It's quite a beautiful area, full of artists, quaint restaurants, pubs, and many old homes, many of which have been converted into apartments.


Fran's the man



A room with a view


I suppose the only thing I can really do is explain how I have spent the last week here. Let's see...

Saturday, the 22nd: Fran plays soccer on Saturday so Nany and Carol took Mike and I to a local surfers beach, Grumari. We met up with Fran for lunch and that night we went to a bar called Melt.


First Beach we went to... wait, there's no beach.



I think my white skin scared the people away.


Sunday, the 23rd: Did someone say beach? This time it was Ipanema. Nany was baby sitting Maria, which for some reason I have no pictures of her. However, I was the only one besides Nany which she allowed to carry her. Fran tried and made her cry! I also bought my first pair of Havianas.


Right near da beach... boeeeeey!


Monday, 24th: Corcovado and the Christ statue. Instead of paying R$15 each we decided to walk up.


View from Corcovado



Camera stand off


Tuesday, 25th: Hey don't they have beaches in Rio... maybe I should check one out while I am here. It's amazing that I can go to the beach for three entire days and come out just as white as I started. After the beach, Fran took us to a Brazilian BBQ. It's an all-you-can-eat for R$20 which includes salad, sushi, deli meats... oh and people come around with platters of piping hot meat and cut a portion off for you at the table.


Beach Feet


Wednesday, 26th: No Beach?!?! Instead Mike and I ventured off to a local park, Parque do Largo. A very beautiful park complete with old mansion, castle turret, caves, aquarium and waterfalls.


Humid



Turret


Thursday, 27th: In an attempt to know Rio better I decide to follow the LP Guide's walking tour of downtown. However, not wanting to take the entire book with me I wrote down the important street names and sites. We did not find half of them.


A Cathedral?!?



Teh Libary!1!


Friday, 28th: Did almost nothing during the day. At night I went to the burrow of Lapa. There you drink on the street, buying beer off vendors while you hop from bar to bar. Good times.

Saturday, 29th: Apparently, I could not be woken up so everyone headed off to watch Fran play soccer and left me behind. sniffle. Did nothing because I did not feel like site seeing in the rain.

Today I am taking a tour of Santa Teresa. Will probably post that either tonight or tomorrow. Should be some nice pictures.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Iguaçu Falls

So leaving Buenos Aires I headed for the Puerto Iguazu and the boarder. Within 30 minutes of being in P. Iquazu I had my Brazilian Visa. That's right... It only took them 15 minutes to process my visa application and I was on my way. Instead of spending a night in Argentina I jumped on a bus for Brazil. First stop, Foz do Iguaçu. Iguazu, or Igauçu, depending on which side of the border you are on, is a large group of waterfalls that straddle the Argentina-Brazil border. However, before I could see the falls I had to meet up with Mike, who was flying in from Rio the following day.


Together Again


The day after, Mike and I headed to the Brazilian side of the falls. They are supposed to be the less impressive side so we decided to do them first. Also, we went out drinking the night before so getting up early and heading to Argentina wasn't likely. There we were warned of the rabid raccoons that stalked the area. Raccoons in South America? My ass! They were some brown coati looking things, not raccoons by far. The Brazilian side of the falls only took about 2 hours to explore, not too impressive.


Our racoons can kick your racoons' asses!!



Mike and Stephanie... at least I think it was Stephanie



Mike loves Rainbows!


The following day, today, we managed to get ourselves on a tour to the Argentinean side. This side is supposed to be far more impressive because the majority of the falls lay on this side. In Brazil you can only see the largest fall, the Devil's Throat. Yup, probably the third Devil's Throat I have seen in South America. Apparently he gets around. The tour took all day, however, do to the fact that it was the dry season, many of the minor falls were either mere trickles or dried out all together. However, the view of the Devil's Throat was far superior. I actually took a movie of the falls, much more impressive than the pictures, but have no idea how to host it on Blogger, so no movie for you.


The Splendor



Devil's Throat



I finally have someone to take pictures of!



Downstream



Always celebrate a successful tour with a drink.


Besides all the natural beauty of the falls, there were also some amusing signs... at least I think they are amusing... THEY ARE AMUSING.


Do not feed the animals hamburgers!



The railings are NOT for limbo.



Do not teleport into falling rocks.



Please do not hump the railings.



Absolutely no dancing in the park.



That means on the stairs too.


Well now I am off the Rio to visit Mike's brother... my last stop on this trip.
Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Friday, July 14, 2006

A Night In Buenos Aires

Well, it's just past 4 o'clock here in the afternoon and I have yet to go to sleep from last night. It all started by making plans to go out with a couple of locals whom I met a week previous. So Erika, Rosi and I met for pizza at the typical hour of 11:00PM. We had plans to go to the NiceTo Discotheque where we had met the week before, however, it was far too early to go the club. No one shows up before 2:00AM. So instead we head to a bar, around 12:30AM where for the first time on my travels I ordered a Manhattan and they didn't screw it up.

After thoroughly enjoying my drink we paid the bill and headed to the club at an unusually early hour, 1:30AM. NiceTo, which also has the second name Club 69 for reasons beyond me, is apparently the only good place on Thursday nights. It consists of two bars, which for reason I believe only exists to annoy people, you have to pay for your drinks in a different place than you get them. Not an extremely large club it is almost all dance floor, with a upper level that is for VIPs. There is also a stage where shows are preformed. Last night on stage there was a couple sessions from what appeared to be a B-Boy dance troupe. These sessions were broken up by what i can only describe as an all male burlesqueesque KISS airband. Again, no idea. The night at the club was a typical night; drinking, dancing, and laughing at the really, really drunk guy who can barely stand up.

However, before I reached the club I was supposed to go to a bank machine as my funds were running low. So when I reached my last two pesos I was feeling kinda bummed. However, my friends decided to treat me to a few drinks, thanks. By the end of the night Rosi managed to wave down a one of the VIPs to dance with her. At the closing of the club, 7:00AM, the four of us decided to go for coffee. Leaving the club I instinctively went to hail a cab. However, VIP stopped me stating that he drove to the club, pointing in the direction of his automobile. As I turned to look I saw he was pointing a quite a nice and relatively new Audi... this man had money.

edit: I forgot to mention at one point of the night a straw managed to jump into my eye, or the other way around I'm not sure. Anyhow, I think I scratched my cornea because everytime I blink it feels like something is in my eye. However, since my vision wasn't impaired I'm sure it'll heal itself.

We went for coffee and those disgusting ham and cheese thin bread sandwiches with no crusts thingys everyone eats here. After about an hour VIP asks if we want to take his boat out for a spin. ¡OF COURSE WE DID! We all piled back into the Audi and headed for his boat. After about 45 minutes of driving we arrived at the marina. The boat was forklifted out of the pleasure craft storage hanger and we all got in. The plan was to go his families house out on some island but we didn't have enough gas. So instead we did a little tour of the proximate area and then VIP decided it was time for a nap in the middle of the river. Not much of a problem but the time is now around 11:00AM and Erika has to work tonight at 9:00PM. After the three of us made enough subtle noises to wake him up, we headed back to the marina. After this it was decided that we were going to his house, decided by the driver, Mr. VIP of course. I had the idea that I wasn't getting to bed anytime soon.

edit: I forgot to mention that the boat stalled every 10 minutes and required about 5 minutes to get it started again.

We arrived at his house, quite outside the main area of Buenos Aires, and he decided to take another nap. For some reason, at some point, I decided to take a look in my wallet. ¡CRAP! ¿Where the hell is my bank card?. After some serious thinking, well not too serious, I have been up for over 24 hours at this point, I deduced that I must have, in typical Keith fashion, left it in the last bank machine I used. Well, here's the current situation. Keith has 2 pesos in his pocket, has no bank card, has a paid for a bus ticket to the Brazilian border for Sunday night, and the only possible place it may be is at a bank that closes for the weekend in two hours. We explain the situation to VIP and he agrees that it is time to leave. We pile back in the Audi and head off...

To a restaurant about 5 minutes away. He jumps out and goes inside to order food. I now have only 1 hour and 15 minutes before I am royally screwed. Oh have I forgot to mention that everyone, but me of course, speaks Spanish. So Erika attempts to tell me she will lend me 200 pesos, and that I should take a taxi back into town. ¿The money? I can pay here back tomorrow. ¡Thanks Erkia! So after some consideration, cause at this point I thought it was a lost cause, I accept the money and hail a cab.

I ask the taxi driver to take me to my hostel so I can pick up ID that I will probably need to claim my card. He tells me the ride will cost me 60 pesos and take around half an hour, mas o menus. On the way he decided to ask for directions from a toll-booth attendant. Half an hour later, only 30 minutes left, we reach the edge of downtown Buenos Aires. I now have no time to go to the hostel and still make it to the bank. I tell the taxi driver the new address, to which he promptly rolls down his window and asks the neighboring car how to get there. CRAP again. Mid-day traffic, 30 minutes left, and a taxi driver who doesn't know how to get to a address about 20 minutes away involving a lot of turns, due to the 1-way street system here.

I decide the subway would be faster than this baffoon and redirect him once again to the closest Subte station. I jump up out of the cab a block away and run to the station, buy my ticket and head for the station next to the bank. With 10 minutes left I reach the bank. After talking to three people and using a torn photocopy of my passport as ID I got back my bank card. ¡OLE! I left the bank around 3:15PM and made my way back to the hostel.

And here I am... probably one of the more interesting nights I have had down here. There was drinking, dancing, new characters, expensive cars, coffee, high speed boating, narcolepsy, adventure, long distance cab rides, subway chases, and don't forget the ever present language barrier.

Well, that's my story. Apparently it's one of the English chaps in the hostel's birthday today. I gotta get some sleep... sounds like it may be a long night.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Life and Death

So I have attempted to do some sight seeing in Buenos Aires. The main problem is knowing where to go. The LP guide, aka the book of lies, recommends various burrows of Buenos Aires to visit, but when I get there I have no idea where to go or what to see. So far I have managed to go to the Zoo, the botanical gardens, and the Recoletta Cemetery.

The first stop was the zoo. Why the zoo? Because I didn't know where else to go... the Eva Peron museum does not interest me in the least. The zoo was actually quite nice, and it was so far the only green space in Argentina that wasn't filled with people making out. Something to do with everyone lives with their parents so they go to parks to make out. Anyhow, back to the zoo, pronounced sue in Argentina. They had lions, and tigers and bears, OH MY!. sorry. All the cages seemed quite small but I guess that is the case for most zoos. One cool thing was you could feed all the herbivores. But describing a zoo is a little pointless, so here are some pictures.


Wannabe Beavers



Glub Glub



Hip-hop-anonymous?



My Fellow Canadians


On another day I made my was to the Recoletta Cemetery. This is where are the rich Argentinean families are buried. This is also the resting place of Eva Peron, however, here tomb is nothing really interesting so I have no pictures of that. And yes Sarah, there were some flowers there. Over all, the cemetery is quite impressive. Many of the tombs span multiple generation, some have fallen into disrepair, and others are still kept immaculate. All the entrances lead to underground burial areas. Everything above ground is just for show.


The Witch-king of Angmar



Reflecting on death



Ever watchful



He was a humble man...



The taller your tombstone, the less distance to heaven.


Last but not least I visited the Botanical Gardens. The the former places, the gardens were easily identifiable on my tourist map... as well as close to a subway station. Not much to say about them, there was various forms of plants and stuff. Oh yeah, and there were cats... lots of cats.


Lady of the Lake



Did I mention the cats?



Plants of the non-stone-throwing variety.


Well that's it. Big City, not much to take pictures of. Still haven't rented that bike yet. I was going to tomorrow, but I have to go back to the Brazilian Consulate because they wanted proof that I was even going to Brazil. Apparently the fact that my flight home departs from Brazil isn't good enough. They need my bus ticket to Brazil. See everyone in 3 weeks!