No Maps for These Territories

For the full album go here.  Day 4 involves another Hanami outing, this time out in the boonies in Tachikawa, with Yuzo’s brother in law and his friends.  It was awesome to actually get to hang out with people who live in Japan and hear what it’s like, and experience hanami the way it’s supposed to be.  A bunch of drunk people under a cherry blossom tree.  But we started off the day with oden in our neighborhood…

Nom.

Cute oden place about a block from Minami-Senju

Heading back to the station to ride an hour into the wilderness.  And by wilderness I mean endless concrete jungle.

Grocery store along the way.

Animal hospital with big bay windows so you can watch them fixing pets?

Here we are at the festival!  The park out in Tachikawa is huge and spacious, full of fountains and trees and paths.  It took like 20 minutes to walk the length of it from the station.

Look at those cherry blossoms!

We finally reach our spot, and the tarp is already out and ready to go.

All this grub is home made, and fantastic.

All around us are falling petals in the wind.  Hard to capture on film how gorgeous it is.

Damn right a cup of happiness.  Thanks, one cup!

Range is very big.  And this girl is very small.

Chin ups on his big monkey arm!

Ah, racism in Japan.  Blackface is cute!

Is this not the world’s smallest beer?  I bought it and…

Gave it to Range.

Who proceeded to destroy the world.

Good times.

That is a girl drinking Asahi through a “duck mouth” made of Pringles.

Range gets a head band.

Hanging out in the train station.

Dude taking a nap on the train.  A serious nap.

Time for shabu shabu!  If you don’t know, that’s paper thin slices of meat, which you then boil in pots of flavored water.

Very cool shabu shabu pot.

Range likes the pork.

So does Yuzo.

Kevin goes into a happy coma from all the meat.

This is the rest of our crew.  Yuzo’s brother in law TJ and all his friends.

Aussie attack!

And we cap off the evening with a picture of the usual sign insanity.  Mini mini says goodnight to you all!

Full gallery of pics is here.  Today we check out our office for working remotely, and then head off to the famous Hanami (cherry blossom) festival in Ueno for utter chaos!

Hot and spicy noodles down the street from our hostel.  They’re so good, we all ordered them this time.

Kevin and Range chow down on noooodles.

You won’t believe this.  A fishing park in the middle of the city.  They stock it with fish, and you pay to sit and fish in the middle of metropolitan Tokyo.  I’m not sure if you actually get to take home what you catch, or if you have to just toss it back.

I LOVE these machines.  You insert your money, pick your meal, and give the ticket to the people inside.  I believe this comes from the buddhist concept of handling money being “unclean”.  No one inside ever has to touch cash.  And there’s no tipping in Japan, which is wonderful.

Closeup of the front of the happy food machine.

For some reason Japan is obsessed with Krispy Kreme.  Every single franchise has a line like this in the front.  This is the Shinjuku Krispy Kreme.

Our home away from home.  Here’s where we’ll be working.

They even have a game room with a bamboo floor!  Of course, I’ve never seen it in use.  It’s probably completely decorative.  Japanese would feel too weird about gaming during the day while their coworkers are toiling.

The view out the window in Shinjuku.  14th floor baby!

The inside of a coffee machine.  I couldn’t help myself, I’m an engineer.

Here’s the outside.  You can choose your levels of sugar, creme, and coffee strength.  So awesome.

Here’s what every train looks like.  Dead silent, everyone on their cell phone.

Except in our case, it’s Range and me towering above everyone, banging our heads on stuff.

Ah, Ueno.  We’re here for Hanami.  Look at those mountains of trash!  The Japanese do not mess around when they’re out drinking.  They’d been at it for HOURS by the time we arrive.

This is what the parties look like.  Tarps covered with beer, coworkers being forced to dress in maid outfits, everyone drunk as hell and having a blast.

Here’s what everyone is theoretically here for.  No one seemed to be looking at them but me.  Nice cherry blossoms.

Now that’s a lot of one cup sake.

The next few pictures are food porn.  Here’s all the awesome festival food they had available.  Oden…

Corn cobs

Grilled meat on sticks.

Not sure.  Takoyaki?  Dough balls?

Cabbage pancakes?  Okonomiyaki?

But there’s an EGG on it!  I should have tried one.

Aww yeah.  Hanami food.

The crew.

Bags like this were everywhere.  Enough to give every Japanese citizen a full facial flush.

Wow.  A McHotDog.  They should have sent a poet.

Kevin bought Death cigarettes.  Not because he smokes, but because they’re freaking awesome.

After this we all drank at the “Coffee and Beer” cafe down the street with some folks from the hostel from Sweden and Amsterdam.

For the full gallery of pics, see here.

Man, it’s really hard not to fall behind on these posts, the days are so jam packed with action that setting aside time to blog is hard.  But I’m gonna try to stick with it!   Day 2 started off with a trip to Akihabara, where I dragged Kevin and Range, as it is my spiritual home on the planet.  So many nerds and games.  I’ll be going back again to actually PLAY games instead of just doing a drive-by.

Catching the Hibiya line.

Everyone’s got a cell phone, and the trains are completely quiet.  No talking, and no cell phone conversations.  It’s really pretty awesome.  In such a crowded place, the Japanese have taken great lengths to safeguard the precious little time they have to decompress after work.

First thing on the agenda, food.  We pop into a soba noodle joint.

Curry soba.  Fantastically delicious.

Here we are, Akihabara.

A UFO catcher game, where you can win… Ritz crackers.  The game costs about as much as it would cost to just buy the damn things.

I am so totally going to try this Gundam game.  They don’t allow photos in the arcades, so I risked my life and limb to get this one.  Full 180 degree screens, each person gets a pod, and they have screens displaying the games live.

The number of stores just selling analog components like wires and resistors and what not is truly stunning.  Anything you could possibly need is in Akihabara.

This shop sold police batons, stunners, handcuffs, mace, pepper spray, you name it.

The density of stuff for sale is staggering.  Another component shop.  Kevin needed a cable for his camera and was able to find it no problem.

This vending machine will sell you a ticket for hot food, which you then pick up upstairs.

How many Japanese workers does it take to replace a few planters full of flowers?  The answer you’re looking for is four.

The imperial palace is near the Tokyo station is pretty, but disappointing, since it’s all locked off.  This is as close as you can get, everything is blocked off by police.

I ran ahead to get a shot of Kevin and Range towering above the armies of Japanese tourists.

This tonkatsu dinner only cost $8 and was fantastic.  You can get some amazing meals in the Tokyo metro station.

Sadly, these large delicious beers were also $8, which doubled our dinner bill!

Yes, this does appear to be a hot dog wrapped in a tortilla.

The density of the concrete jungle around Ueno station is crazy.  Layers upon layers in every direction.  Escher would be proud.

Poking women’s eyes out with your newspaper is discouraged.

Clorets ICE will punch your bitch ass in the face with its freshness.  PWNED.

We found a beautiful cemetary near our metro stop.  (Menami-senju).  This is on the walk back from the metro to our hostel.

They actually have rags and other scrubbing implements available for you to clean the grave of your loved one.  I found that really touching.

A side street near Minami-senju.

Please note that not ONE of these bikes is locked up.  Not a single one.  Again, a first world nation is one that should be full of adults that don’t steal from each other.  The lack of theft is a constantly mindblowing element of Tokyo, and a kind of depressing one when you think about how long these bikes would last in the US.

That is a four LITER bottle of sake.  That’s what I call the “living under a bridge” size.

The “lots of fried shit” section of the grocery store.  I would like one of everything, please.

Okonomiyaki!  I’ve always wanted to try this.  Our friend Deanna took us out for dinner at her favorite place in Shinjuku.  You get a bunch of meat mixed in with toppings and batter, dump it on a grill, and make a meat pancake.   It was so good my mouth waters just thinking about it.

Kevin tends to his meat pancake.

Ah, Shinjuku.  Absolute wonderful chaos 24/7.  It’s never dark.

The Park Hyatt.  I’ve never in my life been in a place that exuded affluence more.  Everything is subdued and rich.  We went to the 52nd floor to check out the bar made famous in Lost in Translation, but it was a $20 cover charge each to enter, and we decided to pass.  The view from the 40th floor has to be seen to be believed.  I’ll post the videos I took later, I think they came out better than pictures would.

At night the Shinjuku station turns into a homeless shelter of sorts.  Dozens of men (no homeless women?) camp out their spots in cardboard boxes.  Not a single one of them is begging for money or harassing people.  That’s another thing that’s stunning about Tokyo, you never get approached by scammers or panhandlers, everyone just kind of sticks to their own space.

Range passed out sitting up, next to his Japanese twin.

That’s how I like to end my evenings.  Oh one cup sake, how you treat me so well.  I’ve been informed by my new Japanese friends that one cup is the equivalent of Mad Dog here, it’s kind of a homeless sort of drink.  I still don’t care, it’s my sweet mistress.

Here’s day one of my month long journey to Tokyo.  If you’d like to see the entire gallery, it’s here.

Kevin’s luxurious room in Chez Coziahr.  Our bed and breakfast has many themed rooms, this one is titled “yarn”.

Liquid nerves for the 11 hour plane trip.

Zzzzzz.

Range discovers that alcohol is free on intercontinental flights.

This lady sat next to us, and she was hilarious.  She kept slapping the back of my head when she wanted to tell me something, and yelling “chotto”.  She quickly became part of our crew, and then gave us an 18 year old bottle of scotch as a present.  I shit you not.  The only thing we were able to give her was the gift of our wonderful personalities.

Thanks for the free booze, mystery lady!

When I got up to get snacks, she demanded I bring her a banana.

I will never, ever fly United again.  Look at this spread.  It tastes as good as it looks.

Kevin gets his ticket for the Kinsei skyliner.  Off to Ueno!

Look closely, this is the last ground you will see that’s not covered with concrete.

Our train.  Complete with bathrooms and vending machines.  Yeah, fuck you, BART.  San Fran public transit is a joke.

Am I in a hostel, or prison?  Hard to tell.  The Hotel New Koyo is awesome, though.  $27 a night, private rooms, great staff, free wireless internet, gobs of eurotrash.

My room is seriously quite small.

Kevin tries to escape the hostel.

Right down the street from us is some of the tastiest spicy noodle soup I’ve ever encountered.  And we met some new friends, who wanted to know things like “what does attractive mean?” and “what is a medusa?”, and then proceeded to buy us a free beer.

The ramen selection at our local convenience store.

Screw ramen, Range heads for the cans of coffee and beer.

Yes, that’s spaghetti.

Hitler says, be careful around construction sites!

Beautiful rainy night in Ueno.

Happy hour is all day long on Wednesdays at the local pub.  Wait till you guys see the video I’ll upload with the ultrasonic Guinness machine.  It creates a head on top of the beer with sound.  Ohhh yeah, technology.

Asahi dark is a wonderful beverage.  I think I’ll have another.

Make that another.  And another.

I can’t explain this, but I had to post it because Range will kill me.

It’s fun to squat and shit, kids!

I absolutely love that there is no theft here.  Leave out your bike, your umbrella, you name it, no one is going to steal it.  Kind of like how it should feel living in a first world country full of adults.

This is my new office.  That’s a massage chair, a beer, and my laptop.  Nice end to our first day.