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Day 5 "My Outing"
Seeing as how we can't stay at the hotel forever we eventually make our way out side, into the city. Japanese cities are just big shopping malls. Sure people work there and stuff but people work in malls too. The guys who don't like shopping had miserable times whenever we went to the city. They were advised to find a coffee shop (pronounced in Japanese as "co-hay sho-pu"), sit down, and watch cute women walk by. Now, I'm not an avid shopper, but I know woman tend to be. I can sit down and watch woman walk by but why would I do that when I can walk amongst them in their natural habitat? Besides Japanese woman are a whole different type of hot. See, in America we have hot woman. I mean it, we have hot woman. But I'll see a hot woman every 5 min or so. In between the 5 min I'll see a whole lot of ugly people. Actually no, not a whole lot but about 1 every min or so. And everyone else is about average. Which is about right. In Japan 1 in every 4 girls of acceptable age is hot. Acceptable age is somewhere between legal and 50. Of course they all look younger than they really are so 50 may be even 60. Regardless, there is much hotness. I got a sore neck from just admiring. Interestingly enough when an American checks out a person he/she/it cranes their neck and just looks. When the Japanese men do it they look from the corner of their eye without turning their head. This leads me to believe two things. 1) The Japanese men have wised up and realized that looking by turning their head will result in a sore neck or 2) We Asians squint so much that if we really try hard enough we can look behind us by squinting some more. After I think about it some more I'm kind of happy that in America we have the freedom to leave our homes looking the way some of us look. Even if their flabby butt is hanging out of our hot pink sweat pants I guess it's nice in America to not have to be perfect to walk the streets.
Here's a picture of a Japanese fort because they made these this way to fight off ninjas! ...And I haven't put up a picture in a while.
So back to the outing....
I FOUND ME A BLACK MAN !
This must be the only black guy in Japan. He spoke perfect Japanese. I don't know if he spoke English or French or that language consisting of click's and tick's but I knew he spoke PERFECT Japanese. If that's not a mind screw than I don't know what is. He was handing out flyers and I had to run back a take a picture with him. There I am holding the flyer he gave me. Yes that is a timbaland shirt he's wearing. Way to represent son! Even in the land of the rising sun. I swear this is the only guy that sticks out there more than me. Look! He's almost as tall as me too. WOW. Go brotha man!
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Some
where between hopping city to city and mall to mall we ended up in a more suburb
type area. Well, at least as suburb as you can get in Japan. We
crossed a bridge over a river or stream or something. Now there was
supposed to be some sort of significance to this river but all I can remember
about it is that people were sitting on the banks of it making out or talking or
something. this was the equivalent to a drive in movie I guess. If
nothing else you can see how packed it is in Japan. There is city and
people as far as the eye can see. There's almost a line to where the
buildings stop. It's as if the government drew a line and said "Ok city!
You can grow up to this line but you better not grow past it!" And so the
city grew until it hit the line and then it stopped.
