everyone thinks they've got her appraised, but she's still miles away...Time sprints softly and I can now upload and update from the confines of my birdie of an apartment. I have internet. Celebrate! Now we're cooking with gas.
Too much to catalogue. I was fitted in a traditional Japanese Yukata (summer kimono) for Hiroshima's Tokuasan festival- a festival that celebrated something no one was entirely certain of. That was no matter, because the ladies sucked it up and were corsetted, the men dolled lose, pajama like obi's (there is something so wrong with this dress code) and we ran around the city in our gaigin glory. About Yukatas. If I can give any advice to anyone interested and willing, it would be: not to. Such pain. Although I suppose I can't complain much. I accessorized with Converse kicks, and took off the garter, rope, stomach contraption early into the evening. I like to breath. I found it helps with conversation.
I've been over the moon for festivals, as I visited the Mikuni festival outside of Fukui a few weeks after I'd arrived. Fukui was lovely in the way that Hiroshima is exciting. I s
ometimes wish for the tree lined avenues of Japan's quieter alcoves, but Hiroshima is something much for intoxicating. Considering on a simple few streets there are some 3,000 bars, the association takes on many meanings. I've found falafel! A touch screen camera with a memo pad that breeds endless vainity! Karaoke co-conspirators! Marathon maniacs! I can't stop smiling for fear I'll miss any one thing.What follows is the thrilling tale of Hula's international Disney exploration. Well, it's something rather sad in the sense that I couldn't convince my friends to hit up Tokyo Disneyland (without doubt more 
magical- arguabley better than the Tokyo Di
sneySea we settled on). Something knock me down gasph worthy: I wasn't in much of a Disney mood. I attribute it to the night terrors of the previous night. I think they were a product of my own making as we slept in a capsule Inn Hotel (see: slept in the equivilant of a coffin) and I got myself one stellar hour of sleep, if that. No matter, because I was in my mecca and ran around every bit of it (save the super scary rides that I'm much too much of a whimp to take on). I must say, the Japanese have greater control of the disney than I was willing to give them credit for. While Japan is all sorts of clean in a creepy, big brother as janitor kind of way, Disney was the porcelin basin of my grandmothers tub. It was the Oriental Rug, twice vacuumed daily. It was beautiful for those who find beauty in Disney (and really, what sort of tyrant doesn't?) I'll return in January with the sister to visit the real Disney. Then, my loves, we'll have something to blog home about.
magical- arguabley better than the Tokyo Di
sneySea we settled on). Something knock me down gasph worthy: I wasn't in much of a Disney mood. I attribute it to the night terrors of the previous night. I think they were a product of my own making as we slept in a capsule Inn Hotel (see: slept in the equivilant of a coffin) and I got myself one stellar hour of sleep, if that. No matter, because I was in my mecca and ran around every bit of it (save the super scary rides that I'm much too much of a whimp to take on). I must say, the Japanese have greater control of the disney than I was willing to give them credit for. While Japan is all sorts of clean in a creepy, big brother as janitor kind of way, Disney was the porcelin basin of my grandmothers tub. It was the Oriental Rug, twice vacuumed daily. It was beautiful for those who find beauty in Disney (and really, what sort of tyrant doesn't?) I'll return in January with the sister to visit the real Disney. Then, my loves, we'll have something to blog home about.
