...oh my foolish heart, it had to go diving. Diving, diving, diving into the murk.
It's exhausting, keeping up with my blog. It moves so quickly- like a small Japanese child that remarkably (smallish legs and all) always outruns me.
Next Monday was lack-luster. We bought tickets to the Sun-Dance festival. This sounds more alluring than it is. No, we did not see fabulous film in Hiroshima, instead we paid the rough equivalent of $30 to go to a dirty beach. I can't complain- the company was good and transportation was included, but I'm not much of a beach bunny and we all agreed that next Monday should most certainly include more adventure.
It's exhausting, keeping up with my blog. It moves so quickly- like a small Japanese child that remarkably (smallish legs and all) always outruns me.
So catch up. It's as fun a game as any. The Hiro Happenings have been plentiful. They are, as follows:
The initiation and consequent undertaking of SUPER ADVENTURE MONDAYS! Now, SAM is a little idea I cooked up one evening when my friends and I realized why were were always so skint (see: totally broke, cash-less, without appropriate financial support). Drinks are expensive. Drinks at popular drink venues late into the evening becomes even more pricey. So why not cut out the middle man? The tenants of SAM are simple: It should be free (or free-like, the costs of bus/train/ferry fare are acceptable), and it should be wild/crazy/interesting/really, really, really pretty. So there was no better way to jumpstart our SAM than to venture on down to backwoods Kumano. Kumano is not so much backwoods as it's NOT city saavy like Hiroshima. My pal Dan lives there and we packed a picnic, donned our bathing suits (in my case another stellar three piece that really resembled a wetsuit) and headed out to a resoivor for some swimming, fishing and Happy Station Music listening.
Who knew we'd find danger and all things terrifying in pacifist Kumano. Perched atop the resoivor was a large 
stone wall. It had to be at least 20 feet, and my go-get-um attituded friends thought it would be fun to jump off said wall into the lake. Umm.. okay, that sounds as good a plan as any, but lets not forget my intense fear of heights. My fear of deep water. My fear of people seeing me in a bathing suit from a variety of angles. Well regardless, we did a couple test runs off a smaller, 8 foot type wall and it took all my friends in the water chanting my name, and a slew of 6 or so teenage Japanese boys counting backwards from 5 in English to get me to jump that measley distance. What followed is my greatest Kumano accomplishment. My apotheosis if you will. So I jumped. SAM is such an ego-boost.
stone wall. It had to be at least 20 feet, and my go-get-um attituded friends thought it would be fun to jump off said wall into the lake. Umm.. okay, that sounds as good a plan as any, but lets not forget my intense fear of heights. My fear of deep water. My fear of people seeing me in a bathing suit from a variety of angles. Well regardless, we did a couple test runs off a smaller, 8 foot type wall and it took all my friends in the water chanting my name, and a slew of 6 or so teenage Japanese boys counting backwards from 5 in English to get me to jump that measley distance. What followed is my greatest Kumano accomplishment. My apotheosis if you will. So I jumped. SAM is such an ego-boost.
Next Monday was lack-luster. We bought tickets to the Sun-Dance festival. This sounds more alluring than it is. No, we did not see fabulous film in Hiroshima, instead we paid the rough equivalent of $30 to go to a dirty beach. I can't complain- the company was good and transportation was included, but I'm not much of a beach bunny and we all agreed that next Monday should most certainly include more adventure.
On the agenda: Super Adventure Karaoke. My team mate John and I (see: the Dynamic Duo, members of the band "It's Something So Sad") have an agenda that includes the singing of Richard Marx, choreography, costume and stellar stunts. It is definitely something to blog home about.
