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During my stay, she occasionally got sick from being pregnant. I notice that they don't really show any affection for each other. Is it because of me? But Kushigo get the impression that it's normal for Japanese couples to not show affection, at least when other people are around. November 25th Kazuhito left on a business trip to Tokyo. He'll be back in a few days. Today was almost a total waste because it rained all day and night. I didn't go to Kushiro, and since it was Tuesday, we didn't go to the shop. So I just sat home all day. Gurls was annoying because I could just as well do that in the US! I was also alone because Fuyou had left ggirls go to her parents' house.

They live next door, actually. For dinner, she Parfy me to their house, and we ate very strange food. There was kushoro and miso soup of course, ume-boshi, some kind of large, sweet beans, some kind of pickled vegetable cabbage? It was awful kushro, and whole, cooked fish. And by whole, I mean including the head, skin, fins, organs And these weren't tiny fish like before. They were Women looking for men in zilina inches long. November 26th There was another 9 things about dating an architect today, still weak, but the tremors must have lasted im or three whole minutes.

I'd hate to be in a strong one! But thankfully, there was sunny weather and clear skies again! Unfortunately though, a clear sky meant it'd be extremely cold come nightfall. In fact, it was cold enough that I broke down and bought myself some gloves. In Kushiro, A couple of the girls I'd met earlier saw me and ran over to say "hi", Meeting 2 online joc they were in a hurry to get to work or something. I wandered around, bought some cake, and eventually returned to the station. There were a number of Prty I'd met before there, as well as some I hadn't.

There was this one young guy, about 16, who had a huge earing! The hole in his ear was almost a centimeter in diameter! On the train home, there were four young, perverted, vulgar students. They Free adult sex personals in mallawi kind of funny in a slapstick sort of way, but I don't like those kinds of people. There were three guys and a girl. The guys were being rude, saying vulgar things, making vulgar gestures, etc. The girl was acting "H" and being an kuushiro, showing parts of her body, but never too much or should I say, never enough? They also bitched at me in Japanese about how the US Pwrty a warmongering country.

Girps couldn't disagree with them. After returning home, I paid Fuyou for the time I'd spent there so far. After playing a bit of GBA, I headed off to bed. November 27th I woke up at the regular time today, but I suspected Fuyou wouldn't be making me breakfast, because it'd been about 80 minutes and she hadn't called me. After going downstairs, I saw that she'd already left. It sucked because it's not like there was anything I could eat around there. I decided to eat a Cup o' Noodles that was in the fridge. The Cup o' Noodles they sold aren't like the ones in America. They're about two or three times the size iushiro have a Party girls in kushiro more vegetables and stuff inside. I went to Kushiro again and it was surprisingly warm if kusjiro can consider 5 degrees warm.

I didn't run into anybody I knew, but on the way there, I talked to this young girl who was sitting and reading a magazine about homes and home decorations, and other things that you'd expect an older woman to be looking at, not a young girl. Her name was Tomomi. As soon as she ih out that I spoke some Japanese, she never stopped talking. She's a cute little girl, though, and it was fun conversation. But all things considered, this day was mostly a waste. I didn't do much. Most buildings were stories tall and contained up to 30 shops and sometimes there were places in the alleys between buildings as well. Of those 30, I may kusuiro seen 2 or Part. There were signs that told what and where the others kushlro, but I couldn't read them.

Not every place had the luxury of being adjacent to the sidewalk, and I'm sure I missed out on a lot of great places. I got a lot of compliments on my face, and especially my nose. I khshiro know why everyone seems to like my nose so much. I don't think it's all that Pargy I went home and Fuyou was kushirp the bath, Patty I had to wait for her to get out before I could brush my jushiro and go to bed. When she giels out, though, I got gifls lecture about eating that Cup o' Noodles. She said she had called me to breakfast, Tryin to catch some cock in tame I don't imagine she put much effort into it like, actually going upstairs or knocking on my door.

I'm not sure how she expected me to be awakened when she called me from downstairs, inside the kitchen, while my door was shut. She certainly puts more effort into calling Kazuhito. Anyway, I need to buy another Cup o' Noodles tomorrow. Oh well, bed time. November 28th Well, Fuyou sure seems like she's in a pissy mood today. She didn't call me for breakfast. Instead, she just pounded on my door a few times, without saying a word. She didn't seem to want to Most beautiful japan porn star good kushido, and when I tried gitls chat, she didn't want to say anything. I was going to go to the shop today, but because of Fuyou's mood, I thought it'd be too uncomfortable.

So, I went to Kushiro instead. While I was waiting for the train, I tried that drink, Pocari Sweat. It really tasted like sweat! Well, actually, it was like slightly watered-down Gatorade. I left for Kushiro early because I wanted to see it during the day again the only other time I had Pzrty the first time I went and Paarty out some places like the peace park, etc. After doing that, I went ib the bread shop at the department Parrty. The automatic doors here never seem to open quickly enough. I always need to walk slowly or stop for a split second and wait. Perhaps the Japanese walk a bit more slowly, with their short little legs and kushoro. It's really great, because when you specialize in one thing, you tend to do it well, and there's quite a variety of goods offered at these specialty shops.

I've never birls so gigls types of kusiro in one place before. I'll also note that this particular shop seemed to employ a number of retarded young people looked like Down syndrome. From what I'd heard, those kinds of people are generally kept out of sight and treated poorly in Japan, so I thought the owner was being very cool. Though for all I know, they could have been slave labor. Apparently, she had seen me walking on the street, and followed me. Anyway, we talked for gir,s while, ate some Pzrty that I had bought earlier, and visited an office that specialized in hooking Japanese up with English-teaching schools in Japan and elsewhere. I spoke to them in Japanese and told them that she was my daughter and that she wanted to learn English.

In fact, she couldn't speak English at all, knowing only "hello" and "bye-bye". Of course they didn't believe me, but they laughed and invited us in and we all had an interesting conversation. I had a chance to speak English with a cute little girl that happened to be there 6 year old? After that, we walked back to the train station. I saw a group of Pargy 10 high school girls. So I walked over and said hi, introducing Tomomi as my daughter again. What a great tactic! Kushkro all laughed and we chatted for a while. But Tomomi didn't like being left out, and Pagty had to go anyway, so I said goodbye to the high school girls, bought Tomomi a donut, and after she firls done, sent her on Pafty way.

I chatted with the high school girls for a bit longer, but they turned out to be not so interesting. I remembered the Cup o' Noodles. I had tried to buy one in Shiranuka, but they didn't sell it anywhere within walking distance. I had to go to several stores, but I finally found the exact type I had eaten. By this time, it was about 6: They had said that on Fridays, there's an English class for Japanese, and that being a native speaker, it'd be great if I could attend. The map was all in kanji, though, and after walking around in the freezing cold for a long time, I returned to the station so I could sit down with my kanji dictionary and try to decipher it.

But when I walked in, I saw the clock and realized that it had already started, so I gave up on that. I was hungry though, so I went outside and walked to the nearest open restaurant, a ramen shop. I couldn't read the menu, and they didn't have a food display which was surprisingso I just asked for tonkatsu pork ramen. It was good except for the fact that the pork was very fatty about half of the meat was fat. I felt embarrassed to be picking off all the fat. After that, I bought some donuts for dessert they're really good! About 15 minutes after I came home, Kazuhito returned from his business trip.

It was good to see him. We were talking, but about 5 minutes later, Fuyou came home with the dog, and the dog grabbed his attention. Anyway, Fuyou seemed to be in a better mood, so that was good. Kazuhito offered me some beer, and after doing my laundry, I went to bed. November 29th This morning Fuyou gave me some natto. If you don't know what it is, it's essentially rotten soybeans. Rotten, slimy, and with a putrid smell, I'm surprised anybody actually eats this stuff. The taste wasn't as bad as I expected, though it certainly wasn't good! You can see it to the right.

I really hated de-linting clothes manually. I spent over 15 minutes de-linting a single pair of pants! I decided to go to the shop because it was cloudy out and looked like it might rain I didn't feel welcome though, mostly because Fuyou asked me to move to a small, uncomfortable table in the corner, out of sight. It was really lonely sitting in that corner, but at least I got good food! While studying Japanese, I saw that the Japanese had one-upped us yet again! In English, we have "defenestrate", but they have a word that means "to commit suicide by jumping in front of an oncoming train".

Today was mostly a waste, I thought. November 30th Skies are blue today, with scattered clouds, but I predicted that it'd turn gloomy and rainy. But if not, I'd go to Kushiro, I decided. I didn't want to waste another day! Tomomi had invited me to a festival, but I didn't remember which school she goes to, so I had no chance of finding it. I hoped she wouldn't be too disappointed that I didn't show up. I was right about the weather, though. It soon grew overcast and looked like it'd rain. Because of the thick cloud cover, it was warm enough that if not for the chance of rain, I wouldn't even need a jacket. Many buildings have heavy earthquake damage.

The picture to the right shows one such building. It's blurry because I took it in near darkness, leaving the shutter open for a long time to gather as much light as possible. But I didn't have a tripod, so I had to try to hold the camera perfectly still, which is nearly impossible. I visited a pachinko parlor. Before arriving in Japan, I thought that pachinko was for people young and old alike, but I soon realized that it was basically just for old people. While pachinko itself seems completely passive, the parlor also had games of skill.

As I was eating my lunch at the bread shop as usual, Tomomi found me again. I wasn't too surprised, honestly. In fact, I almost expected it. We talked for a while, and I agreed to meet her back at Kushiro station on November 1st,at Kind of foolish to blindly make such a commitment, I now think, but it should be interesting anyway. We wandered around the top floor, which held the restaurants, a small arcade, and some photo booths. The prices at the arcade are insane! A dollar or two per game! Needless to say, I didn't play anything.

We did take some pictures, though. By that time, I wanted to leave, and I returned to the station to see if there were any people I knew there. There were two, but they were busy. There were very few people around that night, like the city was dead! Maybe because it was Sunday? We went to Suehiro Blvd. We went to a cafe that was playing music -- it seemed like a fun place. Since I couldn't read the menu, I asked her to find something good with meat in it. She pointed out a few things, and I chose one at random. It turned out to be a big ring of seasoned rice with some soupy stuff in the middle.

I also got some beer. It was a good meal, and I couldn't eat more than half of it before I was full. After that, we returned to the station, since it was time for her to leave. After realizing that there was truly nothing to do at the station and nobody around, I decided to leave too, but I missed my train by less than a minute. So, I walked around paced is more like it for 70 minutes until the next train arrived. Not many trains go to Shiranuka because it has a population of only about 12, people. I almost missed that one too because I wasn't watching the clock!

But I caught it with three minutes to spare. December 1st My trip was half over at this point, but I still felt like I'd just arrived! It was going far too quickly. But he dropped it off after I called him. There were a bunch of older women at the station, some of whom had come into the shop while I was there, so they came over to talk to me. Fuyou also came to buy a ticket. She was going on a business trip of her own, apparently, so I guessed I'd have to make my own breakfast for a couple days. Tomomi was at the station waiting for me. I guess she doesn't have anything better to do than to hang around me. She tried to convince me to go to her school and meet one of her teachers who was, she said, 23, pretty, and single.

I didn't really want to go to a school, but I didn't have much else to do, so I agreed. Her teacher had already left, however, so she wanted me to go with her to a small school down the road because 7 year olds are fun, she said. I didn't want to go, but eventually she convinced me. It really was fun, though! There were kids ranging from about 6 to 9 years old most were 6 or 7and we all played sports together. I was almost tall enough to slam dunk at their basketball court. They would have loved that, I'm sure! Later on, we ate at a KFC. I don't like fried chicken, but I didn't want to keep wandering around in the cold, looking for a good place. Thankfully, they had a pot pie, but it was quite strange and small compared to what I'm used to in America.

In Japan, they have a liquid sugar that they use for mixing into drinks. I remember hearing about this. It dissolves quickly, even in cold drinks. Why don't we have that kind of thing in the US? At the station, one guy came up to me and tried to speak English. I don't know if he understood my replies, though. Not many people spoke English there. I found myself using Japanese exclusively most days, at least until I came home. Fuyou spoke pretty good English, as would be expected from an English teacher, but I still had to speak to Kazuhito in Japanese, mostly. I returned home, but had forgotten to buy something for the next day's breakfast.

It got late and Kazuhito hadn't returned from work. I was a bit concerned. Eventually he came home around He stumbled around for a bit, and then lay down on the floor. He was trying to talk to me in English, spouting memorized phrases, but didn't really comprehend my replies, I don't think. I tried to convince him to play the piano it'd have been funny ;-but he wouldn't. Anyway, it was past bedtime for me, so I went to bed. I later went downstairs to go to the bathroom and found Kazuhito asleep on the couch. Because it was getting cold, I woke him up and suggested he go to bed. December 2nd One annoying thing I've noticed is that in advertisements, product names, etc, often the writing system will be changed mid-word because it's "cool" or something.

It's annoying because I often rely on changes in the writing system to indicate word breaks. They also sometimes use utterly ridiculous, unreadable fonts. I guess we do, too, though. Heh, Kazuhito is paying the price this morning for his drinking binge. I guess he has a pretty bad hangover today. In Kushiro, there was almost nothing to do. I didn't even run into Tomomi today. But I did make a plan to go out with one girl tomorrow, and a couple other girls on Friday, so that was good. I ran into three assholes at the station and ended up talking with them for 90 minutes or so. They said they don't go to school and don't work, and get their money by letting people beat them up.

They all smoked and littered everywhere, and I was embarrassed to be around them. They tried to hook me up with passing females, but nobody would even acknowledge their existence. I can't say that I blame them. Two of them were crazier than the third, baring themselves, throwing a ball around, making lots of noise, and being rude to people. One of those two wanted to arm wrestle with me. I won of course! I realized after I went home that I had been off by a day and I thought that today was the 1st rather than the 2nd. I felt really bad because that meant I wouldn't be able to meet those girls on Friday.

I didn't care that I couldn't go out with them, but I wouldn't be able to tell them about my mistake, so unless I happened to run into them again, I'd have to stand them up! I felt really bad about that! In addition, I had something to do on the 3rd, which meant I wouldn't be able to go out with that other girl either. The mistake was unbelievable. December 3rd Well, I was off to Kushiro again. I wanted to spend time looking for those girls so I could tell them about my mistake. I hoped I could find them, so I wouldn't have to stand them up. While I was walking to the station, the wind was so strong that I had to attempt to walk diagonally in order to go straight!

I had never been in such strong wind! Later, there was a pretty strong earthquake that lasted a good 10 seconds or so. I saw socks with toes in Japan. They look absolutely ridiculous, but they're probably much warmer. They might even be more comfortable, like gloves are compared to mittens. There are tons of cabarets in Japan. Blocks containing literally a hundred of them are a common sight. These are places where men go and pay lots of money to have women give them varying degrees of affection. According to Tomomi, even junior high school and elementary school kids watch porn, read dirty magazines, and have sex in the case of junior high students.

Not only that, but the kids who don't are by far the exception. I was shocked to hear it! Anyway, I went to talk to the one girl I had met yesterday. She looked pretty, all dressed up. It was too bad I had to cancel with her. Anyway, since she had insisted adamantly that the previous day was Monday when in fact it was Tuesday, I used that as my excuse as to why I had to cancel. She looked sad and embarrassed, and didn't want to reschedule. I guess I can't blame her. Later, I met Tomomi and we went to have sushi. Hokkaido is famous for its seafood, and this was definitely the best sushi I'd ever had. We ate as much as we wanted, without regard to the price, and it was really good.

It was a bit expensive, though. We were only going to sing for an hour, but it was so fun that we bought a second. Eating sushi and doing karaoke were two things I wanted to do before I left. December 4th Today is my last full day here in Hokkaido. I feel sad that I've met so many people but will likely never see any of them again. Tonight is probably the coldest night of all, too. When I got some food out of my bag, it was frozen! Not only was it below zero, but the wind was extremely strong. The combination just seemed to drain the life right out of me.

Also, I couldn't find my gloves that morning. I didn't see anybody I knew while I was in Kushiro. In particular, I wasn't able to find those girls. I felt really bad about standing them up. December 5th Well, I'm sitting here at the Kushiro airport now. After arriving at Haneda airport, I was stunned by the enormous number of pretty girls. The airport was absolutely full of them! Maybe it was just the school uniforms, and maybe they were all going on a school trip or something, but I must say that I felt a bit cheerier after that. At least, I assumed they were sumo wrestlers.

I guess they could have just been fat guys in kimonos. She was from Peru and couldn't speak any English, but had studied Japanese for about a year. I helped her find her way to Ueno. It was really interesting trying to communicate with somebody when neither of us could communicate well in the language we were using. After arriving at the youth hostel in Iidabashi, I showered and left to get something to eat. On a recommendation from a friend, I decided to check out Shinjuku. Actually, I had no idea how to get from Yoyogi to Shinjuku on foot, but I set out in a completely random direction and it happened to be the right one. What I saw when I got there was absolutely incredible -- by far the most shocking thing I'd seen on my trip so far.

And it's nearly impossible to portray in words, but there was an incredible number of people! There were so many people that the street could be described as a river of people. They were like ants, all running this way and that. Huge swarms of them! I walked around in shock, with my jaw open, for about an hour. While I was walking, a pretty woman picked me out of the crowd and tried to convince me to have a massage. I could get a normal massage for 6, yen or some kind of special massage I didn't quite understand the details, but I could guess for 10, yen. I had to decline. I'm not going to spend 10, yen or even 6, on a massage, no matter how special!

Eventually, I returned to the youth hostel. Since the maximum stay there is three days, I had to find another hotel to stay in -- someplace cheap. But some old British guy was hogging the computer! There were way too many westerners in Tokyo. I could see about one per minute while walking around.

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Nobody was excited to see me. I didn't feel special anymore! I tried to speak Japanese, but invariably, they would just ggirls to me in Carbon sexual encounters in brighton. The second place I called sounded good, and very inexpensive! I later found out that I had misunderstood the pricing scheme though I fault their poor Englishand it was more expensive Party girls in kushiro I'd thought. It's located kishiro Akasaka. While I was looking at a map to find my hotel, an Asian women approached me and asked, in broken English, "Can you speak English?

At first glance, I assumed she was Japanese and wanted to practice her English or something. But she didn't look Japanese. It turned out that she was Chinese and it was her first day in Tokyo. She couldn't speak Japanese and she couldn't find her way around. She wanted to go shopping. So, I took her to Ginza on gave her some instructions for getting back. I took a picture of her as I was leaving shown to the left. I then returned myself. My ankle was really girld Party girls in kushiro hurt from walking so far while carrying four bags yesterday, and all the walking around today this day wasn't helping. So after returning to Iidabashi, I asked some schoolgirls igrls high must kushieo just gotten out where I could sit and kill some time until 3: They pointed down a street and said there was a Denny's.

So I oushiro off in that direction. Anyway, I chatted with a couple of junior high school students who were sitting next to me in Denny's. The food was very different than at Denny's restaurants back in San Diego. Most dishes contained seafood and were quite Japanese, and there wasn't not a single small, greasy, overcooked steak Telephones of escort harlingen sight. Or any kind of steak for that matter. But I suppose it's similar to the Americanization of ,ushiro Asian dishes. The food from Denny's turned Padty to be good, but expensive. I'd heard that in Japan, even McDonald's has good food now that'd be something!

To get from Iidabashi to Akasaka, I had to take the subway. Since I giros take the most efficient route, it involved a tremendous amount of walking over a mile, I think. With bags Daddy gay sex photo both hands, and one around my neck, it was awful. My ankle was kuahiro a lot ,ushiro pain after kushido. After finding the hotel, I dropped off my bags and showered. They had rules regarding showering and bathing. Basically, I had to wash myself in the Japanese style since they didn't really have a Western-style shower. I decided to entertain myself in Shinjuku.

On the way, I made a dinner out of a trip to the convenience store and a fruit store. I went to Starbucks to have a drink and happened to run into a woman who had also been staying at the youth hostel. She had shown me how to get to Yahoo cafe in Omote-sandou, where I could check email and access the internet. She spoke English well, her thick British accent notwithstanding, and we talked until Starbucks closed, which was earlier than I thought it'd be -- I thought places were open until 2: After hanging around in Shinjuku that night, I had started to get a feel for just how exclusionist the Japanese living in Tokyo are.

It was very off-putting, so I headed back to the hotel to sleep. The woman I was talking to, however, had told me that the subway would run until 1: The station was huge, and I had a hard time finding my way. I tried asking a number of people where I should go, but few people had even the courtesy to acknowledge my presence, and those that did just motioned for me to go away. I was being polite and even speaking in Japanese. I eventually found my way by myself, but it was too late. The last train had left at midnight, just a few seconds before I arrived. I don't feel that Japanese people in Tokyo are friendly at all.

Sure, they're polite, but it seems to me like a forced, socially imposed politeness. And politeness doesn't imply friendliness. They can politely act like assholes, and do. Anyway, now I'm stuck here at the station with all the homeless people. Interestingly enough, though, they don't beg for money. In fact, I've seen many of them doing work, so I guess that although they don't have a home, they still earn their keep in life, which is respectable. As a social experiment, I waited until everyone had left the station, including the guards, to see if anybody would say anything or offer assistance. Of hundreds of people, nobody did. I considered staying at the station, but it was too cold.

The homeless all have things to sleep on. Besides, this one drunk, homeless guy kept pestering me, so I eventually left just to get away from him. I didn't want to take a taxi because it'd be way too expensive, but it was too late and too far to walk. So I took a taxi part of the way and walked the rest. On the way back, about 30 women came up to offer sex, for money of course. At first, it was interesting conversation. Then, it became a game to keep them going as long as possible, or to decline in creative ways, but eventually I just wanted to get rid of them as quickly as possible.

At one point, I stopped by a convenience store to look at my map, and a cute, young girl who was chatting with some guys nearby saw me and smiled. She looked nice, and I smiled back. Then she offered me her "services", and I felt so disgusted. I gave her a look that I imagine was awful, and walked away. The only people who bothered talking to me were selling sex, and they were only talking to me because they thought I might give them money, Not because they actually wanted to talk with me or anything. Tokyo really disgusted me. December 7th Here are some pictures of the capsules I had to sleep in. They weren't so bad, actually. I'd even go so far as to say that they were comfortable, except that I couldn't stretch out.

Each had a TV, radio, and alarm clock. The most annoying thing, though, was that I had to change capsules and lockers every night. After some consideration, I made the following observations: It's not all their fault. While the automatic assumption that I'm solely seeking sex, which ensures that those selling it flock to me, and those who aren't avoid me like the plague, is extremely annoying, it might actually be a valid assumption. In fact, most of the conversations I'd overheard between western guys were of that nature. Due to the extreme exclusionist nature of the Japanese, especially those in Tokyo, it seems to be a society you need to break into.

I remember reading that without an introduction, many Japanese won't even respond to you at all if you're a westerner, and male especially. I didn't believe that could be true, and it wasn't my experience in Hokkaido, but in Tokyo, it really is! Given that the Japanese generally consider foreigners to be somehow inferior, in order to break in, you need to either find a sympathizer more difficult than it may seemor go after them when they have lowered inhibitions. Since many Japanese in Tokyo like to get drunk on an almost daily basis, there's a chance that if I go get drunk, too, I might break in.

I guess if I was there long enough, life might be almost normal, sometimes. I figured I'd escape to Ueno. I'd read that it's pretty there, and I thought I could escape all those damn people. It turned out, though, that they're impossible to avoid. It's as though all of Tokyo is Disneyland on a weekend. So I just went to get some food. The Japanese are willing enough to deal with me if they get money out of it. One interesting thing I saw in Ueno, though, was the traffic lights. They actually had lit progress bars that showed how long you had to wait until the light would change, or Party girls in kushiro you'd be able to cross the street.

It's a cool idea. I also bought a bag of roasted chestnuts, something I'd never tried. I would have preferred to have paid less and gotten less, but it was the smallest bag I could buy. They were good, but I ended up throwing two thirds of them away because I'd gotten sick of them. I went to Starbucks so I could sit down my ankle still hurt a lotand maybe chat with people, too. It seemed that everyone was in too much of a hurry to chat, so I just studied Japanese for an hour or two and had some coffee. I found myself wishing I was back in Hokkaido where people are friendly.

I wanted to sit somewhere and eat dinner, so I went to Iidabashi and ate at Denny's again. While there, I wrote a letter and then returned to Akasaka by subway. That involved walking over meters, because that part of Iidabashi is not near a subway line. While I was walking from the subway back to the hotel, women were running up to me again trying to sell me sex. I dismissed them as Women nude in senhor do bonfim as I could. December 8th Well, the Japanese in Tokyo may not be nearly as nice as those as Hokkaido, but I decided that I couldn't let a few assholes or even a lot of assholes stop me.

But the first person I tried to talk to, a young guy who was studying foreign language, only let me get two words out before rudely grimacing, waving me away, and putting on a pair of headphones. This is the thing I have to deal with when I talk to half of the people. The other half are, instead of being outright unfriendly, just politely unfriendly. While walking, I saw this incredible cake shop incredibly expensive, too. They had so many great-looking cakes I've never seen so much good stuff at one place that it was difficult to decide. Eventually, I got some berry cream pie. I was walking down the street with it in a box. There was no place to sit and eat, and with each step I was increasingly tempted.

After almost ten minutes of walking, looking for a place to sit, I just crouched down near a bike rack off to the side of the walk and dug into it, making a mess of myself in the process, but it was excellent. I cleaned myself up as best I could and continued on my way. That's another gripe I have about Tokyo, though. There's no place to just sit. Of course there are shops and restaurants, but you need to buy something if you want to sit there. I wonder if they do that on purpose to dissuade homeless people from sleeping out in the open. From where I was, I just kept walking, and wound up in Shibuya. It might even be more crowded than Shinjuku! I wanted to take a picture to show how crowded it was, so I took the first one on the rightbut it didn't cut it.

So I took the next one. It's also really bright, as shown in the third picture. I didn't find anything that I wanted to do alone, though, or anybody to do things with, and after walking around for a few hours, I returned to Akasaka. I didn't want to sleep, though, so I went into Jonathan's a competitor of Denny's' to escape all the girls running over to ask me if I want their services. It was the same girls as the previous night, too. Apparently they don't remember that I always say "no". I had some gomadango. They're little balls covered with sesame seeds, with black, runny fluid inside.

They're hot, too, and turned out to be pretty good. In Japan, the number of kilocalories and grams of fat are displayed next to every item on every menu. I read that the FDA wanted to do that, but they instead decided to accept money from the food industry to forego that plan. That's America for you, where corporate interests rule. December 9th I returned to Yahoo cafe to upload my pictures, so I could take more. I finally met a nice person. Turned out she was from California though, haha, figures. While I was there, I wrote two letters. Many people still don't even acknowledge my presence, and most of those who do are rude.

I went out to eat, and felt like having some "normal" food, so I went to a Hawaiian hamburger joint. I wasn't sure what to do after eating. It'd been literally days since I'd had a good conversation with anybody, and the social exclusion was really getting to me. I wanted to call Rouko, but I didn't have her phone number with me. Though it was only 6: I flipped through the TV channels. Turns out that F-Zero is an anime. I wondered whether it came before or after the video game. Eventually I got bored and walked around outside. I went into an arcade, and saw another thing I didn't expect but probably should have -- porn video games.

I think they work like interactive movies. I'm not sure what the level of interactivity is, but I suspect it's hard to lose as long as you keep putting in more money. They seem to have modes for all kinds of fantasies and fetishes. It was probably 9: One woman, obviously drunk, came up to talk to me. I waited for the sales pitch. Seems that she just sells conversation. Though I hadn't had a good conversation with anyone in a long time, I declined her offer because I wouldn't be willing to pay for it. As professional talkers, though, they can be pretty convincing!

At the end, she gave me some candy. That's another curious thing about Japan. People just give away food and candy. To pass more time, I got some more coffee and gomadango. Next to me were some of those Indian programming-job-stealing bastards. As I sat there, they were plotting how they could steal more jobs! As they were getting up to go, I told them not to steal mine. They laughed and left. I really wanted to leave Tokyo as soon as possible. I'd have left that night if I was able. I still wasn't tired enough to go to bed yet, but I went outside to go back to the hotel.

Of course, a girl ran up to me I got the idea of amusing myself by chatting with them. They'll keep talking as long as they think you might actually pay them. I managed to keep one going for 45 minutes before it became clear that I wasn't going to give her any cash. Just goes to show how lame this is turning out to be, but it was amusing, and provided some interesting insight into a subculture of which I wasn't deeply aware. I'm certain I'd be having a better time if I hadn't gone to Japan alone. Then, I'd have somebody to talk to and do things with. December 10th I had to do my laundry today, so I began a long trek to find a laundromat. I found one, finally, after asking a policeman they're very helpfuland walking a long way.

While my clothes were drying, I made some more phone calls back to the US. My phone card had only 10 minutes' worth of time left, but that bit of friendly conversation did a lot to keep me sane. After my laundry was done, I decided to try going to Roppongi, because I'd never been there before, and the people there must be used to having westerners around, I thought. It was terrible, though. There were more foreigners than I expected, but what was even worse, there were their damn progeny as well. There was more written English than Japanese, and the stores had things labelled in English, with Japanese as the minor language. I got the impression that the people there cared nothing about Japanese society or culture, and integrating into it.

After only 90 minutes, I was ready to get out of there. I went back to the Yahoo cafe to check my email, and stayed there until With four days left in Tokyo, I hoped to do at least one fun thing before it was time to leave. While I was looking for a place to have dinner, I passed a vendor selling some kind of peanut snack peanuts breaded with some kind of cake. I tasted one and it was really good, but I didn't want to eat them before dinner. Angara Cotton Twill ChinosStyle 2: Basic Mens TrousersFly Type: Moreover we have no quibbles return policy and our customer service team aim to reply all your queries as soon as possible. Our key features are given below: Among the lowest prices you can't find anywhere with brand new products added every week.

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