Massive Singapore Make-Up Post

So I've been SO busy having SO much fun in Singapore that I've slacked on the whole blog post thing, so here's a bit of a catch up:

Day 1: Santosa

I arrived in Singapore to the warm embrace of not one but two Phillipino families. Lara's family is currently not only housing me but also housing their old friends the Hernandez's. Mel Hernandez and Lara's father are old Navy buds and the families have been good friends for years now. Despite how great it's been to be in a clean, modern city that speaks English and has a favorable exchange rate, easily the best part about being here has been living in a home with a family. After all the hostels and hotels, the coconut husk mattresses and the sleeping on the floor, just staying in a nice (to say the least) house with not one but two beautiful families had been a real treat.

On my first full day here we first had a fun and relaxing morning at the pool and then all headed to Santosa, a man-made island that is full of fun, touristy stuff to do. To get there we went through a big, nice mall called Vivo City and got tickets on a cable car, or gondola that goes across the water and over to Santosa. As soon as we landed we walked out to see some Indian guys offering Snake Charming. I was in India for four weeks and so nothing like this but soon after Monica and Jesse, the children of the Hernandez's tried it I decided I had to get in on the act. After each of them had a different snake on them, I asked and was granted the request of having two snakes on my shoulders. The gentlemen placed a turban on my head and played a flute as the two docile and harmless snakes rested on my shoulders. Fun stuff.

We also saw the Merlion, a giant statue of, well a Mer-Lion, basically a lion-headed fish, that is HUGE and very cool. And then we went down to the bottom of the Island where we took a ski-lift up and luged down. The luges were part sled, part go cart and were lots of fun and not 100% safe. Regardless after some slick maneuvering from me, a crash from Lara's brother Totoy and a resulting friendly slow-down by Jesse (who by all accounts caused the crash) I was able to take the lead and win the "race" down the hill. This then resulted in Totoy (age 11) and Jesse (12) claiming that I "cheated" and "ruined the ride," which I believe would have been claimed regardless of what happened as long as one of them didn't win. After the ride we grabbed ice cream (which cheered everyone up) and sat on the man made beach as it got dark.

The View From The Cable Car:

Me Complete With Two Snakes And A Guy "Charming" Them With A Flute Behind Me:

Sunset In Santosa:


On The Lift, Ready To Luge:



As the night fell, we returned to Vivo City for dinner at a very large all-asian food court. If America is the world's melting pot (which it is) then Singapore is Asia's melting pot. I have no idea how to recognize a native Singaporian because they seem to be unrecognizable. Here I see all forms of Asian people; Chinese, Phillipino, Japanese, Thai, even Indian. It shows not just in the people you see but in the different areas of town (like Chinatown and Little India) and in the food. Anyways, this food court represented all of these Asian cultures and was not only delicious, but affordable as well. I had a scrumptious Thai Chicken Rice as well as several pieces of peanut chicken from god-knows-where that Mrs. Deguzman fed me (her favorite pass-time). I also had something called Cheng Dol for dessert (the Phillipinos told me they call it Halo Halo) which was essentially red beans, green jellies that looked about the size of inch-worms, crushed ice, syrup and milk (possibly coconut milk). It was tasty, to say the least though the red beans where a bit dry to taste despite the fact that they added excellent flavor.

On the way home Mr. Deguzman regaled me with information about Singapore's rich history. Essentially it is an island at the southern tip of Malaysia that sought and earned it's independence and has been rapidly progressing ever since. This is fascinating to me because while countries like India and China are becoming world super powers they have as many problems and as much poverty as the rest of the world combined, however because Singapore is so small (I guess) it's able to just be one big, super modern, super clean, super cool city.


Day 2: Malaysia and Clarke Quay

My second full day in Singapore brought me, Lara, Mrs. Deguzman, Joy and Monica out of Singapore. We took the short trip through immigration and across the border to Malaysia where the Malaysian Ringgits were about as kind to me as the Indian Rupees were. It technically wasn't my first trip to Malaysia as I had a three hour layover at the Kuala Lumpur Airport on my way into Singapore, though I didn't see much more of it on this trip. We basically went to a HUGE mall there where we spent the whole day. Upon our arrival we found a place called Thai Oddesey where I got a Traditional Thai Massage. "What is a Traditional Thai Massage?" you ask. Well, essentially a small Asian woman beats the crap out of you for one or two hours. Thankfully I got the one hour session so I only spent the minimum amount of time with her, driving her elbows into me, crushing each and every part of my body separately and twisting my limbs and my whole body into positions I had never thought possible. I kept vigilant throughout the painful hour by reassuring myself that it HAD to feel good in the end and while technically it did I can't say for sure whether I felt good because of the massage or just pure relief that it was over.

After our massages we enjoyed a pizza lunch and then shopped until we dropped. I bought a sweet zip-up from Baby Milo (close relative of everyone's favorite, Bathing Ape) a new shirt and pair of shoes for the night's outings, and a nice, pink and black, flat-brimmed hat that Lara helped me pick out (it'll probably hafta wait for my hair to grow out again though). We also were sure to stop by one of many DVD stores where I was able to buy several illegal DVDs that will help me catch up on all the Summer movies I've missed. I've already seen Transformers 2 and Land Of The Lost and I'm currently watching Public Enemies.

Huge-Ass Malaysian Mall:



That night me, Lara, Monica and Lara's brother Luigi all hit the town. We took a cab to Clarke Quay a very awesome and very convenient part of town. It's basically a long walking avenue, leading to the water and covered in case it rains. It encompasses a lot of Singapores hottest, restaurants, bars and night clubs making it very very easy to spend the whole night there (as we did). Our first stop was at a place called Cuba Libre where an excellent live band was playing Cuban Music (including a great spanish cover of "I Will Survive") and the Mojitos were delicious. After that we headed to Amarakesh, a Moroccan hookah bar (did I mention that Singapore is a melting pot) where we enjoyed a few hookahs and I failed miserably at teaching some of Luigi's friends to blow smoke rings or do a french inhale. Next was my favorite bar of the evening, a place called the Clinic in which drinks are served in IVs, shots are served in syringes and instead of chairs and benches they have wheel chairs and hospital beds. Having been a long time wheel chair owner myself (if you don't know, don't ask) Lin Woo and I showed off our mad wheelie skills and our new friend Esther bought us a round of syringe shots. We then ended up at a club called Zirca where we had a long bought of dancing to a fantastic DJ and the girls enjoyed dancing up in a cage with a floor that would hydraulically lift up and down. Then we ended the night in classic fashion at the (once again) international headquarters for late-night-drunken-eating, you guessed it, McDonald's. I enjoyed my McChicken and we called it a night.

Lara and Me Ready To Go Out:

The Whole Gang At The Hookah Bar:

Monica And I Taking "Shots" At The Clinic:

Rocking The Cage At Zirca:


Day 3: Chinatown and Bugis

My third day here started just like my first (though I slept in a bit more because of the previous night's events). Lara, Monica, Totoy, Jesse and I spent the morning at the pool, having fun and playing marco polo (classic). Then after I was good and sunburnt Lara took me out to a new part of town. First we went to Chinatown where the first thing that caught my eye was a completely badass Chinese silk robe complete with a huge, embroidered tiger on the back. Haggled, bought and sold. Next a guy lured me into a tailor's shop. One of the things I wanted to do in India but didn't have time to do was get a nice, underpriced handmade, personally tailored, new suit, so I gave the store owner some time to talk me into it. After some haggling and considerable fashion advice from Lara I was getting sized up for a silk-cashmere blend, complete with a tailored shirt and two ties for about $350 American (not bad).

Me In Chinatown:

Getting Fitted For A Suit:


After Chinatown we headed to Bugis (Boo-Gees) where on one side of the street is Singapore's largest outdoor market and on the other side is a very large mall, complete with essentially two food courts, one with meals and the other with snacks and desserts. There I had some delicious food and bought an array of exotically (not really) flavored Donuts for both families to enjoy. I also got a few gifts at the market and had a sugarcane juice (delicious). Lara and I also took the MRT (the train here) to and from our shopping trips, which was delightfully easy to figure out, easy to get on (similar card system as SmartTrip in DC) and very clean and modern as I'm sure you've noticed comes with the territory here. Upon our return home Luigi was cooking up some fantastic beef and corn on the barbeque and I was quickly issued a beer by Lara's father. A great end to a superb day of shopping.

Sunny Happy Fun Time Japanese Photo Gallery

So as promised in my last post here is a gallery of all the images and videos I wanted to put in the last few posts but didn't have strong enough internet to get online. Enjoy:
Holy Shit I'm in Mario World:

Literally:

Matsumoto Museum Of Art:

Random weird Japanese signs:

Keep this in mind ladies:

For when you need a good cry:

Me and the Cap'n Make It Happ'n:

Creepy Japanese Anti-Smoking Sign:

Tommy Lee Jones Should Be On Every Vending Machine Worldwide:

You You:

Random Nature Thing I Stumbled Upon:


Matsumoto Castle


El Barto, from our Mexican Restaurant:

Matsumoto Friends:

Sushi:

Dan With a Meat Stick Claw Game:

Me and Dan in Shinjuku:

Sayonara Japan

So let me start this post by breaking the bad news to you. I failed. I failed myself, I failed all of you, but most of all I failed America. I did not find and purchase any Engrish t-shirts. I want to especially apologize to my good friend Sean Brogan as this was my ideal gift for you from my travels and I know you especially would have appreciated a broken, japanified statement across your chest. Oh well, now I have a reason to return.

The good news is that Dan and I had a wonderful last day in Japan. We woke up after our rousing evening out with the King of Matsumoto to play Badminton with some of his students and his boss Mas. It was fun, for me at least (Dan's a little badminton-challenged). We also played some basketball which was also fun but a bit different. For what seemed to be mostly reasons relating to the famous Japanese respect, very little defense was played and there was almost no contact. Also they didn't really check the ball up between possessions, a phenomenon Dan and I did our best to explain but didn't really attempt to force on them as a rule. It was definitely a great morning though no good for my blister ridden feet (though I performed valiantly regardless, like a proud samurai warrior).

After badminton and then lunch we hopped a train back to Shinjuku where unfortunately Dan's friend from training could not be reached and thus we split a hotel at the same place i stayed my first night. We hit the town and decided that I could not come all the way to Japan and not get sushi so we found one of Tokyo's many famous sushi-conveyer belt restaurants. Essentially several sushi chefs stand in the middle of a large, oval shaped counter with a conveyer belt going all the way around. Anyone can come in and sit down and simply wait for an appealing plate of sushi (always two pieces to a plate) to come around with different styles of plates marking differently priced sushi. I had a few fishes, something that might possibly have been octopus and a delectable crab (two plates worth). As I was getting full the two of us decided that in honor of our good friend Zach Capp, as well as to satisfy our own palettes we needed to have some eel before we left. Unfortunately we hadn't seen any so I decided to take action armed only with an extremely limited but somehow effective Japanese vocabulary. I caught the attention of the nearest chef with a polite, "Su mi ma sen" (excuse me) and then simply asked, "Unagi-ke" (Eel?). Problem solved (I felt very worldly). And on top of it all it really hit the spot (thanks Zacho!).

Despite the fact that the streets were very busy with people eager to celebrate the coming day's work-holiday entitled "Happy Monday" we didn't really find much success with any bars. We went into a few but never stayed long at any. One of the first we went to we found because a black guy on the street tried to hand us a pamphlet to it and I simply asked where it was. Instead of giving us directions so we could find it later he insistently took us there, where we then felt pressured to pay the 1000 yen cover (about $10) that thankfully came with a free drink. The bar was called Casablanca and there weren't many people there (though it was early). The interesting thing about it was that as we were led there and again as we left we noticed that we had been led into a red-light district of sorts. Filled with a fearful curiosity we walked the greasy streets but avoided the signs and hawkers offering girls, good times, pretty reasonable prices and "hookers" from one very blunt man. At one point a very scary looking and oddly tall Japanese prostitute tried to solicit herself to me quite aggressively. Not desiring to be hassled I grabbed Dan around the shoulders and said, "No thanks, this is my boyfriend." Horrified she responded, "You Gee!?! You Gee?!?!" We kept walking until we returned to a less scary neighborhood.

Having pretty much given up on the bar scene, and not wishing to walk anymore (at least I didn't) we were enticed into one of Shinjuku's many arcades. There, we found several floors of loud, Japanese video games, most for 100 or 200 yen per play ($1-$2). The first floor was almost entirely made up of claw games that were, if possible, even bigger scams than american claw games with prizes varying from Japanese plush toys to boxes of Ritz and Oreos. Other floors had Pachinko (of course), virtual horse racing, strange strategy games that involved moving cards around on a horizontal screen, and all kinds of arcade games. Dan and I were most delighted by Mario Kart 2, not exactly like our Mario Kart as most noticed by the fact that I played as Pacman, and a Rambo video game that was just Stallonishly awesome.

As we walked home, ready to call it a night, not more than two blocks from our hotel we heard strange and joyful Japanese singing coming up from the vents of a basement level bar called B Wing. Thoroughly intrigued we had to at least take a look. There we found a winding-down Japanese girl's 22nd birthday party. We also met a nice bartender, a Chinese guy with the American name Jared (don't remember his Chinese name) who pretty soon got us singing Karaoke, another requirement of my Japanese adventure that I almost missed out on. Apparently when the Japanese normally do karaoke it's not like our karaoke with one performer at a time in front of the whole bar but rather several smaller karaoke rooms that you would go to with a group of friends. The idea of Dan and I alone in a karaoke room singing to each other did not appeal to either of us, thus we had not yet done it. Fortunately this was set up a bit more like our karaoke and so soon we were singing "Ice Ice Baby" by Vanilla Ice, which brought on the request of "Lose Yourself" by Eminem and eventually (you guessed it) "Mr. Roboto" by Styx.

Though the new friends we found enticed me into staying out later than I had hoped, I was glad to have something a bit more eventful happen on my last night in Japan. Overall Japan is really a crazy place. It's much cleaner and more modern than India which is nice, but there's also much much less English and much much higher prices which is not so nice. I think that this just shows that I'll really like the next leg of my trip, Singapore, which is clean and modern (if not futuristic) like Japan but should be more affordable (I'm not sure about the language there, but at least I'll have a fluent tour guide with me).

(Note: As you may have noticed my Japanese posts have had a serious lack of visual content to help you through the drudgery that is reading a Matt Portman piece. Relax, there are plenty of pictures that I will put up as one big gallery once I get some solid internet).

The King and The Castle

Dan started and ends work earlier today which will be perfect for a saturday night on the town tonight. He went to work early and I started hitting the town around 10ish. I walked all over town, until my feet blistered, checking out a lot of different stores on a desperate and so far failing quest for Engrish t-shirts (the one souvenir I MUST get from Japan). Eventually I wandered into a Pachinko arcade. Pachinko is a strange Japanese gambling (I think) game in which you purchase hundreds of small marbles, put them in a machine in which you must turn a dial at the right pressure to not over or under shoot a drop zone of sorts and then watch as your marbles bounce through a Plinko-like area hopefully falling into the proper holes. If you get things in the proper holes then a bunch of crazy stuff happens on your screen and you get slot machine like things to happen and other crazy Japanese stuff like lasers and robots and screaming in Japanese. I don't know, it's all very very loud and confusing but in some way mesmerizing and fun. If you do well then you get more marbles though I'm not yet sure if there's a skill to it. I went once in the morning then went with Dan after lunch because he hadn't been. When I first went I saw a guy who had 4 full baskets of marbles (worth at least 2,000 yen a piece I'd say) and when we saw him after lunch he had 6 baskets, so he must have the key to the game down. They also have slot machines of which I played a 24 themed machine and a Godzilla machine. Overall the place was kind of fun but mostly confusing and about 4 or 5 times louder than it needs to be.

After lunch, which we had at a place called Mos Burger, pretty standard and not bad fast food, I went to the famous Matsumoto Castle. Other than hiking in there mountains and I think Dan mentioned some hot springs, it is their big tourist attraction. The castle is apparently one of the oldest still standing in Japan and is pretty cool. Oddly enough it had very very steep steps which to me makes no sense for such short people. As I was leaving a tour guide named Ichiro asked me if he could speak English with me and I gratefully obliged informing him that it would be a delight to speak English with anyone as other than Dan I have had almost no use for words.

After he got off work Dan, his co-worker Matthew and I all went out on the town. Matthew has been in Japan for a couple years now and seems to be pretty much fluent in Japanese which was quite helpful. He first took us to a mexican restaurant that had a picture of Bart Simpson with a mustache, a poncho and a sombrero painted on the wall. They also had delicious enchiladas and, unexpectedly, my favorite drink, a Moscow Mule. Though the way they make it is Ginger Ale and Vodka with a lime and I know it as Ginger Beer, vodka and mulled lime, close enough nonetheless.

After dinner we went to a very trendy little club that used to be a house and a tile factory or something, Matthew was telling us all about it. There a nice guy who's name I forget did an excellent job DJing and we had drinks with some other Westerners, an Irish Guy, two Parisians and a girl claiming to be from Brockton Mass. though her accent and skin color made me think she was originally African or something. It was fun for a while but we moved on to the next bar, a place called Elbow Room. It was a small but nice bar and we sat in the corner drinking where we met an Australian named Daryl. As Daryl over indulged us with information we didn't particularly ask to hear about his marital infidelities as well as how he came to live in Japan and work in rebar a friend of his from across the bar eyed us and came over.

He was a curly-haired man who seemed very drunk, and was, and was not particularly happy to see us. His name was Michael and as he introduced himself he seemed almost upset that two of us were named Matthew (or maybe it was that not all of us were Matthew, I couldn't tell). As we divulged our hometowns I scoffed slightly when he said he was from Kansas thinking how weird it is that I, at the time, couldn't think of a single person I knew from Kansas, but here I was at a bar in Matsumoto meeting one. He thought I was laughing at Kansas, which is a completely laughable shit state anyways, and took offense to this. Basically he turned angry, or angrier really, very quickly. He started asking how long we'd been there, boasting that he had been there two full years to Matthew's one and a half. The quote of the night was definitely him saying to Matthew, "Let me ask you something. How many friends you got here?" He got angrier and just didn't like us, he tried to start a fight, attempting to take Matthew's glasses off as if he didn't want to break them. Fortunately Matthew explained to us all that if they so chose to the Japanese police could fuck our shit up royally and were legally allowed to hold us for 21 days with little to no reason. This kept our camp peaceful even through Michael getting dragged out and returning two or three times and when he angrily dubbed me "Mr. World Traveller" and slapped me in the face, to which I quite literally turned the other cheek offering to let him hit me again. When all was said and done we bought Daryl a drink for helping resolve the situation, waited til we knew Michael was long gone and headed to the universal hub of late-night drunken eating, McDonald's, proclaiming Michael the King of Matsumoto on our walk there. Once there I got a chicken sandwich, Matthew got a burger and Dan got the Shaka Shaka Chicken, which is basically a slab of chicken breast which one shakes up in a bag to add spices (thus Shaka Shaka) and we then called it a night all semi-wishing we had taken up The King of Matsumoto on his offer and dethroned him if you will.

Konnichiwah Japan

Wow! Tokyo is overwhelming. I didn't have the video camera with me to give you the full experience and my picture camera is shitty at taking night time photos but expect a lot of Tokyo pictures when Dan and I hit up the town sunday night. I spent my short night there walking around Shinjuku where I was bombarded with people, bright flashing signs and the buzz of a Tokyo evening. The Japanese definitely have a larger taste and tolerance for outside food than the Indians did as I've already seen tons of coffee shops, several Starbucks (I'm not sure I saw any in India, Irish Pubs, Italian and French restaurants, two McDonalds and a KFC (India did have both). After walking about a half a mile away from my hotel and then turning back I finally decided on a restaurant that for whatever reason spoke to me. The restaurant specialized in Chicken Wings which were prepared in a sweet soyish/teriyakiish sauce with a black pepper spice to them. They were delicious but not a lot of meet on each wing. They also had a mascot who was plastered all over everything and essentially was a man with chicken wings and a face that looked like a Japanese Peter Lorre. Seeing as how Japan is very expensive and I already blew a ton of money on just one cab ride I'm getting as many free souvenirs as I can so I took some chop sticks with a strange little comic of the Japanese Peter Lorre Chicken on the packaging. After that I had a quiet night doing some much needed laundry at a laundromat in which the washing machine automatically added detergent (thank you to the girl who helped my confused, American ass on that one).

In the morning I got up early, checked out and headed to Shinjuku station to take a train to Matsumoto. There a nice Japanese guy in a Dodger's hat who spoke just enough English to help me did just that. He helped me get an express ticket to Matsumoto and directed me to platform 10. On the train I sat at the back of a car with my bigger bags behind my chair. About 30 minutes into the two and a half hour train ride a gaggle of older Japanese women started saying something to me and after a minute of confusion I realized they were asking for my seat. While this wasn't perhaps the most polite and proper thing to do (something I have seen my share of here) I'm not the type of guy to refuse his seat to an old lady on the train. There were some other people who had just gotten on and so I thought, that's fine, I'm young, I can be a stander for a few stops if I have to be. However the next thing I now the rest of the standers moved passed me and found seats and there were no others on my car, or at least close to my bags, which I obviously wasn't about to leave. I stood for a while, then I sat on the ground between cars for a while, then finally I moved all of my bags to a new car which I believe was like a reserved business class, but no one hassled me. I bought peanuts and read my book for the rest of the trip.

I met up with Dan at his school, Aeon, which is on the fourth floor of a small mall attached to the Matsumoto Train Station. I also met his boss, a nice woman who is the only Japanese person I've met so far to speak English very well. I guess it was just American ignorance and arrogance in me that assumed that a more modern country like Japan would know English better than the Indians, but it is completely the opposite. Granted a lot of that has to do with things like call centers and the fact that the Japanese have been able to be so modern and successful without significant American influence, but still I am shocked at how few people seem to know English. Dan tells me that many of them know more than they let on and most of them can read and write like pros but that they are very shy and self-conscious about it. I'm still enjoying my interactions and getting by as well as can be expected.

Dan took me to his place, a nice apartment with a kitchen, a bedroom (though his bed is a mattress on the floor, as is Japanese custom, so perhaps it should be called a floor mattress room), a bathroom and a balcony located about a 15-20 minute walk from the station. I got settled and he had to go off to work, leaving me with instructions to get back to the station and the main road so I could entertain myself and meet him for lunch.

Fortunately Dan is right around the corner from the Matsumoto Museum of Art, so that was my first stop. Some of the art there was pretty nice but many of them felt good for maybe a storefront art gallery but not really museum worthy (not that I'm the person to judge such things). They did however wow me in the end (something I respect unwaveringly). As I entered their permanent exhibit there was a long hallway with another unimpressive series of art, but at the end of the hall there was a door with instructions that I assumed meant to enter. I was right. The first room was a small, long, red room with mirrors on the ceiling and side walls. The pristine, red carpet crept up the wall on the sides to a sort of shelf that met the mirror. On the shelf was a garden of semi-fungal, plush red things with white spots on them. As I looked into the mirror I saw an unending series of me's in an unending garden of red with white spots on both the floor and then upside-down on the ceiling. This was very cool. After a few minutes messing around in the mirror room I walked into the next room, a white room with big, colorful polka dots all over the floor, walls and ceiling with huge, inflated, plastic balloons of the same design. This room led to a mirrored room that reminded me of the final scene from Bruce Lee's last movie except that in the middle of it was a hexagon of mirrors with a single square hole in it and changing colored lights coming out of the hole. I looked into the hole to see that it was also mirrored on all sides inside except the floor which was covered in lights that changed pattern and color causing an infinite floor of changing lights. The whole thing was very cool and very unexpected after the fairly unimpressive paintings I had seen (though some were legitimately very good and cool).

As I walked back to the station to meet Dan for lunch I noticed that about a block or two of the street leading to the station has a PA system that plays electronic, Japanese versions of American songs. The first time I passed it I heard "It's Not Unusual" by Tom Jones and the second time some Marley song was playing (I forget which).

I met Dan for lunch and he took me to a sort of Japanese fast food place. It had a menu on the wall as you walked in with two vending machines with colors and prices (and obviously Japanese words that did us little good) that we had to match to the food we wanted. It was pretty affordable, about 5 bucks for a decent sized bowl of food and miso soup, though I ordered too much. The food was good though and Dan and I exchanged stories about Japan and India respectively. Then Dan took me to a store or two and showed me some Japanese stuff explaining their drinks, their dried fishy snacks (a Dave Newberg favorite), and their strangely easy to obtain porn that is commonly read in public.

Dan returned to work and I worked my way back to his place, checking out a super market, a drug store, a sports store and a video game store on the way back. I watched some children's shows which were pretty fun with Japan-ified muppets/costumed people, a segment with a white guy named Eric who sang to children and made snow cones with them teaching them some English. They also had very cool rube goldberg machines as segues, always revealing the title of the show and singing it's jingle at the end. Then I switched to sumo wrestling (like I could resist). Overall Japanese TV seems to be mostly game shows, a few cheesy soap operas, baseball and cartoons. They only have 6 channels (not what I expected) which each repeat making it seem like there are 12 channels.

The rest of the day I read and rested and watched TV. Dan and I walked to the famous Matsumoto castle and had dinner at a place called Gusto where when we were ready to order we pushed a button and our waitress was there in seconds (something America could use for sure).

Dan is piggy-backing a weak wifi signal and I've yet to find any success in getting wifi in any cafes or anything here just yet (one had it but I needed some kind of contract, I dunno, like I said the language barrier is thick here) so if I don't get pictures up, check back for updates. Speaking of updates there is a new, can't-miss video on the goodbye goa post.

The Orient Awaits

Ok, so after several hours more of traveling than I had planned for, a short stopover in the Bangkok (tee hee hee) airport and making the huge but honest mistake of taking a cab from the airport which is 75km from center Tokyo (whoops) and thus was way way WAY more than I wanted to pay, I have arrived safely in Japan. Anyways I'm too tired and too anxious to walk around the city to rewrite what I wrote during my layover in Bangkok so I'll just give it to you:

So here I sit, 6:45am Thai-Time in Bangkok. The flight was pretty nice, I ate food and watched a very cheezy Hindi movie called Victory about a cricketer (the english film was worse looking, a story about the guy who plays John Tucker in John Tucker must die falling in love with an Indian girl via phone from a call center) and slept straight through the last half of the flight literally right up to the time we taxied to the gate. Waking up in a sleepy confusion I went to the bathroom which I found oddly enough to be a single with a sliding door, at which point I noticed that my wallet was not in my pocket so I quickly ran back and got them to find it on the flight (phew!). Then when transferring a man at security checking my carry-on bags accidentally drooled into my bag a mistake that was embarrassing for him, gross for me and funny for both of us and I suppose could happen to any airline worker anywhere in the world later. I couldn't help but imagine an awkward white guy or one of the sassy, long-nailed black women who work in the DC airports doing the same thing and saying something like, "Oh I'm sorry shug!"

Hopefully I'll have the energy to do something fun tonight but I can make no promises. Regardless, in the morning I'll be hoppin' a train to Matsumoto where I'll be reuniting with everyone's favorite Engrish teacher. Expect lots of fun times from the both of us over the next 5 days.

From Mole to Mullet: Final Thoughts On India

As I sat in a cab between domestic and international airports, enjoying a beautiful sunset in Delhi accompanied by one of the better rainbows I've ever seen (all I could ask for from my 10 minute trip within the city) I couldn't help but think to myself about how absolutely, utterly perfect (a word I don't use lightly) this trip has been. That is until I got to the international airport and found out that for some reason our plane never came here from Tokyo, the flight is cancelled and they're putting me on a different flight connecting in Bangkok (tee hee hee) that will arrive in Tokyo about 7 hours later than I had planned. But other than this slight misstep the trip really has been perfect.

The gift of Denise's and her friends' experience, my fellow Ithacans in India, the kids at Adapt, the beautifully affordable shopping, the food, the fact that I haven't fallen deathly ill (knock on wood), the inexplicably great weather conditions (not too hot, not too rainy), the friends I've made, the things I've learned about myself and the world, Prasad and Reiki, and of course Goa, Goa, Goa! I honestly could not have asked for anything more. I couldn't have even really asked for all the things I've gotten without sounding greedy and unrealistic. I literally cannot think of a single thing that I would have changed about the trip, the timing and everything has been perfect (I didn't really get sick of Indian food until the last few days and was able to avoid it or have different, delicious, Goan cuisine). Every experience has been new and different and exciting and I'm continually having the feeling of "Wow! I can't believe today managed to top yesterday".

And it hasn't just been the big things, the stuff I've been writing about. There's so many little quirks and foibles that I haven't even managed to fit into the blog really. The Indian accent I've developed (which isn't so much an accent as a slowing of pace and mimicking of the different way they use English words and form sentences), the auto-ricks, the random misspellings (tyres and jewellery), the way the children treat me like a celebrity just because I'm white, the difference I felt from helping people who need it and appreciate it and the way I felt after helping out thankless beggars (not that I gave to them often or that they were all thankless but some were ridiculous in the way they'd beg and beg and beg and then completely shut off and walk off once they got from you), the way that people who want to know my name ask, "what is your good name sir?", the surprising joy people have shown towards me just for being from America (they like the US more than I do, and not just Indians, other travelers too), the way the Nigerians I met loved me because I mentioned Obama, oh and did I mention Goa! Goa! Goa! And finally the interesting hair I saw from my mole-man on the first flight to the worldly mullets (who knew they were so international) I saw both on a sketchy, obviously stoned out of his gourd Goan who tried to sell me drugs as well as on a nice young man on my flight to Delhi who could have been from any number of asian countries and who sported a legends of rock t-shirt and showed me his new Bob Marley tattoo.

Overall the thing that this trip has taught me most is that, while most places in the world have enough English for me to get by, the most universal language is a nice smile and a kind set of eyes. They have gotten me so much farther then I ever would have imagined and have instilled a new and stronger confidence in myself forever. Everyone told me before this trip about how it would change me and I'd come back a new man and I think the idea frightened me. I didn't want to change. I like who I am. I do have to admit though that while I'm still me I do feel slightly rejuvenated and improved, as if I've gone from Portman Gold to Portman Platinum Plus. It feels good and I hope that India is just the first in a long series of exciting and adventurous travels throughout my lifetime.