Wednesday, January 19, 2011

and then I loved Melbourne...

St. Kilda: A blustery beach day


MELBOURNE city center.
























Yes, this really happened. A day trip out to Grampians National Park: lots of Simian Mobile Disco disco disco disco, lots of hiking, and lots of... well... to be totally honest, a lot of picture taking--- although it was only during private reflection that I discovered a) I'm shit for 'nature' photography, and b) rock formations--- even when 'enhanced' with fancy camera settings-- are still. just. rocks. In other words, cliff-sides don't look any cooler in sepia tone, or with extended flash times... I now know this, and won't torture any of you with further attempts at 'artsiness.' 
I digress. Post disco dance party (while seated in a 12-person van, mind you)-- post bushwalking, and post lame photo opts: we saw kangaroos. And sweet Christ, this one had a little baby Roo. Insert wild squealing h  e  r  e.

My neighborhood...

Other Melbourne highlights include-- but in no way are limited to: biking this totally manageable, incredibly flat city 




Working a rad beer bar with a rad beer slingin' crew
Bar party--- en route to various vineyard/breweries though the Yarra Valley



Oh.
And some serious
summer-time-fun-time....




Thursday, October 14, 2010

and then i stopped blogging because i suck.

Haven't been writing, as the 'vacation phase' is over-- and the 'getting shit together phase' has been in full gear. In short? I love it here. Love it love it love it love it. This is exactly where I needed to be, and at exactly the right moment.
In the first week, I've managed to sort out: new banking account. new cell phone. new home. new job. and, while it's taking a bit more time *naturally then the rest of it--- new friends are in the making.

Today I went to the park with a new pal from New Zealand--- then house hunted with my favorite new German guy: Thomas. If things tomorrow morning work out, we'll be living together, with another gal from Sydney--- merely 5 minutes from the beach, and 10 minutes from the 'city center'--- where I now sling cocktails for Aussies.

Oh my god, i love it here. More to come... someday maybe?

Sunday, October 3, 2010

and then i was straight chillin'

Color me ready and waiting folks.

I'm officially watching the clock. Sitting here at (go on, judge) Starbucks-- where the coffee still sucks, but the internet is free... Tonight? Probably some celebratory beers, followed by some necessary packing... then tomorrow: a flight to Tokyo, then to Gold Coast, then finally to Melbourne.

In short, I'll be living at various airports for the next two days--- The good news: after innumerable years purchasing spontaneous flights to the other side of the globe- I've finally developed my

'How-to-not-feel-totally-disgusting-after-37+-hours-showerless-in-airplanes' survival pack.
Are you ready? The secrets I'm about to reveal may in fact blow your fucking mind.

* tooth brush and paste. total life saver.
* lotion--- skin gets soooo dry with all that circulated plane air
* an extra pair of clean underwear. incredible.
*2 or 3 half finished novels-- assuming you can't find a Vogue in english anywhere
* that just-dusted-off journal. you know, for any last minute fits of introspection.
*and finally-- for that long-awaited arrival at 'THE' destination? some mascara and lip gloss. duh.

who says I'm not the nest building nurturing type! go fuck yourself!

sweaty and wasted. and apparently with a knife?
Fun times with ipod lights and exposed flash settings....
Some last minute pics--- good times with good people. I'll save the 'Japan In Conclusion' blog for one of my many layovers tomorrow... I'll have a lot of time to 'process, filter and regurgitate.'

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

and then i spent my birthday in my suit...

Took off for Beppu.
Two hours southeast of Fukouka---- renown for its onsen. The entire town essentially sits on hot springs. I had hours and hours there, and really only made it to two out of the dozen onsen spread about.

I’d decided beforehand that it was due time to spend a birthday solo, and naked--- and now having done so, I recommend it to everyone. 

Oh, and if possible, have some birthday ramen. 

Understandably so, cameras aren’t allowed in public bathhouses, so I have no photographic evidence of this day--- only back muscles free of knots, and a mind free of stress.

 Ah, and after close inspection, I believe I located a wrinkle on my forehead.

 26 years old….
Not bad, ol’ gal, not bad at all.

Later that night, I returned to Fukuoka, where friends surprised me at the train station (birthday whiskey tucked under their jackets)—and took me out for diner.

We returned home afterwards, to rooftop drinks, more food--- and this:

A wonderful, homemade chocolate cake--- complete with an ‘E’ across the top. (Thank you Fumi!) 

Australia in ONE week folks. Stay tuned.



Tuesday, September 28, 2010

and then i nerded out in Nagasaki

Here’s a healthy dose of history for y’all.
Check it out: Nagasaki.

Opened by the Portuguese in 1571. Flourished as a busy trading port/center for Christian missionary activities. In 1641, after the adoption of a national ban on Christianity and the expulsion of the Portuguese, the Dutch trading post and Chinese settlement in Nagasaki became Japan’s only points of contact with the outside world. The monopoly lasted for more than 200 years and created in Nagasaki a unique blend of cultures, and a liberal atmosphere unheard of in other parts of the country.

Then, at 11:02 am on August 9th, 1945 (3 days after Hiroshima) the USA dropped yet another A-bomb. This time, killing over 75,000 of Nagasaki’s 240,000 population. Over 70% of the bomb’s victims were women, children, and senior citizens. Another 75,000 were injured and it is estimated that that number again have subsequent died as a result of the blast. Anyone out in the open within two km of the epicenter suffered severe burns from the heat of the explosion; even four km away exposed skin was burnt. Everything within a one km radius of the explosion was destroyed, and the resultant fires burnt out almost everything within a four km radius. A third of the city was wiped out.




Let me break it down some more:
Total population of Nagasaki: 240,000
Dead: 73,884
Injured: 74,909
Homeless: 120,820
Damaged houses within 4 km radius: 18,409
Totally destroyed houses within 4 km radius: 11,574 (1/3 of all houses in city)






Despite being ½ the size, Nagasaki’s Atomic Bomb Museum somehow sunk in deeper then Hiroshima’s museum. It felt more personal---- more horribly intimate. Hiroshima had larger collections, larger exhibits, and even more testimonies… but Nagasaki… maybe its exhibits were more powerful in their simplicity? Maybe less was somehow more? I’m not sure. But it was incredible.



Peace Statue (in Peace Park)--- completed in 1955, 10 years after the atomic bombing. It’s by far the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. Regardless, the raised arm points to the threat of nuclear weapons, and the out-stretched arm symbolizes peace.










Fukusai-ji Temple: a former national treasure--- build by a Chinese Zen priest in 1628. 20 years later, the temple was dedicated to the goddess of Mercy, Kannon, in order to make the temple prosper. The A-bomb completely destroyed the original temple, along with its precious cultural inheritance—thus in 1979, it was rebuilt--- in the shape of a giant turtle, with an 18 meter-high figure of the goddess Kannon on its back. At 11:02 am daily—the exact time of the explosion, a bell tolls from the temple.


26 martyrs memorial:
26 Christians were crucified here in 1957, during Japan’s most brutal crackdown on Christianity. Of those remembered: 6 Spanish friars, and 20 Japanese—the youngest being boys aged 12 and 13.





Glover Garden!
After traveling to Nagasaki from Scotland, Thomas Blake Glover built a house on the hill in Minami-Yamate in 1863. At the time, Nagasaki was vibrant with the energy of people looking toward a new dawn for Japan. Here were the merchants from across the seas, pursuing dreams of fortune; the revolutionaries seeking an end to the Shogunate; and the youth of Japan eager to study the West. Today---- over a century later, the memories of Glover’s life here with his wife and children remain, untouched, along with the homes of the merchants who lived in Nagasaki. In short, you can explore a bunch of European style mansions from the city’s pioneering Meiji period. Factor in the fact that they’re all situated on a hillside overlooking the sea, and surrounded by incredible gardens/goldfish ponds—and it becomes a super cool way to waste the afternoon.






and then I made it to Kyushu

Fukuoka:



My first stop on Kyushu—the third largest and southernmost of the four major islands of Japan. I’ve rejoined my buddy from Tokyo, and am using his place as a launching pad of sorts--- I’ve only got a few days left on my rail pass (aka: FREE FAST travel to ANYWHERE), so I’ve been waking up around 8 every morning, running to the nearest train—and exploring nonstop until nightfall, when I return back to Fukouka, and crack into some scotch with my pal.

Wait: I need to gush for a second.
Japan’s train system: UN-fucking-believable. I thought Europe’s rails were impressive. Compared to Japan, they’re ancient bumbling excuses for cross-country travel. Japanese trains are faster then the speed of sound. Well, almost. It takes 5 hours to get from Fukuoka to Tokyo. FIVE HOURS. Tokyo to Kyoto? 2 ½ hours. Kyoto to Osaka? .06 minutes. The trains run basically every 4 minutes, and are NEVER late. I can judge where I’m at in my travels based on what time it is. If my train is set for Kyoto at 14:43, and my watch says 14:41? We’re not there yet. Should you ever decide to visit Japan, get a JR Pass before hand—as it is absolutely incredible. I simply show up at the station, find where the next train departs (max, I’ve had to wait 10 minutes), flash my JR Pass on the way in, bypass the crowds, climb aboard, find a seat, store my backpack, and turn on some Sabbath. Done and done.

That said, my current location is pretty convenient. I spent a full day exploring Fukuoka--- a super chill city. It’s warm here, with an almost Mediterranean feel. While there are no exceptional ‘tourist attractions,’ this is a city you simply wander around to soak up ‘the vibe.’ Fukuoka has about a billion restaurants, and 8 billions bars--- thus is has a pretty wild nightlife. Even my guidebook from 1998 states: ‘The people of Fukuoka like to drink, and know how to have a good time.’ Looks like I found my people.

This building is built like a mountain! Sorta cool right? Maybe?

City scene.


Motsunabe. Basically: miso soup and pig bone, simmered with veggies and intestine. Like, oh my god like wow.

and then we saw some really bizarre stuff....

Omishima Island:


Me and J: our mutual love for ice cream

Hilly little guy, situated within the inland sea--- Houses the mountain god’s Oyamatsumijinja Shrine—which once commanded quite a bit of respect from pirates. An armor collection was built up in the shrine’s treasure house; including more then half the armor in Japan; 80% of the armor and helmets designated as National Treasures are held here. Basically? A whole bunch of samurai swords!

The one pic I could score before getting yelled at by an incredibly intense security dude.

In the building next door lies a boat used by Emperor Hirohito during his marine science ‘investigations,’ and the guys sick collection of pickled/calcified/jarred sea creatures.

Again, the sole picture I snapped before getting yelled at by yet another--- even more intense security dude. Jesus people! They're just swords and crabs! Take it easy!