After nearly two hours by flight me, Johan and Björn landed on Okinawa, home of Miyagi-san and Hatori Hanzo. With a clear sky and heat that makes Tokyo feel like Alaska the one thing we had in our minds was to find a beach. After a brief walk in the maincity, Naha, we realised the beach sucked hästballe and took a cab to Manza Beach (it´s easy to travel in Okinawa, just need a map and then close your eyes and point out the destination). The beach was really nice but the best part with Manza we found out later in the evening. Close to the beach you can find a place called Mixed Peace Bar, owned by really nice, laidback Okinawan people. After spending an hour drinking and trying to communicate in english and with the few words of japanes we know western people started to fill up the bar. Apperently not very far from Manza there is a big hotel where people from all over the world is working. One night the bar consisted of 13 different nationalities.
Being in Japan for more then a month without visiting a hospital was of course too much to ask for. So, one day, at the Manza Beach a stone decided to penetrate my foot and use it as home. It took the doctors 20 minutes to remove it. The best part is that they didn´t remove it. Two weeks after the accident I still had pain when walking so I went to the hospital here in Saitama with Moki-san, the guesthouse manager, who accted as my translator. It turned out that the fuck-up-Okinawa-doctors sent me home with a stone big as a small raisin still inside my foot. It´s gonna be exciting to see if my insurance will cover this, going to a hospital in Japan is far beyond cheap.
Back to Okinawa: After alot of beer and a with a few Yen left in our pockets we decided to leave for Naha. We found out that 75% of all american soldiers in Japan are based on Okinawa. Very unfair if you consider that the people here had to suffer the most during World War II. And of course all Okinawans assumed that we were americans and you could feel that hate. Most used sentence in Okinawa: Amerika-jin ja arimasen, sweden-jin desu. (Not americans, swedish). Naha was a bit boring so we went to Mibaru Beach instead and had our white skin transformed to a deep redish colour. Enjoyed alot of good japanese food and had our first earthquake experience. Wooha.
Other experinces in Okinawa was watching a mongoose beat a seasnake in a swimming contest. Japanese people know how to amuse themselves. We also went to one of the biggest aquariums in the world, Ocean Expo Park. Amazing to watch whalesharks (6 meters long) swimming around next to mantarays, hundreds of stingrays and huge fish.
Sadly there will be no pictures from Okinawa. My camera broke just before leaving from Tokyo and Björns disappeared under mysterious circumstances.
And please don´t forget, never shake your baby! (Learned from the AFN channel, American military channel for the soldiers based on Okinawa)
Friday, 17 August 2007
The heat is killing me
Long time since i last updated the blog. The weather in Tokyo is unbelievable, around 35-39 C, wich makes you really lazy. According to the japanese people I´ve spoken with the heat is gonna last for one more month. Omfg.
Most days have been spent sleeping untill noon, go to school for a couple of hours and then try to find something to eat. Weekends consits of even more eating and drinking. Thank you CSN!
One saturday a couple of weeks ago Gousha, a polish girl who lived in the guesthouse, had her birthday. We decided to go to a restaurant in Shibuya, The Lock Up, sort of horror-theme-eat-and-drink-place. The dining rooms were decorated to look like a prision cell and one time during our stay they turned of the lights and a couple of crazy japanese in ghost outfits started to run around and s
cream. The food was kind of crappy but with a free bar who cares? After that we found a really nice restaurant and had a couple of drinks before some of us left for The Womb, a nightclub also located in Shibuya with mostly house and trance music. The trains in Tokyo doesn´t go at night so you have to wait for the first one in the morning if you desided to spend the night out, that means you gonna be home at 7.30 am. By then you are shotto tired.
Becuase of a nice, wellearned (?) three-week-summerholiday we made up plans to go to Okinawa.
Most days have been spent sleeping untill noon, go to school for a couple of hours and then try to find something to eat. Weekends consits of even more eating and drinking. Thank you CSN!
One saturday a couple of weeks ago Gousha, a polish girl who lived in the guesthouse, had her birthday. We decided to go to a restaurant in Shibuya, The Lock Up, sort of horror-theme-eat-and-drink-place. The dining rooms were decorated to look like a prision cell and one time during our stay they turned of the lights and a couple of crazy japanese in ghost outfits started to run around and s
cream. The food was kind of crappy but with a free bar who cares? After that we found a really nice restaurant and had a couple of drinks before some of us left for The Womb, a nightclub also located in Shibuya with mostly house and trance music. The trains in Tokyo doesn´t go at night so you have to wait for the first one in the morning if you desided to spend the night out, that means you gonna be home at 7.30 am. By then you are shotto tired.Becuase of a nice, wellearned (?) three-week-summerholiday we made up plans to go to Okinawa.
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