<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22649090</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:28:37.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueyennie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22649090/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueyennie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15390774989389614276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22649090.post-5796787202950518748</id><published>2007-03-18T00:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:51:13.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday trip</title><content type='html'>A couple of months back I realised my dad was turning 60 in March 07 and decided back then I'd make it back to Brunei to spend it with him and my family. In the last 15 years, our family hasn't really made a big deal about each other's birthdays and the organisation of my dad's party was quite last minute and almost didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers pulled off a nice and simple chinese banquet dinner for my dad with our extended family, dad's old friends and work mates joining in the celebrations. They even managed to pump out some side splitting speeches put together at the last minute picking at my dad's loud personality and funny quirks. When it came time for my dad's speech my aunty and myself were worried he might go on and on. We clapped and laughed loudly trying to wrap him up! "ok!! finish oredi???". He managed to keep it semi short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048869140305989570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RhEvu6lez8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/B7dlwH9CFlk/s320/IMG_4860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday noodles - eating to long life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048869144600956882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RhEvvKlez9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/_5__Myzvxf4/s320/IMG_4915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad... and my mum putting on a brave face while he rambles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this picture even though it makes me shake my head hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048871545487675394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RhEx66le0AI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3w3HrOR7LDo/s320/IMG_4898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048871558372577314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RhEx7qle0CI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-CaPp1I2X3I/s320/IMG_4899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048869161780826098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RhEvwKlez_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/3Wv1wxQR2zo/s320/IMG_4921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048871562667544626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RhEx76le0DI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Ijd6Fb_vGz4/s320/IMG_4924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048871549782642706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RhEx7Kle0BI/AAAAAAAAAQA/D8OEM3kbhns/s320/IMG_4932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Highlight of any great family gathering - BABIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048869153190891490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RhEvvqlez-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/P9gFMPvYTqE/s320/IMG_4985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048873486812893250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RhEzr6le0EI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WtRPNJ8s6mE/s320/IMG_5024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dad's family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The dinner was kind of supposed to be a surprise but we all got confused and just couldn't be bothered keeping it super secret in the end. So dad knew we were going out for dinner with some family but didn't realise that my brothers had invited a lot of his friends and was surprised at how big the dinner turned out to be. He seemed to have had a great time and is always happy when the family gets together. Despite my dad's casual outward guise, not fussing about family events, according to my mum we'd be surprised at how much it means to him when we make a fuss about spending time with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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Middle front of the stage. All set for the BoyZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034747123403506450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/Rd8D1WBiwxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0zi_RxclevM/s400/IMG_4664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;First up was Kci &amp; JoJo. Wow... it was really them! That distinctive "woooooOoo" of Kci was really coming from that tiny Metros stage. These fellas were energetic and lively getting the crowd revved up with their classic hits but JoJo was particularly stirring with his pelvic giration and wandering hands. They sang some oldies, new ones and even Jodeci hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know when you go through a season with certain songs, subjecting them to countless repetitions... Well I've been going through a period with this oldie "Lately". At the concert, Kci uttered the first few lines &lt;em&gt;"Lately I've had the strangest feeling......"&lt;/em&gt; *shriek* "Oh my gawd Bonnie they're singing it!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/Rd8D1mBiwyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zIQ9rqgTzAs/s1600-h/IMG_4680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034747127698473762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/Rd8D1mBiwyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zIQ9rqgTzAs/s400/IMG_4680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then came the Boyzz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034748351764153154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/Rd8E82Biw0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/T1LbvCMTDU0/s400/IMG_4698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was our second outing to a Boyz2Men concert and despite the show being very similar to the first one we saw, we were still so giddy and excited (like school girls) to see and hear them in the flesh. We were in the back row the last time (right next to the lighting guy) but this time they were singing directly to us as they lent over the stage! The Boyz were singing directly to us!! Just like we used to imagine pop stars would when we were flighty primary schoolers. Well I don't think I ever saw them as heart throbs but I always used to sing really loudly to their songs and I remember standing right by the TV with my brother a good 12 years ago belting out 'End of the Road' while it played on Video Hits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037349870681115522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RehDBLNOy4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/FjTGohJlTgQ/s400/IMG_4697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Boyz2Men sing-a-long&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034751384011064162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/Rd8HtWBiw2I/AAAAAAAAANI/LdlSKrV40Y0/s400/IMG_4688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034751392600998786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/Rd8Ht2Biw4I/AAAAAAAAANY/jUcN5NKwLfE/s400/IMG_4695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They still got the moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034751401190933394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/Rd8HuWBiw5I/AAAAAAAAANg/6xKF5fqzNO8/s400/IMG_4696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035466397281600434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/ReGSAmBiw7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/NXVVk5EsjmM/s400/IMG_4690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035466401576567746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/ReGSA2Biw8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/qnP1CKGSoVs/s400/IMG_4691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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My jaw dropped! Marina is quite the culinary queen and I guess I shouldn't be surprised but her nicely set table made me so excited to taste what she was servin' up!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Chan's hosted a colourful Chinese New Year at their place a couple of weeks back, serving chicken rice (with all the yummy condiments), young coconut juice, grass jelly with fruits and chinese snackies for us to take home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031024628988431218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RdHKPpsYy3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/r7hqsMlXm3k/s400/IMG_4569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making good use of their label maker "**GONG XI FATT CHAI**"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031028558883507074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RdHN0ZsYy4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cdcznsjMpII/s400/IMG_4574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colourful yee sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031028571768408994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RdHN1JsYy6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/MDfWp0d9SRA/s400/IMG_4577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rui adding the random crunchy condiments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RdHN05sYy5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aCzuzibmDLI/s1600-h/IMG_4583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031028567473441682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RdHN05sYy5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aCzuzibmDLI/s400/IMG_4583.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031029469416573874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RdHOpZsYy7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/UF2mPsieFYk/s400/IMG_4588.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Low hey!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031032316979891154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RdHRPJsYy9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/71AmPr6NUQw/s400/IMG_4593.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello Chans!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031037921912212466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RdHWVZsYy_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/CdxV9Kic9-k/s320/IMG_4590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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We've been swimming, running and cycling a couple of times each week to get ourselves ready for the March 4 race and I'm really glad we've done as much as we have since December. It may not be a super tight regime but it's still something and we're slowly building a healthy attitude towards our fitness and gaining confidence in our ability to actually do this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I discovered:&lt;br /&gt;Running - I think..my worst, although I can now jog for 30 minutes straight. VERY slowly but it's 30 minutes of uninterrupted cardio. Yen's at like.. 45 minutes! Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;Cycling - 10 kms on your bike passes SO quickly. You don't realise how far you can actually go on your bike.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming - I can swim 100 m non stop, every session. Where as 200 m-300 m I could swim only at the training session when the trainer is looking at you and other girls are hitting your toes as they catch up to you in the lane. Swimming cap and goggle makes SO much difference to speed and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the actual triathlon, there's a &lt;a href="http://www.womenstriathlon.com.au"&gt;tri-course&lt;/a&gt; designed to help you train up for the race and where you get tips on technique and just time allocated in your week to actually run, swim or cycle. You're supposed to have at least one other session in your own time to train for each of the events. It's quite a crazy amount of training, especially for someone who's never really even had a regular physical activity regime since I was in year 8. Anyway, it would have been way more difficult if Yen wasn't there to go swimming and cycling with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The triathlon and tri-course is for women only and it's also structured for those who have never competed in a triathlon before so the vibe in these training sessions are pretty relaxed. We still get that motivating push from the trainers but it's still a very easy going environment. Some of the girls would ask each other "What made you get into this?". Most girls had similar goals, which were to be fit and of course be able to finish the race. Yen had done the course last year and was saying how good she felt being active and I thought it would be a good opportunity for us to encourage each other. So not only was fitness and training with Yen the motivations but I think after getting back from Japan I felt like I needed to run around in the wide open spaces! I have a picture of a dog running around trying to get air in it's hair after a bath. hehehe They go mental! But yeah, in terms of Japan, moving from one crowded boxed in place to another does something to you I guess. Makes you wanna shake out your dusty limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024219981644539922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RbmddC9XqBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Yxu6vmsuOO4/s200/IMG_4496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024222386826225698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RbmfpC9XqCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ks7-OHqoP78/s200/IMG_4505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our tri-singlet. It's a bit hardcore. I think I'll save it for race day. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024222395416160306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/Rbmfpi9XqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5DA7R49OCLU/s200/IMG_4495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our swimming instructor told us to write our names on our caps only because there are so many of us at the one session (around 30?). Since mine was black I had to make do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024222421185964114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RbmfrC9XqFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0RSHXZKwbjA/s200/IMG_4501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I actually started eating power bars! I've always pictured the hard core beefcakes with thick necks, arms and popping veins chowing these down, but look at me I'm eating them too! Not beefcakey nor veiny. The tri-course booklet outlines appropriate snacks you should have straight after your training session. They list things like yoghurt and fruit, 750 mL gatorade, sports bar etc.. I just figured sports bars are lot easier to carry around with your when it's hot rather than yoghurt and fruit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The container thingie is this powdered drink thing that's also great for recovery after a training session. It's kind of nasty but you get used to it and I only bought it because I couldn't find powered gatorade, but I've since been shown where it is in Coles! This bucket of powdered energy I bought is sooo expensive. It's like two and a half times more expensive than the powdered gatorade! I didn't know that until later so I figure I got swindled, although I admit it does help you not feel as buggered the next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024222412596029506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/Rbmfqi9XqEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6h3dVeOI56Y/s200/IMG_4491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my wheels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So the two little Yens have...just over 5 weeks to prep for the upcoming race. Holy Moly. That's so soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We can do it, Yen! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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Nice and chill. BBQ, champers, sparklers and pictionary were key! I love house parties because is a much more relaxed affair not to mention you get to play games, eat bbq, make a good cuppa and you have a choice of chattering about fun mindless fluff or properly catch up with your best buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Choongs' are great hosts with their welcoming, open arms and smiley faces! There's also always bound to be good food at the Choongs', this time we were treated to satays and pandan kaya cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018414973822409634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RaT91Hovm6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/6UJCUdf9YG4/s320/IMG_4382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;More teeth Choong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018416644564687794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RaT_WXovm7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/jmb_dcvpnRA/s320/IMG_4385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018419049746373586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RaUBiXovm9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/rrABRsk60pI/s320/IMG_4387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As always all of us ate more than our fair share, but there was just so much good food and dessert to follow. Eat well and be merry.. and merry we were, most especially when we got stuck into the pictionary and charades. I love pictionary and remember that first and only set I got for my... 12th birthday and I inscribed it with "This belongs to Sue-Yen Yong", as I did with everything else I owned! Anyway, I digress, so after Christine and I dished out a sneaky arse-whoopin' the others retired to a game of charades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018425208729476114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RaUHI3ovnBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iHgwEsNdruI/s320/pictionary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018424229476932610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RaUGP3ovnAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/q5gQTfQ971o/s320/IMG_4406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mule: "Nnngg!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018417812795792322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RaUAaXovm8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/JI67xnQ7NW0/s320/IMG_4404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; dishin' out a CAINING to the boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018420604524534754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RaUC83ovm-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0d8EKlpe4GA/s320/IMG_4389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christine and her basket of delights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018421875834854386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RaUEG3ovm_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/KgTPD5yyfIc/s320/IMG_4403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and Happy New Year :) Cheers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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What an exciting journey you guys have ahead of you. Not only are you guys starting on that adventure of being a married couple but also trekking into (semi) unknown territory in Canada-town to set up a new life. It's amazing you guys managed to pull off a beautiful and seamless wedding day AND be able to move your all you sh*t all the way across the globe. Props to you both!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Ceremony @ St. Thomas More Catholic Church**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014938794330714738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="389" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RZikQ15ocnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/diXyV3BQQZc/s400/IMG_4260.JPG" width="285" border="0" /&gt;She looked absolutely stunning. Saj is one lucky fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014951138066723474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="389" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RZivfV5ocpI/AAAAAAAAADE/z9aTeUHq4cM/s400/IMG_4265.JPG" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The couple getting married in Bethlehem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**Reception @ AQWA**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015010288356324018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RZjlSV5ocrI/AAAAAAAAADg/wSmZVx14JKg/s400/IMG_4304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ceremony was met with a beautiful clear day and during the reception at the Perth Aquarium the lovely couple were treated to an amazing view of the sunsetting *tear*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015763780238865170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RZuSlV5ocxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/W-K6v5B2JaQ/s400/IMG_4299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016476328962529442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RZ4apIv3mKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eMdX5nPn43A/s320/IMG_4340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016478064129317042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RZ4cOIv3mLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UkV8HNmL07g/s320/IMG_4307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015762139561358082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="386" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RZuRF15ocwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8TNO6l8QcSA/s400/IMG_4326.JPG" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016472880103790738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RZ4XgYv3mJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KtMOzUeX4sU/s320/IMG_4351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015023190438081250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="374" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RZjxBV5ocuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HOzJAtQupTw/s400/IMG_4361.JPG" width="274" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015760043617317618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="271" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyt30azu3Qs/RZuPL15ocvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CZyVi0fnQuA/s400/IMG_4375.JPG" width="364" border="0" /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Best of luck in your travels and new endeavours guys. I'm excited to read your updates on blog and oogle at the pretty pictures! I'm hoping to come and visit soon!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have fun on your honeymoon, love birds :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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I had a moment on the noisy bus where I was thinking all of these sounds and scenery will be gone soon so I had to savour it all. I think part of me was really tired of the burden of my luggage so I was kind of happy that time was moving quickly but I had to make myself chill out for a second and absorb where I was and what was happening. There wasn't much time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanako and her mum have been so hospitable during my stay at their apartment. I was so grateful for everything they had done and it was sad to say goodbye but I had a feeling I would see Kanako again. Hopefully she'll be making another trip to Perth sometime soon! I said goodbye to them early in the morning and took a train to Osaka where I'd spent the rest of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my stuff away wandered around and ended up buying more stuff to add to the too much luggage I had! Walking around Osaka for a whole morning it's hard to avoid those alluring shops and their wonderful goods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime quickly came and I met up with Cindy, Emi and Yuki for a bite to eat at the Elephant Cafe. I was really bummed that our previously arranged meet-up was cancelled because I fell ill so I was really happy all the girls free for the arvo. Cindy has been a rather busy lady and how lucky I was to get a tiny slot in her schedule that day! hahaha girl your schedule's that full you'll need a PA to book your appointments! Thanks for hanging out for one last eating, chatting and insane laughing session. We had a good ab work out with all that boistrous laughing teehee ;) Hope to catch up with you girls some day soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4936/232/1600/821730/IMG_3623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4936/232/400/390095/IMG_3623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4936/232/1600/114866/IMG_3622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4936/232/400/855522/IMG_3622.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Emi, Cindy &amp; Yuki&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4936/232/400/583659/IMG_3628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After lunch, I met up with Taro (fellow Sanda resident) and his gym buddies Tai and Ayaka for afternoon tea. On to another eating and drinking place we went and then to another. Osaka is just jam packed with great places to check out, which can be daunting but also kind of exciting cos our appetites and curiousity for great cuisine are just insatiable!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Supper time slowly creeped along and I had to say goodbye to Taro, Tai and Ayaka and meet up with Takako and Risa who'd just finished work at the Sanda GEOS School. I was staying at Takako's place tonight, which is in Sakai city, not too far from Osaka. We got to her place, dropped off my crap and headed out to eat again. We had... er.. I'm not sure what it's called but under all the meat is udon. The whole dish is heated up on the table, meat mixed around and cooked with the udon. Very tasty - like everything else! Nothing's bad... cept japanese-chinese food.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4936/232/400/386182/IMG_3635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After heading out of the restaraunt, we had one last little stroll around the ominous streets of Sakai. We got home, cleaned up and I got a sneak peek at Takako's family's kimono making shop. If I remember correctly, the little factory has been in operation for the last 2 generations and now Takako's mum sews and designs the kimonos along with a few other workers they employ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The traditionally made kimono, as opposed to the mass produced ones sold at clothing chains, are completely handmade. Everything is done in such a raw, organic and painstaking way you can't just look at a handmade kimono and make a judgement about it in a second. There were a few bits of trivia I knew about the process of making and keeping a kimono but I learnt a few more things that just blew my mind. One that sticks out in my mind is that all the girls in the workshop, including Takako's mum cut the fabric freehand. No lines, no rulers, no templates. They sketch the kimono design and just have to imagine what the pieces that have to fit together will look like. It's absolute madness! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4936/232/400/317662/IMG_3644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the little tour, I had a big packing session that lasted til the wee hours. I would have liked to spend a bit more time with the Takako and Risa having a girly chat and poke fun at each other but the packing had to be done...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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I haven't been before and it's never really been something I would prioritise to go and visit. My kiddy theme park days were over, I thought, so I was rather surprised at myself for going to Universal Studios Japan AND having a really good time. It kind of reminded me of Vegas, minus the seediness, because you're transported into a completely different world . Everywhere you look it's gimmickey or whizz!bang! or bright, happy &amp; animated! You just can't help get excited and your inner child just springs out to surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4936/232/400/611492/IMG_3474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From the moment I looked at the train... oh there was excitement from that point on! Yippee Sesame Streeeeet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4936/232/1600/21940/IMG_3481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4936/232/400/89547/IMG_3481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was Halloween season and USJ was the place to be for ghosts and ghouls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A Japanese staple, more commonplace than rice... Hello Kitty and Daniel-san!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cirque du Soliel-esque Halloween Parade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The parade was full of brightly coloured and outlandish characters walking in the parade and prancing around the stage. From fabulous to ghastly - all very cool but I loved the guy in the pumpkin with a baby pumpkin puppet on his hand and also the candies walking around on legs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4936/232/400/18066/IMG_3513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before you enter any ride it tells you the approximate wait time so to be able to get through several rides you pretty much have to stay at USJ for the entire day. For Jaws it was 35 minutes, T2 it was 30 minutes but for Spiderman it was 50 minutes! Geez. You seriously end up spending up to seventy percent of your time in the line. That Spiderman line was a crazy LOONNG line that extended around then left then right and through various rooms and sets. It's very cleverly designed in that the whole time you're waiting you're making your way through the publishing house set where Clark Kent worked. There is constantly something interesting to look at as you make your journey to the ride's starting point. The Spiderman ride was probably the best ride and I think I got too excited about the ride and buying the merchandise I just completely forgot to snap a photo of the complex. The ride made me "WOOAHHH!!", "acckk!!" and "Coooool!" my head off it was soo awesome! Worth that 50 minute wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Arnie in Japanese&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Back to the Future!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3536.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jaws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Water World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The very last ride we decided to hop on was the Jurassic Park ride. You can't miss the roars that eminate from the "jungle" and it makes you curious as to how freaked out you could get! Just as you enter the ride there are a line of vending machines dispensing plastic ponchos (at a hefty price mind you of 500 yen = $7 aussie). We hesistated because it didn't seem like anyone else got one but thinking that they must be there for some good reason we decided to don the dorky ponchos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another 40 minute wait and in we went into a carraige and sat right at the front... where ALL the action is. We floated off and we immediately felt freaked out... well I did because I was right at the edge. There's nothing to shield me! When the dinosour comes out to get the carraige I'll be the first to go! We sailed through the calm areas with the peaceful herbivors and then we hear sirens and approach the DANGER ZONE. Carnivore territory! Woohoo! Rebecca &amp; I were soo scared we went mental laughing at ourselves! So along we went through the DANGER ZONE and into pitch black. All you could hear were the sirens, our laughing cries and the occasional roar! At the end of the darkness was a massive T-Rex that extended out to us and as that is making you scream your lungs out you free fall down a slide, skid wildly into the water and out of danger! Phew! I had a good long scream down that slide it was great! Like letting off lots of steam. Again! Again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In most of the rides, snap shots are taken of you while you're on the ride, usually during the really scary or exciting bits. I kind of feels like you're getting flashed by a speed camera. 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Booo! So I've just jammed the weekend into one blog. The weekend was great getting to meet up and catch up with people I hadn't seen for awhile. It was also the start of the goodbyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; night, the Okaba (neighbourhood peeps) crew met up for some last minute yakiniku. Taro's gym friend, Ayano, works for this yakiniku place called Kojun, which served THE BEST Kobe beef I've EVER EVER tasted. It was soft, fatty and melted in your mouth. The whole dinner was just meat!! Rousu cuts, calbee cuts, tongue and livers... wow.. it was fantastic! One of the guys, Dan, is a true yakiniku king and he was dishing out orders of what meats to put on the grill next and that the meats shouldn't be mixed up (rousu &amp;amp; calbee - they're different cuts of the beef and one is softer and fattier than the other. Looks almost exactly the same!). As full on as he was I got a good meat appreciation lesson that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; I moved out of my apartment. I'd packed all my crap up and brought it to work that day. I thought I'd be ok lugging it to and from the train stations but it was tough! I never remembered my suitcases being THAT heavy to handle. I had to stop every few metres to take a rest. These old bones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had one more week to go in Japan so I stayed at a friend, Kanako's, guest apartment in Takarazuka. Kanako's family used to live in that apartment but moved to another one just down the road and now keeps it for when her dad's business partners or clients come to the area. It was spacey, comfy and closer to most things than my Gosha apartment was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that night after work, I had dinner with Kanako and her mum and they showed me around the area so that I could get around myself. It was strange to think I'd moved out! Yeeks. I was feeling a little uncomfortable about the fact that I had to learn how to get used to another area as well as be super organised for the week to come but I was really grateful to have been able to stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to mention it was my last day at work. It wasn't so climactic or dramatic or emotional. It was just another day. I went to work and then I left. It was so normal it was strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; was my teacher's calligraphy exhibition day! For the past few weeks my calligraphy sensei has been collating his students' work and preparing them for display. I've always liked the look of Japanese and Chinese calligraphy but now I can understand a little better why certain pieces look the way they do or appreciate how good a certain brush stroke is. I spent the afternoon in the small exhibition area walking around and looking at the art and serving tea and snacks to guests and some friends that came for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that evening I met up with Leigh and Alison in Sannomiya for one last hoo haa at the scrumptious Ban Thai, which was later followed up by some cake, coffee and good conversation. We had a really good night chatting away about living in Japan, feeling like antisocial oldies and making fun of people walking on the street below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday &lt;/strong&gt;I had to meet with the substitute teacher who was temporarily replacing me and moving into my apartment. I just had to pass her the key and show her around the area. I had a dinner plan in Takarazuka at 5 pm that evening and I was to meet her in Sanda around 1 pm. It was going to be tight but I had everything perfectly timed. I got to my apartment and just at the door I realised I'd forgetten the key... Oh how I wanted to steal a car right there and then and just drive the 30 minutes to the apartment but back on the train to Takarazuka I went. Two hours later we were in the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to dinner an hour late and was so relieved the journey back and forth was over. There were moments on the train where I'd suddenly freak out and had to double check I was going the right way! Dinner was with ex-GEOS teachers and an ex-manager. I hadn't seen some of them for months and as always it was good to catch up and chat about how much happier everyone is now after GEOS! Japanese teachers and managers have a pretty tough job compared to foreignors and are subject to crazy deadlines and expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home late that night and was sitting down to relax and unload the pictures of the weekend onto my computer and whoops.. I accidentally deleted all the photos. I was rather shocked at my sillyness and went a bit mental! hee hee I can laugh at that now but I REALLY hope it never ever happens again! Yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22649090-116100427282861410?l=sueyennie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueyennie.blogspot.com/feeds/116100427282861410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22649090&amp;postID=116100427282861410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22649090/posts/default/116100427282861410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22649090/posts/default/116100427282861410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueyennie.blogspot.com/2006/10/sorry-i-lost-all-this-weekends-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>sy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15390774989389614276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22649090.post-116100207598336534</id><published>2006-10-05T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:07:49.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Okamura's</title><content type='html'>The family of my student, Kiyoto (the kid with the pumpkin head), live in the most amazing piece of land that has an Okamura family history of over 150 years old. The Okamura's maintain a sake factory, a little shop front selling the sake, a sake tasting room, sake tasting cottage, a tea house and tea garden and of course their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_3322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me with Kiyoto's mum and little sister, Sakura, by the rest area just outside the tea house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few weeks back, Kiyoto had passed me a scrawly little note that his grandmother had written in English "Please come in my house. from Kizuko Okamura". I was more than happy to visit their home and wrote a little reply with Kiyoto again being the messenger boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we'd arranged it, the plans were that my manager was to come along with me before classes and we'd meet at noon. She told me to remind her. I ended up forgetting, waking up late and only remembering after my manager mailed me at 11.20am saying that she couldn't come along! erk. I made 40 minutes late! Sleep is my best and worst enemy. So is shopping but thats a whole other blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_3323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entering the tea house there was only a small opening to it. You take off your shoes and crawl through the small square doorway. Sakura was the perfect size! Kiyoto's grandmother served us matcha (powdered green tea) and little chestnut snacks she had made.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The tea house is quite small consisting of a plain tatami space, a tea ceremony kitchen and the tea house viewing area - usually consisting of simple flowers, hanging scroll and small ornament, all appropriate with whatever season it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_3328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tea house kitchen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_3330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Viewing area&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Garden outside the tea house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The family have a sake tasting room in their home as well as one just off their living area. It's in a form of a little cottage, which Mr Okamura (Kiyoto's grandfather) built! Just outside the cottage is a little hand washing area made mainly of rocks and bamboo tubes, also made by Mr. Okamura. Buried underneath the rocks is a kind of xylophone so when water is thrown over them you can hear the chimes of the trickling water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_3337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_3341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Inside the hut - they use it for sake tasting and entertaining guests&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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The students from Australia are all from Applecross Senior High and the Japanese students are chosen from schools around Takarazuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year I went, our group met Kanako, who had participated in the year before us. Her English was (and is) fantastic so she came along to our bus tours when we visited Japan. Now she's an executive on the committee and has been great with building and keeping relationships with a lot of the students and teachers who have been on the exchange program along the years. It's amazing the number of names, faces and people's stories she remembers and even her mum is in on all the details. My mum can't seem to remember me and my brother's names "Kenny.. ah Ivan.. ah.. Sue Yen!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanako initially wanted to organise a 10 year reunion party for her year group but it was mentioned to her that it happened to be the 20th anniversary of the exchange program. People from the 1986 group up to the students who were in the middle of their 2006 year gathered together or wrote in letters of congratulations and thanks to the communities and the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This year's group of exchange students&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 1997 group.. only 4 of us were there! Me, Gohei, Yuta &amp; Hiroshi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me &amp; Yoko&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yoko was one of my host student's friends at school and she actually ended up going on exchange herself the year after us. It was weird that I hadn't seen her in 9 years but could still kind of recognise her and for some reason I remember that she had given me this blue and brown mug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the dinner, a bunch of us walked down to an izakaya nearby and closed the night with drinks and supper. I said goodbye to Gohei and Hiroshi and that was it. See ya'll in another 10 years!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kampai!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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My manager coloured, cut. pasted and tacked all things ghastly and redecorated our school ready for the Halloween week coming up. Apparently the kids and teachers get pretty into it, costumes and all. I missed the Halloween events last year and I'll probably just miss it this year. No skin off my nose because that means no costume for me! yay! I'll just get to see pictures hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the decos and props are salvaged from previous years and this classic pumpkin head was among some of the items that were revived. Kiyoto is one of my 4 year olds I teach on Thursdays. He likes dinosaurs and ghosts and enjoys clapping his hands on his head hehe and looks absolutely adorable as a pumpkin head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3268.jpg" border="0" /&gt; gyaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_3267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hee hee munted looking ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_3264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of my older students, Saaya is a real fashionista who's really into ballet and basketball. yikes! A lot of the kids I teach, or in Japan in general, are on really stretched schedules filled with club activities, extra study classes, swimming, volleyball, soccer, baseball etc... Saaya is no exception and always rolls into English class super tired but always slightly peppy and upbeat. She's a really sweet girl who's totally hip and happening so it's fitting that her ambition is to be a fashion designer in the future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back in Perth I never really did much for Halloween. Maybe once or twice in my whole lifetime. It was generally an excuse for people to ditch eggs and toilet paper rolls on peoples houses and cars "Trick or... TRICK!". I also remember being afraid of not having enough sweets at home on Halloween to give to kids otherwise they might do something to our place! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A more innocent memory is of my mum making a pumpkin suit for me with the help of one of my primary school friend's mum's and her splendiferous sewing machine. I just remember the sewing machine being really cool because it could make the pumpkin suit! I think I still have that suit at home in the linen closest somewhere hee hee too much wadding to see it go to waste.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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It's a small town with a few nice little spots with the main tourist attraction being the Hikone Castle. I'd also recently met some GEOS teachers, Keiko and Rachel, at National training from Hikone so I thought it might be a good idea to visit them at the same time but I didn't realise it was 2.5 hours away until I'd already promised to go! haha silly me, but it was a fun little day trip and it's always nice to explore the little nooks and crannies of Japan. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most areas of Japan there is quite a mix of modern, traditional and religious designs. This tourist area of Hikone, Yume Kyobashi, which is a short road of shops, is built in a traditional style. The inner parts of the area have just recently been built so as you can imagine are very concrete and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3030.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Not to be blasphemas but he looks like a little comic mascot and reminds me of the kewpie mayo doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We walked around Yumekyobashi, had lunch, stopped for a candle decorating session in a candle shop then headed for the castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hikone Castle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Genkyu Garden, which is located just a short walk from the castle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I loved the walk through the garden especially since the weather was particularly fine. The greens were vibrant, wide spaces welcoming and the stillness of the water picturesque. What would have made it perfect if we could have admire it all from the tea hut with a warm cup of tea but we'd arrived too late so trotted back to the car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_3104.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way back to the car from the castle there was a long wall that I think was put up to cover a construction site. 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I headed into Kyoto late afternoon to escape the midday heat and completeeely forgot that most of the shrines and temples like the ones I wanted to visit close at 5pm. I initially intended to go to Fushimi Inari Taisha last but since it was closest to the station it was all I ended up seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Even though I missed out on seeing the other temples, I'm so glad I went to this shrine earlier than later because it was pretty creepy! Inari is a Shinto god of fertility, rice, agriculture and...... foxes. So there are a number of statutes of foxes around the shrine looking angry and protective. The lonely planet actually recommends going to this shrine in the late afternoon so that the statutes of foxes appear more eerie... eeks! &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_2869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_2869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As I approached the first set of gates, I walked through ever so slowly and kind of sunk into my shoulders as if a spider was going to fly in my face any second. I'm such a chicken. At first it feels a little claustraphobic because its like you are in a low rise tunnel but you get used to it. Then when I thought all was ok, I arrived at a small gap in the gates... &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This gate was THE most eerie - the foxes, the tall trees, the sunlight creeping through. You feel isolated and just plain scared! I just walked quickly and hoped for some other tourists to come by. On my way back through these gates I heard a Japanese guy coming the opposite way go "KOWA!" (SCARY!) and I always imagine that when i look at this picture ahha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2892.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_2907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The area is made of about 4 kms worth of these red gates, all of which are donated by various people, companies and families. It is quite spectacular and makes for a popular hiking spot. I hiked for about an hour and after getting truly sweaty and eaten alive my mossies I retreated back to Kyoto station and on to the shopping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you've ever seen Memoirs of a Geisha, I think there is a short scene where the young girl runs through a set of these gates...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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Soumen is a thin wheat flour noodle, kiinnd of like bee hoon for those who know what that is. Much like some of the other types of Japanese noodles you can eat it hot or cold and since it was a hot summer night, we ate it cold and in Nagashi soumen style. The noodles are slid down a long bamboo flume helped by a stream of cold water and you have to catch the noodles with your chopsticks before it reaches the end. Everyone has a cup of tsuyu, which is a light savoury sauce, so once you catch yourself some soumen - dunk it in the sauce and enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like such an involved way to eat noodles but you've gotta love Japanese people and their cuisine. It was such a fun way to eat noodles and catching those flowing noodles wasn't always easy!! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think if you eat nagashi soumen at restaraunts, once the noodles hit the bottom, you can't eat it, but eh, some of us camped at the bottom for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shodo sensei's wife, Akemi, had said we were going to her friend's place to have dinner and when I stepped into the house I was a bit confused as to whether I heard her correctly. We arrived at what looked like a little shop front and inside there was a lobby with pamphelts that opened into a large space with a large concrete space.. erm it looked like a gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found out later that the building is a gallery and a residential home and that the building itself is 100 years old! Amazingly, all the original wooden infrastructure is still intact and the owners recently renovated the interior, treating and repainting the woodwork. There is also this amazing and familiar woody smell in the house - one that is a fond smell of Japan for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another really interesting thing about the house is that some of the walls are made of soil or mud, which helps insulate the building. It starts off as a thatched surface on which the soil/mud is pressed on to and when that hardens, paint is applied and you can't even tell it from concrete. While they were renovating the house they purposely knocked out the soil from one of the walls so that they could show people the style of the building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_2817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There was also a well in the house. The only explanation i got was "It's a well. It is Japanese thing. Japanese people have wells in their house." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_2816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Out of the younger bunch of people there I think I was the oldest so I was a bit hesitant when the others wanted to play chasey in the car park across the street! I was full, SUPER tired from a long day and had a niggly headache but not to be a spoiled sport I persisted to run around and chase this elusive 7 year old around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankfully the kids were tired out quickly and we soon got into some mini fireworks!! I'm pretty sure it illegal to sell/buy fireworks in a regular store back in Australia but in Japan you can usually find a small section of fireworks for home use in your local convenience store during the summertime. Although, what we had were simple little sparklers (like ones that are legal hehe) strung on long thin pieces of twisted tissue paper so you had to have them burn over a bucket. I remember playing with fireworks as a kid at Chinese New Year gatherings back in Brunei, so it was rather exciting and nostalgic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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There were about 13 of us going so it was a pretty involved little (big) gathering, plus the beach was a good hour and a half drive away from our meeting spot in Namba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2784.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Miki and Takako had organised the whole shindig, getting all of us to Tannowa beach in a convoy of cars. I've heard many times that Japanese beaches are rather filthy and just don't compare to Aussie beaches so I wasn't expecting anything spectacular. When I got there I was pleasantly surprised and would actually say that it was a really nice beach. The water, sand and picnic areas were rather spotless although, the sand must have been at least 40% smushed sea shells, 'cos it was harsh on the feet!!! It's not the kind you ever EVER want riding up your swimmers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Takako had borrowed a barbeque set for the day, so we charred up some meat real good! Good old barbeque! Apparently it's really common for people to cook up yakisoba (fried soba noodles) at Japanese bbq's . I'd left early so I missed out on their second round of cooking!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/548986781108_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Minding the chicken - Ian, Taro, Risa, Yuka M, Kris, Me &amp; Aaron&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sanda crew - Risa, Takako &amp; moi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tannowa, I think, is kind of known for it's volleyball culture so some of the girls in our group had a bit of a bash around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yuka M, Risa &amp; Yuka A - I don't usually go to the beach in Aust but do people usually bring floaties? haha these were hilarious, especially Yuka M's pink, heart-shaped Hello Kitty floatie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chillin' out with some Kakigori (shaved ice with sweet syrup)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I got pretty burnt on my shoulders and now I am so so brown, but I like it! 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I usually say "whoop whoop". Anyway, at the start of this week the GEOS teachers in the Kansai area went to "the sticks" for a couple of days of training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to trek down to the mother land of GEOS, Tokushima, which is about a 2 hour bus ride from Osaka. In Tokushima, specifically Naruto, we stayed at a "Wellness Centre", which is just an old hotel that GEOS owns, out in the middle of the bushes. My neighbour kept commenting on the word "wellness" questioning when it had ever come into existence! Going to the wellness centre made me think we were all checking in for rehab. Let's get well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite feeling like we were being shipped to a rehab centre in the middle of no where, there is actually quite an amazing view of the river, which strangely enough none of us took pictures of. The hotel was quite simple and had it's nice little areas people could gather to chat. There was also a pool out back and you could actually walk down on to the beach but apparently it was pretty filthy, as a lot of the beaches are here in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed over at the hotel on the Monday night so we had an indoor "bbq" or more like yakiniku in a really badly ventilated dining hall. The food was great but man we stank after that and even after dinner was long finished, the cooked beef smell lingered so strongly you felt like you could eat the atmosphere in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Miki, Takako, Rachel &amp; me - Miki is usually quite the rocker chick and totally kicks arse when it comes to belting out rock tunes at karaoke. It's bizarre seeing her kitted out in her professional attire and with her super long mosh-alicious locks tucked away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lexie, me &amp;amp; Kris - Lookin' mighty professional (I usually look like a dag at work, but we're supposed to look spick n span from the collared shirts down to our stockings....)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Going out to the sticks for training was rather tiring and sleepy but it was quite useful sharing how we cope in our work environments and sharing those little games and tricks that help control and engage our kiddies. 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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22649090-115643984312397576?l=sueyennie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueyennie.blogspot.com/feeds/115643984312397576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22649090&amp;postID=115643984312397576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22649090/posts/default/115643984312397576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22649090/posts/default/115643984312397576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueyennie.blogspot.com/2006/08/sticks.html' title='the sticks'/><author><name>sy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15390774989389614276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22649090.post-115618197961263203</id><published>2006-08-13T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:04:52.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home cookin'</title><content type='html'>There's something about home cooked meals that taste so much better than any restaraunt feast. I mean we're not talking about crappy dinners I make in my apartment but those made in a charming little kitchen with the love and skill of a tender wife and mother. Oh, I know it is rather daytime family movie type talk but I had the best time hanging out with a friend, Yukiko, and her parents. Yukiko, her mum and myself cooked up a nice meal of tempura, salad, niku jaga (meat &amp; potato stew), pickles, tofu, soup... Her mum actually did most of the work and we were her little kitchen hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2674.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm not sure what it is but everything about Yukiko's family home made me feel so comfortable and at home. Her parents were so friendly and amazing, easy to talk to and have a surprisingly quirky sense of humour. Both Yukiko and her mum are very artistic and a lot of items in the home have been hand made, hand painted and hand sculpted.  I LOVE things that are hand made and it was such a treat to admire their sentimental works of art.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2676.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We chatted, ate, shopped, cooked, strolled, reminisced (with Yukiko's baby photos) and just enjoyed each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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It's really sad to see them go and for most I don't know when I'd ever see them again! I guess it gives me more excuse to travel to visit some in their home towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2359.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yuka &amp; Pat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pat's gone home to Canada to start post grad studies and work at his college. We had a big dinner &amp; karaoke night out in Osaka with a bunch of the GEOS crew. He's a freakin' hilarious fella with a heart of gold and I wish him all the best!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A bit closer to home, a girl from Seattle who lived near one station away, went back to Seattle with her fiance, John, who was also living here for awhile. They'd just recently gotten engaged here in Japan and her ring is beautiful!! Anyway, I miss having her as a "neighbour" friend. For some reason, when I went to say good bye to her I totally felt like I was going to see her again so I wasn't so sad, but I still do miss having her around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had a late one out around Sanda, dinner and karaoke with all her AEON (another english conversation school) work mates and students. AEON used to be part of GEOS and they split a few years ago because one of the directors wanted to open schools overseas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Awhile back there were these two kid sisters that came into GEOS for a trial lesson, so that they can get an idea of our classes. A few weeks later, in a random converstaion Anna asks me if I'd done a model lesson for these two girls, Mako and Kako. I kind of glaze over the names and reply "Nah!" then a few seconds later went.. hang on a second "YES I DID!". She starts laughing and exclaims that they signed up to her school! hahah geezz!!! How funny, but then again the schools are fairly close to each other you'd think it'd happen more often hey. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anna &amp; John&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A beautiful duet *sniff*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Taro &amp; Anna singing "I can be your hero baayyy beh". I don't know what it is about that song but I get a bad feeling from it hahah kimoi yo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally, of course Christine left our shores for home back in Perth. It's very strange to me that she has left so I can only imagine how bizarre it must feel for her. What an amazing journey it has been for her and I'm glad to have been able to share some fun times with her here in Japan. She really did make the most of her time here and with a spirit like that she will for sure continue to make the most of everything wherever she is! Genki uppu babe :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A lot of you who know Christine, knows she loves her food so what are outings with out a continual flow of good food. You know she doesn't only eat and take pictures of great food but man she KNOWS her Japanese food. Next time you're with her, play the "What's this random Japanese ingredient?" game. You will be amazed! hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;some eating (Marisa, Alison, Christine, Me &amp; Leigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On our way to Kyoto (Christine &amp; Marisa)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;more eating...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and more eating...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"part of your woooooorld" (Christine &amp;amp; Alison)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So with Marisa's final song choice we sang the beautiful words of the Spice girls "Goodbye my friends.. it's not the end"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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You can never go wrong with a fireworks show but it was extra nice that we were in our yukatas, in Japan, at a festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2594.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chieko's mum was going to dress us all in the yukatas but I had to work that day so had to get my work mate, Takako, to do it. Her parents own a little kimono workshop that operates from their home so she is quite the expert when it comes to handling these babies! I was so grateful for her yukata wearing talents and her little re-adjustment tips made these seemingly elaborate costumes so accessible! Love her work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chieko lives in Takarazuka, so after the fireworks show, we walked back to her place. We'd watched the show from her family friend's apartment corridor balcony because it has a 180 degree view of the river. This family friend of Chieko's actually did a one year exchange at Morley Senior High School in Perth around the same time we'd done our high school exchange! What a small world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We sat around at Chieko's place for a bit, eating a scrumptious chirashi zushi meal her mum had made, trying to figure out where we should go next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With our getas combined...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...we decided to karaoke it to the early morn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Christine and myself stayed over at Chieko's and we'd rolled into bed at a ridiculous hour. So as the birds were chirping we said good night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chieko (in her dad's wonky sunnies) , me &amp; Christine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next day Chieko's mum and dad set up a huge brunch for us, of which we could only eat about 30 percent! They are always so so kind. I felt like such a moocher waking up at 1.30pm and to a wonderful lunch prepared by her mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's always a treat hanging out with these girls and its always surreal when we're with Chieko. 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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22649090-115506305390264603?l=sueyennie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueyennie.blogspot.com/feeds/115506305390264603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22649090&amp;postID=115506305390264603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22649090/posts/default/115506305390264603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22649090/posts/default/115506305390264603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueyennie.blogspot.com/2006/08/takarazuka-matsuri.html' title='Takarazuka Matsuri'/><author><name>sy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15390774989389614276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22649090.post-115391890879145145</id><published>2006-07-25T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T01:51:21.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer School</title><content type='html'>It's the beginning of the school holidays and our crew of 85 kids and 8 teachers from GEOS went to cause havoc on an island around Okayama prefecture. The bus ride there seemed to go on forever but the kids made it interesting playing their strange games and feeding us their even stranger assortment of candies. All of them seem to have something different in their bag of goodies that would never fail to catch some kid's eye, attracting stretched out, empty, upturned palms and cavity toothed kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bus no.1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a really really long bus ride we arrived at this German forest to have lunch. It-was-HOOOTTT!!! The air was so thick with humidity and heat you could seriously slice it with a knife. One of the students I was sitting with felt so uncomfortable she complained she wanted to go home and jogged around in circles to get some cool air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we all broke up into random groups so the kids could explore and buy souvenirs. There was no real system so there were kids wandering here and there so the small group of four I started with become ten. I was constantly doing head counts afraid I was going to accidently lose one. Before I came on the trip I was worried that I would lose a couple and maybe cause some dehydration. I'm glad to say despite the chaos of the trip I didn't do any kid any harm! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First thing in the morning, on my way to the camp's meeting point in Osaka, I had to pick up a student near my area. She's another teacher's student so it was the first time I'd met her and I think also the first time she'd been away from her family. I was scared that she might start crying once she said bye to her mum or her teacher, who accompanised us to Osaka station. Thankfully she become comfortable quickly and started cheerily chatting to me in Japanese. I couldn't really understand what she was saying but I was just glad she was doing so well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Krogenhaus in Okayama - it was quite scenic but just too hot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2400.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "One, two, three.....eight, nine, ten.. Alright! Let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2406.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2405.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After finishing up at the German forest we hopped on a ferry, another bus and headed for our overnight lodging at the Carillion House.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2408.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2409.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2410.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The rest of the day was getting to know the kids, trying to remember all their names, organising them for mealtime and bathtime and bedtime. Kids are great but hard work to coordinate. That night involved a lot of running up and down stairs, getting beds together, looking for kids, looking for which floor the female toilets, male toilets, male baths, females baths were (you'd think female toilets and female bath would be on the same level right?), getting hugged, teased, tricked and surprised by the kids....It was such a tiring day but it was so much fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**Day 2**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The kids were up by 5am but us teachers didn't rise til 6.30am, I know right? SOO late! hee hee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After eighty odd beds were packed away, brekky scoffed and eighty odd kiddies suited up we headed down to the jetty for some boating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The boats were simply wooden planks on thick chunks of styrofoam. I was doubtful as to how were were going to stay afloat or steer but it went surprisingly well. It was a bit of a crooked journey with, "LEFT LEFT LEFT no RIGHT RIGHT no LEFT!! ok let's count, in English!! 1, 2 , 1 , 2, 1.......2.......*clunking of oars* ichi, ni, ichi, ni.." but we made it to the other side of the shore in the end..safely!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/DSC02159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lunchtime!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lunchtime came, our last meal at the Carillion House dining hall, and that pretty much meant our camp was coming to an end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2446.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="629" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_2447.jpg" width="754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2450.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The ride home...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2464.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We arrived back in Osaka, came off the bus and did one last head count. That was it! The end of GEOS summer camp for these kiddies. The kids seemed to have fun, being away from their parents and being able to bunk over night with new friends. It was cute to see some pair off and make little friendships that might have only lasted one 3 hour bus ride, those 2 days or could continue through out the summer and on. Times like these for kids are awesome and you can see the excitement in their innocent eyes! I always say it takes only one summer for kids to lose or create a new friendship but either way it's always a cheerful and memorable time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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Cindy, Emi, Yuka and myself braved the crowds and the heat to get into some festivities, but really we just ended up eating most of the time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2263.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Us with our much needed fans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2304.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside a roadside shrine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There were dances on one end and lanterns on the other end... and this is one long road with too many people! So after a slowly served dinner, which made us miss the dances, we headed towards the lanterns side to catch these tall structures lit up at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2329.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jankada Karaoke fans! Those fanned good!&lt;/p&gt;Apparently there are about 20 odd of those lantern structures along the road! We looked at two and veered off into the eating stalls. During festivals of any kind there are usually a lot food stalls selling karaage (fried chicken), kasutera (butter cake bits), kinako (plain jelly coated with peanut or matcha powder), crepes... and the list goes on. There was a new one I'd never seen before - an egg senbei (rice biscuit) stall- flat piece of senbei, sauce and egg. Oishi sou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2334.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Toffeed fruit. Yarashii desho!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I actually REALLY wanted to wear my yukata since it was Gion, mother land of yukuta wearing, but alas I was out numbered 3 to 1 with reasons like "It's too hot" "It's too tight" "I don't have my geta (wooden slippers)" ! ahha. Anyways, it was a pretty hot and squishy night  so I woulda been cranky and super sweaty by the end of it but I'm sure there will be hotter and squishier nights but I just wanna wear my yukata dang it. Til the next time!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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It's in Wakayama prefecture, which is one prefecture down and about 3 hours one way so we'd planned to stay overnight at a shukubo (temple lodging).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koyasan is an old country town that is home to about 117 Shingon Buddhist temples, 2 monasteries and a massive cemetery containing about half a million tombs. It's quite a peaceful and small area but tourists from around Japan and the world travel to this area for its tranquility and culture, or as part of their Buddhist pilgramage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1963.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Our ryokan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1988.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our shukubo grounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temples have their own monks and priests so instead of your bell boys and conceirge of your western hotels the young monks in training are the ones who bring meals to your room, make the beds and carry your bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'd arrived in Koyasan a couple of hours before dinner so only went for a quick stroll down the street and around our temple grounds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2030.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This seemed like an interesting fox trail so we went through to the end and found a little hut surrounded by some tall forestry. It got a little creepy by the end I found myself slowly jogging on my way out. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being a Buddhist temple our meal was a vegetarian one. When I think of vegetarian meals I always have the impression that they're light, tasteless meals but this on was a delicious feast that I couldn't even finish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Koyasan is also famous for it's goma tofu (sesame tofu). The first taste of it wow-ed me but it was so rich I couldn't make myself finish it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after dinner, another quick stroll and a nice hot bath we were in our yukatas relaxing on our futons - treating our nails and snacking on our smuggled in chips and pocky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next morning we got up nice and early to watch the daily prayers at 6.30 am. Our guide led us to this lavish prayer room where two young monks were about to start their chanting. Straight after they'd finished we were led into another little hut to watch their daily fire ceremony, which I'm not sure what it's meant to symbolise. The monk lit a fire in a black pot and intermitantly sprinkled blessed water and spices into the fire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the time the morning activities had finished we were starved so were happy to see breakfast waiting for us in our room when we returned! We were still buggered after breakfast but our beds had been packed away so we so gracefully curled ourselves up on the tatami mats and napped on the floor cushions! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok.. I guess it was time to start our day. Nine o'clock we got back up, check out and started our exploring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stroll through the cemetery, onwards to Okuno-in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We got to the temple entrance and weren't allowed to take pictures, so this is the river just before Okuno-in temple. The wooden engraved planks in the river are in memory of aborted babies and those who died from drowning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Daimon - Large gate at the main entrance to Koyasan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2066.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Konpon Daito Pagoda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2068.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2067.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Garan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2082.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rice snacks and Tea in Kongobuji Temple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2081.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Daishi Kyokai (Daishi faith hall)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tokugawa family tombstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We did well in covering everything we wanted to see and with time to spare, so we used the time to head home an eency bit earlier. 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Dining at the Sky buffet in Kobe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Polo Dog Bar. Meng Yen, Christina, Christine &amp; Chris (yes i know! a lot of Chris's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep those eyes open! tee hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/Yen%2001%20068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nara - the town of the deers, one massive Buddha (Daibutsu) and an even bigger wooden hall (Daibutsuden hall).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hi-5 Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_9897.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Christine (those are her legs!) on her way to being enlightened. The column has a hole through it, which is the size of one of (the big) Buddha's nostril and some believe that if you are able to pass through the column you will be given enlightenment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/Yen%2001%20080.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/Yen%2001%20081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/Yen%2001%20078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Meng Yen: "Feeling very zen". We love the mu-mus, we wanted to live in the mu-mus. The mu-mu wearing was at this massive spa complex in Osaka, aptly named &lt;a href="http://www.spaworld.co.jp/bijin.html"&gt;Spa World&lt;/a&gt;. There's a multitude of spa related things you can do there and the main one being soaking in the hot public baths (onsen). There's two floors of onsen, each floor having its own theme - one European and the other Asian - and since you have to be butt-naked in there each floor is seperated by sex, so each month the girls and the guys alternate between themes. So after a hot day in Nara we had a relaxing evening at the spa, cleaning and soaking ourselves in all sorts of wonderful baths and had dinner in our mu-mus. Everybody say "zen".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/Yen%2001%20085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls got the tour of my rice crops&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/Yen%2001%20088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/Yen%2001%20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kobe beef dinner in Kobe!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see that Stitch teetering on that edge? We thought someone had spent squillions of 100 yen coins to get him to that point and that we would ultimately be the ones to score him. Score him we did BUT he was planted there!!! Scoundrels! We were totally sucked in by the tactics of this games shop, but it made for some good laughs. Hai, dorks we are! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2161_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2164_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2162_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2163_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;***&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/img1900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/New%20Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Was that really horse meat on rice?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shabu Shabu!! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1904.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_0703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2159_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_2149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;***&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Meng Yen was determined to send Stitch (whom we named Lucky) away with Christina but that girl was up to her eye balls in luggage. Three of us struggled with her luggage and for her to have made it to Tokyo with all of it by herself was a true testament to her tank status. Go tank!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A week had gone since the girls had arrived and we couldn't believe it was already time for Christina to go home. We miss you girl!! Look forward to reminiscing with ya in October, babe.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Country livin'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Christine, Meng Yen and myself visited the public bathhouses in &lt;a href="http://www.arima-onsen.com/"&gt;Arima Onsen&lt;/a&gt; in our quest to find more zen. Arima Onsen is one of Japan's oldest onsen towns that is just 2 stops away from my place. There are quite a few types of public baths around the area but the two main bathhouses are Gin-no-yu and Kin-no-yu, gin meaning silver, kin meaning gold and yu meaning hot water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As for our quest for zen the kin-no-yu bathhouse was a bit of a madhouse with lockers rooms that were way too cosy. The baths were so so hot (44 &amp; 42 degrees) that our skin turned bright red and I felt a little woozy, but nonetheless it was still good experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Okonomiyake in Arima &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a scrumptious okonomiyake lunch we headed to the gin-no-yu bathhouse, which turned out to be a lot quieter and much more relaxing. This bath was rather hot too so we didn't soak for too long and by the time we finished up in Arima it was meal time again so we paid a little visit to my neighbour restaraunt, sushi hachi.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've only been there a handful of times but each time I go, the owner, Kazuya, is always a wonderful host. I never know what to order so I ask him to "o-susu-meh" (recommend) something and it's always been an absolutely beautiful feast. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My dental neighbours were also having dinner there that night so we joined them for a little fun. &lt;em&gt;Country hospitality!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1926.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just stepped out of a salon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;World Cup fever. Carn Aussies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can I have smore? Our smores!! YUMM! Christine had so so kindly introduced Meng Yen and myself to these awesome snacks. Step one, heat up a marshmellow over an open flame, step two, sandwich melted marshmellow and a bit of chocolate between two cinnamon crackers. drool~&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Meng Yen in her teeny tiny bed. There was lots of room for us to sleep in Christine's place but she insisted on the tiny couch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another week passed and that was it! Unbelievable. 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By now, we were actually hoping to go home to rest for awhile then come back to the US and finish off the rest of the trip! There was such an overload of new-ness and luggage! I mean we were loving it all but just needed a second to digest all the fabulous things we'd seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco was another very different city. Definitely an older area with so much more grit and charm about it. There is so much here that it's hard to do it justice in one post but here goes! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1368.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Union square&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1381.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The entrance to Chinatown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alcatraz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN1095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN1097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think these are the ruins of one of the prison guards' blocks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Kenny wanted to visit Alcatraz and we'd found a tour that incorporated an Alcatraz tour plus a city tour. I had no idea what to expect from Alcatraz except that it was a big, island prison where bits of the movie "The Rock" was filmed. I wasn't particularly excited about it. It's a prison. Geez. In the end, I came out of the place amazed and wanting to know more. When you enter the prison you're handed a head set to listen to a fully guided audio tour. It tells you where to walk and what to look at while their commentary and sampled audio clips are being played. I didn't get to finish it! I kept rewinding, going in the wrong direction and eventually wound up stopping the tape and listening to a historian tell me the stories! If there was more time I might have continuted but time was precious and we had to move on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN1120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isolation chamber - EXTREMELY eerie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To get to Alcatraz, you had to take a ferry over, so we caught the early afternoon one back from the island to the mainland to catch up with our city tour bus. Our first stop was the Palace of Fine Arts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN1131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These ladies looking into the "flower boxes" I think were meant to be half covered with foliage but designs were changed for some random reason, which I vaguely remember the tour guide telling us. He had said that the designer hadn't been told that his art would only be temporarily displayed at an exhibition held at that venue until the day he started construction. As a sign of his protest he decided to make them face inwards. I wasn't sure if I'd heard right so I googled it and got some other explanation that was unconfirmed. Bizarre! Maybe I just heard wrong. The guide had also said that someone had asked a guard one day about why the ladies were facing inwards and he'd made up that the ladies were weeping at the lack of appreciation for art in the world. Although that explanation is also in official sites. I'm so confused. Anyway, aside from the confusing history it was quite a sight to see, something I'd expect to see in Rome but not San Francisco. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN1130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then there was the Golden Gate Bridge stop. What else could you say? I couldn't believe I was really seeing it. I could just swim out and touch it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Apparently the bridge is painted everyday. It's a never ending job. Unbelievable! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1530.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A dissected cable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The tour guide took us through a couple of the districts and neighbourhoods - Castro, Mission and Hill, Golden Gate Park (only around the outside), Richmond, just to name a few. There are quite a number of these "neighbourhoods" located around the city and although they are so close together they represent very different parts of the city. You have your gay community, yuppy town, ghetto areas, tourist central, night spots, little Italy (strip of italian restaraunts), celebrity hot spots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN1155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The view from Twin Peaks - great lookout point&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN1182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our last picture stop before getting dropped off at Fisherman's Wharf was Alamo Square's "painted ladies". This is supposed to be one of the most photographed scenes in San Francisco not only cos of the great looking houses but because of the view of the city behind them. The yellow one is the Full House house! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'd never really done tours before, thinking they were too expensive and unnecessary but I thought this one was pretty fantastic (Super Sightseeing Tours). The sites could speak for themselves but he just brought them alive with his great commentary and humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1502.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Infamous Clam chowda in a cup or chowdeer in a bun at Fisherman's Wharf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN1201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me &amp; Yvonne with the smelly but very funny seals lazing around at Pier 39&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some exploring of our own...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1571.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Haight-Ashbury, home of the hippies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Golden Gate Park. Who could ask for better weather?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1586.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ice cream in the park yum yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Japanese Tea Garden inside the Golden Gate Park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN1209.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On our city bus tour we were warned of this bush prankster. He would hide behind a pathetic looking bunch of leaves and scare passer by-ers with his loud growl. From our bus he looked pitifully obvious - a bush on a bitumen sidewalk - but when we actually walked on that road we were duped by the bush man! He shouted "BAH!!" and we all freaked out. It should have been obvious also because an unusually large number of people stand around staring at the bushman waiting to burst out laughing at his next victims. Once you get done, you stand aside and wait for the next. Hee hee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN1213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dinner at Scoma's - recommended by the tour guide. Pricey, but excellent lobster bisque!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN1222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lombard Street - the Crookedest street in the World&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For dinner on our last night in San Francisco, we went to the Cheesecake Factory. Poe had recommended it to us in Seattle and at that time I only expected to serve cafe food. I didn't realise it was a massive restaraunt chain that not only had awesome cakes but a full-blown dinner menu. We went to the Union Square branch at the top floor of macy's department store. The department store was closed so there wasn't anyone around but when you got to the top the place was brimming with people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1648.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was probably one of our best dining experiences in the US even though there wasn't anything mind blowing about a particular thing, cept maybe that cake! We'd sat outside in the perfect evening weather, had a nice view, eaten scrumptious food and been served by a nice waiter (that we were happy to tip!). We'd also had a good chat, looking back at what had happened in the last two weeks, picking our favourite bits and freaking out that it was our last night there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Woooo! Reese's peanut butter and white chocolate cheesecake. Best cake ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'd read this guidebook that quoted Walter Cronkite: "Leaving San Francisco is like saying goodbye to an old friend.." and it really did feel like that at the end of it. It was also the end of our USA trip so it was extra weight added to the unwanted goodbye. Ah well, we'll be seeing you again some day :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22649090-114762348841630096?l=sueyennie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueyennie.blogspot.com/feeds/114762348841630096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22649090&amp;postID=114762348841630096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22649090/posts/default/114762348841630096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22649090/posts/default/114762348841630096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueyennie.blogspot.com/2006/05/usa-final-part-san-francisco.html' title='USA The Final Part: San Francisco'/><author><name>sy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15390774989389614276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22649090.post-114762332921771215</id><published>2006-05-05T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:27:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USA Part 3: Seattle</title><content type='html'>Back to San Francisco and on to Seattle! 4 out of 6 flights down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit of a shock seeing a normal city after being in the neon backdrop of Vegas for 5 days. Seattle is so very very green and was absolutely beautiful. The climate behaved so well for us and we had gorgeous sunshine for the 2-3 days we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Seattle I was excited to meet up with Poe and Janlyk, Perthians turned Seattlites, and discover the city that they would be calling home for awhile. Poe picked us up from the airport and we later met up with Janlyk for a scrumptious steak dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;How did we fit all that meat on one tiny table?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next few days were jam packed with awesome food, gorgeous Seattle views, good company. All achieved in record time thanks to Poe &amp; Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after only 2 days in Seattle I could see why everyone who's lived in or been to Seattle love it as much as they do. I thought it was so much like Melbourne, unfortunately I've heard so is the weather. It had a young vibe and seems like a great place to bring up a family. Mind you this is only from a couple of days there, so I'd ask Poe or Jan for confirmation ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pike Place Market (Kenny, Me &amp; Yvonne)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First things we saw at the market. Beeeaautiful fresh flowers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1215.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taking a breather in an artsy little cafe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1220.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1197.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Welcome" to the Chen-Choo's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1229.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Pacman!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;View from Kerry Park (Queen Anne area). LOVE this view. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1233.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Troll Ave &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN0975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gas works &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1270.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN1011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Atop the Space Needle. Brrr icy winds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN1005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The night's view&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1339.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Microsoft Visitor Centre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me &amp; the Microsoft family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We met "The Man". The Man is HOOOTTT, spicy...chilli! Poe took us to this little place called Dixie's BBQ that's operated out of an old mechanic's shop. We got the low down from Poe and the story is that the owner used to have a mechanics shop and turned his shop into a little takeout place. Their star attractions are their pork ribs and, of course, their potent chilli, which can only be served to you at your table. The owner came around to our table with his little pot of chilli, which looked like a witch's broth. It even had a little chilli bubble on the surface just to add effect. He got us to taste the chilli and for real, he only got us to dip the VERY tip of the fork and DAMN it was explosive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1345.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Good tucker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One other interesting thing about this place is that the owner likes to keep track of where his customers are from. So while you're there you have to mark out where you're from on their display maps. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The first 3 Bruneians at Dixie's BBQ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Through my neighbour Ian, I'd met this American guy, Justin, in Japan who had just recently moved back to Seattle. We'd only met up a handful of times in Japan so it was good that we were able to meet up with him a couple of times in Seattle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Agua verde (Janlyk, Matt, Poe, Yvonne, Kenny, Me &amp; Justin)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Justin's friends, Nick and Matt, Justin and Janlyk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So that was Seattle in a nut shell for us! Again, a city with so much more to see. Hopefully we'll be visiting again some day. I've tentatively made plans for a visit to Vancouver in the next year or two.. then maybe take a little drive down to Seattle? Ok yah Tina? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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So breathtaking and it made my palms sweat as I knelt over the edge and looked at the long, long rocky edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost didn't get a chance to see the Grand Canyon. The tour company we booked with managed to miss picking us up even though we confirmed the night before and called three times that morning to ask where they were. After 2 hours of waiting and bs we quickly booked a new tour through the hotel concierge and our luck changed so quickly. We got a free upgrade on our new tour and it was a lot shorter being a plane instead of bus tour so we had extra energy and time to chill out in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour took us only 3.5 hours and it flew us over Hoover Dam and the Canyon. We landed, visited some landmark sites of the Hualapai Tribe, who are the American Indian owners of the land and had lunch at the canyon's edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew there in a tiny little plane that seated about 10 people and the journey there was soooo choppy half the passengers nearly yakked. Choppy flights make my palms sweaty too! It was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Views from the plane:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN0922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at all the pools!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoover Dam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN0919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Safe on land:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN0911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1142.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hualapai Tribe teepee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN0898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eagle Point&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1161.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1166.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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Twelve awesome days in sunny USA. It-was-awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and cousin first flew into Japan on a Wednesday. We left Japan Thursday and arrived in Vegas the same day.. sweet! It was so surreal being on the other end of the international date line.. The journey consisted of an 11 hour flight, an hour transitting in San Francisco and another 1.5 hour flight to Vegas. We were buggered but buzzed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit apprehensive about going to Vegas at first because I just expected tackiness, bright lights, casinos and seediness. I wasn't far off but it had such a fun vibe that made you enjoy it all. The weather was H-O-T and it felt like everyone else there was on vacation too... wearing flip flops, daggy swim shorts, travel bags and clutching cameras. The people were so friendly, always offering to take our photos when we were struggling, but some were so enthusiastic it made me sweat a little thinking that the next person might run off with my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN0761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Out front New York New York Hotel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On the first night we went to see "Xtreme Magic starring Dirk Arthur" - a David Copperfield type gig with white tigers (alllll the magicians in vegas work with white tigers and are into animal conservation!). It was surprisingly really good apart from the interludes of half naked dancing girls. So wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The three of us had been awake for over 24 hours so we were half asleep for some bits of the show. At one stage my cousin and myself had fully dozed off and when we opened our eyes Dirk Arthur was standing right in front of our table with his back to us, thank goodness, after making a dramatic reentrance as part of one of his tricks. . Sorry Dirk! Good show though.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/arthurdirk2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We stayed at the Tropicana that night and moved to the Polo Towers Hotel on Friday night. What a difference! Check it..(Tropicana left, Polo towers right)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_0907.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/200/IMG_0907.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_0952.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/200/IMG_0952.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vs. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_1022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/200/IMG_1022.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next few days were filled with buffets, outlet shopping, a Wayne Brady show, Cirque de Soleil "Mystere", hotel/casino hopping, loads of walking in the hot hot sun (the strip is so much longer than it seems)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0950.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The MGM Grand lion and me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1049.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cirque de Soliel's mystical giant snail (I don't get it. Why snail?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A little piece of Venice at the Venetian Hotel &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Out front the Bellagio Hotel, by the singing fountain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Singing Bellagio fountain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;With casinos all around, I just had to get into the punting mood even though I'm a chicken when it comes to gambling at a casino cos I'm such a novice. I had a go at the roulette tables at the Bellagio and unfortunately I wasn't a winner. I was hoping maybe I would win myself some outlet shopping money but well that plan fell through hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Downtown vegas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1075.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;American Diner-ing. The food at this diner was awesome and maaasssive! It was such an unreal little diner you'd see in an American TV show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Paris!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_1097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First US-mexican meal! Yummo enchilada.. (i think)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At the Venetian, after a little dancing and drinkies at "Tao - religious clubbing" haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The club we went to, Tao, seemed like a nice little lounge from the outside. It's located at the Venetian in the shopping mall. Tao is also a little shop that sells incense and asian goods like teapots and oriental cushion covers. By night, the shop is cleared out and becomes a little lobby area to the nightclub, which is actually a few levels up and what we see from the mall is their restaraunt. Now that's making your shop space really work for you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While we were waiting in line to get in, the door guy points to us and says, "You, you and you.. come through" and added us to the "special line". Woooo! We were totally racially profiled and sent into the club to add atmosphere to this asian themed club. We were confused and laughing! After we were let into the "special line" this chick in front of us says to her friend, "Is this the VIP line or what? They seem to be letting just ANYONE in! We must be in the wrong line." Haha they sure do, if they're asian! Anyway, who the hell says stuff like that unless their in a teen flick? There were also so many people badgering bouncers with random comments about who they know in the club and who they're friends with blah blah.. It was a weird vibe but it was still an enjoyable night after we got in, got some drinks and bopped around a bit. The club was quite nice and big inside, simple decor with sploshes of red here and there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was a store front mannequin of a clothing shop, which was right next to the nightclub, called David &amp; Goliath. Makes me laugh everytime I look at it. His shirt has 3 gnomes on it and says "Rollin' with my gnomies". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/400/IMG_1083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Treasure Island Hotel (aka "t.i."), where nightly shows are performed on the faux ship. My cousin tells me this is where Miss Congeniality 2 was set.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/DSCN0777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Luxor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So much more I tell you and it's as crazy as they say it is! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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No picnic and baddy games this time, just lots of rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it might not be worth going with the rain pelting down but it may be my last chance to see them in their droves (cos they usually only last for about a week or so) so I took a chance. To my surprise there were many other who were braving the rain to stroll along wet and muddy pathways to take pictures and just take in the sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started at Tetsugaku no michi, which means Philosophy Road. It's near the famous Ginkakuji Temple (Silver temple), which isn't actually silver anymore. It's a simple gravel road with small shops and homes to one side and on the other a wonky sidewalk lining a little canal, which the cherry blossoms hung over. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0774.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The road isn't really long but I wasn't really sure where the end of it was. While I was heading back the opposite way, the wind started to pick up, pulling my umbrella left and right. At the same time, the cherry blossom petals were flowing into the canal and covering the sidewalk. It looked like snow gently flowing down from the sky. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next was supposed to be Gion, where the shopping is, but I made a quick stop at Kiyomizu dera - very famous temple. I'd been a few times before but decided since I was already in Kyoto and its sakura season, it'd be a shame to not see what it looked like in this flowering season.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0811.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was just taking a shot of the hills because the mist caught my eyes but this couple happened to be in the shot. Quite sweet. The guy was a foreignor, I think Swedish, and the girl Japanese, both in traditional Japanese attire. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think after seeing the hundreds of cherry blossom trees in Osaka Senri Park I wasn't so impressed by the blooms in Kiyomizu dera, but it was still beautiful and I still enjoy coming to this location.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time round I managed to sneak in a back way and got in for free! I was just innocently wandering around and was sort of following some old ladies who seemed to know where they were going. I noticed that most people were walking in the opposite direction and then saw some red signs indicating "no entrance" but those old ladies just kept walking. So I just kept on walking behind them and their big umbrellas. It was just too easy. I'm thinking we might have been lucky to walk through while the security guard was on a toilet break. We'll just have to test it out again another time. hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next stop was Gion, but again I was distracted. Just in front of the bus stop I arrived at is Yasaka Shrine, which has a scenic park at the back of it. Christine had just been there recently for hanami and had just told me about the park so I went in for a gander.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By this time it had become fairly dark so I was lucky enough to see the lanterns in the shrine being lit up. It's quite simple but still very eye catching.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0817.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0818.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kept walking forward and the park's grassy areas were covered in the blue tarpoulins that picnickers would have used but tonight they were soaking wet. Past the tarpoulins was this amazing cherry blossom tree. You'd think after 2 whole days of looking at millions of sakura I would be tired of it but seeing them illuminated at night was just exciting as seeing them for the first time. It was stunning.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0826.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There was quite a crowd standing around taking pictures and others just staring at it in deep thought. Many couples were sharing a romantic moment too. The tree made for quite a breathtaking scene and actually gave me shivers (the good kind). &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0825.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I strolled out of the park and the shrine and headed into the shops for more wandering and strictly window shopping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are cherry blossom trees all over Kyoto but some more than others make you stop and take a picture or two.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By 7.30pm I was spent! I guess I still could have kept going despite the lethargy but I got on the train and developed a niggly headache, which later become a massive migraine. Went to bed at 12 and had a nice 11 hours of sleep. All better the next day and ready for work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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With a drawn out winter and slow start to Spring we were wondering if we were ever going to see the sakura bloom! Well they're here and they're so beautiful - blooming everywhere you look. Many have said that Spring brightens your mood and is especially comforting after those cold winter blues. Even though it has been rather rainy, I must say they do bring a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to Osaka Senri Expo Park with a friend, Yukiko, who just recently left GEOS kids (my work), along with her some of her friends. I was sooo excited about my first hanami experience, (hanami meaning looking at flowers) even though it's simply a picnic under lots of trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Japan there's always crowds everywhere - entrance, exit, toilets, elevators, trains... dessert stands.. so when we got there..guess what? huge crowd. When we got into the park at about 11:30am there were already tonnes of people spread all over the grassy areas munching away at their picnic lunches. So little grass, so many picnickers..but there was enough sakura for all and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The many views of sakura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0733.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0728.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0727.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From left: Maho, "Kappa", Yoshi, Tsuneyo, Yukie, Me and Yukiko&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For lunch we had sandwiches, fresh salads, mini bento boxes of assorted goodies, potato salad, strawberries, dango (japanese glutinous rice balls with sweet fillings), onigiri with sakura (rice balls with cherry blossom petals in it)... wish i had close up photos of the mini bento things, they were awesome and all home made by Maho (Yukiko's boyfriend's brother's girlfriend..phew). For the sandwiches, Yukiko bought little flags to put on top of the bread. So cute!! Love it. One of the girls brought boursin cheese! mmmmm boursin cheesee is sooo soo good - herb &amp; garlic goodness. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/200/IMG_0723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Took one home! This one says "gambari masho" meaning fight on/keep on going! (not fighting match fight)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/200/IMG_0844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After stuffing ourselves we went for a little run around in a surpringly spacey but crowded play area. It was a wide open space with the cherry blossom trees surrounding it and there were HEAPS of people kicking soccer balls around, skipping rope, playing baddy, lacross, baseball.. and one group playing "eat a donut threaded through a string". How old school! I remember doing things like that back in Brunei at our birthday parties. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had sooo much fun running around playing baddy. Anyone for baddy in Japan? Come on.. you know you wanna play... We ran around for quite awhile, long enough to get sun burnt! All of us! I was sooo pink.. like I had over done it with my blush and spread it all over my nose!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everyone seemed to organise themselves very well around each other. Big city people are amazingly efficient.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0754.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0763.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On our way out of the park we took some pictures in front of this statue called "The Tower of the Sun". Its quite scary I reckon. It is a kind of mascot for this Expo that is apparently held every 50 years. Looks like an angry sun with arms and a bird's head on the tip of the sun's cone head. Bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0761.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Not exactly Rio's statue of Christ the Redeemer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we were heading back home, at one of our train stops we decided to stop for a coffee and saw little piggie being pulled along on a lead by it's owner . What the? We sat down in the coffee shop, got our drinks and hear this "oink oink". The pig is in the cafe!!! We then deduce that the pig lady is the owner of the coffee shop. The little piggy was free to roam around and sniffed around our ankles, bags, chairs, one guy's crotch and then, literally, trotted back to its owner. RANDOM!! It made me think of Luke Perry! From my Video Hits reading days his profile read that he had a pet boar and they had this maze "Help Luke Perry find his boar". Double random..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/200/IMG_0765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after the pig incident, a short subway ride back to Osaka station and saying goodbye to Yukiko and her friends I met up with Christine in town. We went for dinner at the Elephant Cafe again and I had discount vouchers from the last trip and forgot to use them! cripes. Oh well, will have to go back again then. It's a great little restaraunt, bit random at times but still a nice place to eat and as Christine pointed out - nice big portions mmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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It seemed like a lot of effort cos its a whole day event plus its in Osaka. Osaka is great but its always lots of effort to head to Osaka. It was sooo soo last minute and Christine and I juggled the idea back and forth a little but we decided it was an event we should check out and managed to drag our butts there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The guy on the left is the Mongolian sumo champ, Asashoryu. The guy on the right, I don't know. Cut outs of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess like any other sporting event it's so different actually being there than watching it on tv. Plus you pay lots to get the seat so you're making sure you have a good time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Christine and myself had nooo clue as to what was what in sumo...terminology, rules, formalities and ceremonies. Even if you didn't know what all of it meant it still made you go "ooohh ahhh..". From the way the sumo tie, gel and fan their hair out, to the way the sweepers swept the dirt ring, aka doryo, (sometimes in unison), to the many costumes, colours and people floating around the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/1600/IMG_0447.jpg"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sumo aka rikishi (these guys were the big guys) dressed up in their best sumo attire, parading around for all to see. The roof is, I think, Shinto style shrine roof. The white, red, green and black tassles hanging from it represent each season (don't ask me which represents which). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christine and I tried our best to keep up as the matches were going on, reading up our little "Guide to Sumo" booklet and some info Chris had downloaded from the net (Thanks babe!). I guess we managed well enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had gotten to the stadium at 11am and even though the stadium was open from 8:30am, the big pro sumo guys didn't start their matches until about 3pm. So throughout the whole day there are matches being fought on the doryo. All the trainees went first, then the big dudes would come out and their matches would take up about 3 hours, which went by surprisingly fast.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0432.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sumo in the red so looked like fat bastard (Austin Powers)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There was this hardcore sumo fan to our left, who from 2:30pm was cheering, singing weird opera (it was really weird!!!), punching the air.. until 7pm... I had bet that she would tire by 5pm.. but NO.. that woman had so much juice. We had no idea what she was ranting on about.. "Go Go Let's go.. (unrecognisable chanting)". We went through stages where we thought it was hilarious, then we thought maybe it was a normal sumo fan thing, then maybe teretts and finally I concluded with "oh my gawsh SSHHH!!". It wasn't THAT bad but yeah it was niggly. You think she'd stopped but then she'd start up again singing some opera in a breaking up voice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was all part of the atmosphere I guess.... hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"We love sumo!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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Miki is a Japanese English teacher at GEOS who's been with the company for about the same time as me, something like 3.5 months. She's a really kind and funny lady who's often helped me out with getting settled in Japan. She's also quite a restaraunt guru, especially for the Sanda area, and today's lunch was no exception to her restaraunt-ing prowess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miki &amp; Me: Ittadakimasu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Miki managed to scout out a fabulous lunch deal, which was limited to only 20 people (a day, I think) over 3 days. It's usually 3000 yen but it was half price, so for 1500 yen (just under AUD20) we got...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0314.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...entree and sashimi and then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0317.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;...yaki shabu and then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="286" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0320.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt; sushi and miso soup and fruits..(then coffee)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1500 yen ($20)! all this! Crazy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But it doesn't end there! As a little parting gift the waitress gave us each a packet each of um.. sake dregs? I'm not sure what it is called in japanese but it a sort of flavouring for soups and looks like a big calico bag thats been neatly folded. The sake smell is strong and it's so simple looking but difficult to describe. Basically it's sake sediments that have been collected and probably neatly compacted and folded into this shape. Not sure how to use it but i think it's worth a go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After being stuffed and amazed by a fabulous meal we headed to the Hotel New Hankyu for some karaoke! It was only 2pm! My first daytime karaoke experience. Karaoke has always been about dark, cramped and smoky rooms where the tables are always wet from all the icey mixed drinks and littered with half drunk glasses. This was so different! The room was MASSIVE - for like 20 people (and there was just 3 of us!) - so bright, so clean...and we were served tea and cakes! Now thats what i call good, clean fun! Was such a blast!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/200/IMG_0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our massive room, called the "Lilac Room"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/200/IMG_0329.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0330.0.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We were kicked out of our room by 4pm and I headed out on my own to Sannomiya to meet up with Christine. More shinanigans! hehe! No.. we were rather chilled - had a good yarn over some delicious dinner and dessert; played a couple of rounds of "guess that muffled song over the restaraunt noise" and then we headed off round the corner for a few rounds of pool. It'd been ages since I'd played even though our family has a pool table at home. Anyway, Christine is quite the butt kicker and had the "ooohh aahhh" factor going in her shots! You're game's tight, hunnie! hehe 'til next time! challenge-y (cha-ren-jii)!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/200/IMG_0337.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/200/IMG_0335.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;whatta spazzy look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Monday funday truly lived up to its name and even though I've burnt a hole in my already hole-y wallet it was so worth it! Now it's back to the working week and cup noodles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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I try to get more sleep on weekends too but with having to depend on public transport I really have to get out of the habit of doing that because I don't tend to leave much time for myself to eat or get dressed before I have to bolt out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a teachers' outing for us GEOS teachers that work in the Kansai area, which is sort of the west japan region... but it just looks like the middle of Japan (just think Osaka region), anyway the plan was Osaka Aquarium, dinner, beer, karaoke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped the daytime visit to the Osaka Aquarium but was definitely down for some karaoke action and to get to know the other teachers over a nice drink or two. before getting into that I headed to church and got to witness one of the band members get baptised. I didn't really know the girl, only that she played the keyboard in the band and had a young son. She gave her testimony and I shed a little tear and was really happy for her to have come to this point in her walk with God. The pastor dipped her in this massive portable bath and when she stood up in the tub after being immersed I think she knocked the plug and all this water starting gushing out the bottom and I was thinking, "Is that normal?" Eekss!! but with many helping hands and lots of towels and buckets we managed to control the leakage and clean up the spillage! phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Namba/Shinsaibashi was my next stop! It's in the South bit of the general Osaka area and its quite a trek (1.5 hrs by multiple trains n subway)! We (me n my neighbour) were wandering aimlessly to find the pub to meet the others at and miraculously bumped into our manager!!! Crazy!!! Osaka is huge and complex so to see a familiar face on the street was so bizarre!!! And she looked COMPLETELY different.. like she led a double life. She usually keeps her hair pulled back and of course I always see her in work attire but it was great to see her all crazy with curls and wearing colours! We were also so lucky to see her because she led us right to the spot we needed to get to. We so would have been wandering around for yonks if it weren't for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me &amp; Rie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So the pub we went to was called The Hub:Shinsaibashi. We'd arrived just before the end of happy hour so quickly got into some half price cocktails!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/320/IMG_0290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me &amp; Nerida: "Cheers!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nerida is a teacher from another area, Tokushima, which is about a 2 hour bus ride to Osaka. I had gotten to know her when I first came to Japan, because I had to do training in Tokushima. I'm so glad to have met her. Hanging out with her those first few days of my time here saved me from my homesickness and she introduced me to chocolated covered peanut clusters!! mmmmm She was down just for the day to join us in our shinanigans! Was great to see her again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after some drinkies and bit of fish &amp;amp; chips "british style" (just seemed like normal fish &amp; chips to me), we headed elsewhere for some karaoke action!! oh yeah! hehe! Lots of laughs, drinks (esp shochu, yikes!), singing/screaming/screeching/scatman-ing.. and tambourine a-shakin'! (very simple and effective karaoke extra)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/200/IMG_0292.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pat &amp; Tristan getting into the spirit of nomi hou dai (all you can drink)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/200/IMG_0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ian, Jacqueline &amp; Nigel (tambourine man)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4936/232/200/IMG_0306.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me with Erica &amp; Erin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a fabulous night and I'm glad to have finally met some other teachers in our area, hopefully we'll be able to catch up again some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Shinystat Free code --&gt;
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