Saturday, August 16, 2008

The Beach

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We didn't *just* sit in the Kamogawa compound for 2 weeks. If we were feeling adventurous we could explore the town or go on one of their day-trips. Of course, we still had to be back home by 9:00 p.m. One day we all went to the beach. No, not the beach that was 5 minutes away and down the mountain; this time we went to a beach that was far more epic (and about an hour away).

Our Beach. This beach.


Unlike our small, relatively private beach, this beach was huge. It wasn't quite crowded compared to Florida standards, but there were plenty of 日本人 to interact with. After the short bus ride, we all stumbled off the air-conditioned bus into the harsh, beating sun. Knowing that it wouldn't be long before we were all walking 焼肉, The Crown split a 千五円 bottle of sunscreen ($15).

After leaving the shaded beach store and stepping onto the scalding sand we were split up into two groups and handed ropes. At first I thought we were playing tug of war, and it turns out we were. But not with each other... with the sea.


Slowly I realized that our "sea-food barbecue" needed to be caught before we could eat it. After pulling in at least a mile of rope we finally pulled in our catch. It was pretty decent considering the Pacific's over-fished seas.


After we finished, a group of Japanese kids ran up to investigate the newly caught fish. Of course, they weren't content with just looking. Or touching for that matter. At one point they even tried to eat a freshly caught, small 貝 (squid). Granted, in Japan eating raw things is the norm, it took a frantic shout of "食べないで" to get the boy to stop lowering it into his mouth.

まま、死んでいる! (Mama, it's dying!)

Here they are, playing with dead fish.


Afterward, we began the barbecue. The grills were sooo hot, that almost no one was able to cook on them. If you stepped within a meter of the grills you immediately felt like you yourself were cooking. Likewise, most people left their food on the grill to burn. I on the other hand, stuck it out and had some of the best food of this trip.

Me cooking!

Before.After.


There wasn't any cheap water around, so we bought some Soda's from the vending machine. Japanese soda cans, like most things, are much more tricked out than their American counterparts. I mean, look at the Dr. Pepper girl:

Who wouldn't want to drink Dr. Pepper from her?


The activities didn't just end with the barbecue. Afterward, not only did we get to watch a hardcore 空手 (karate) troop of Japanese kids train IN the ocean, but we also got to play some volleyball (or whatever it's called).

More Activities!


Finally, we ended the day by visiting the rice fields on the way home. We were all tired so they weren't THAT exciting, but in retrospect they were pretty beautiful.

Rice Fields ftw!

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Friday, August 15, 2008

The Formation

One day, standing (intimidatingly) outside of The Jungle* our group decided we needed a name. We had just finished the first of many seafood barbecues and were a little restless. See, even though Kamogawa "wasn't a concentration camp" (their PowerPoint's words, not mine), we weren't allowed out of the compound past nine, lest the マムシ (Mamushi) get us. Of course, Hisa (our awesome R.A.) had shot, killed, burned, and drowned one of these dangerous snakes; but they were still too dangerous for us simple 外国人 (foreigners).

Anyways, names. After going burning through a ton, we decided on "The Crown." It stuck. Even our self-invented gang-sign stuck. Of course the Japanese saw it, loved it, and copied it. Heh, it was already on magazine covers before we left Kamogawa (trust me, I have no clue how this happened. I guess Japanese rappers just rock):



*Max's room

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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

The Sound of Settling

Me being, well, me, I slept most of the way to Kamogawa. I woke up just in enough time to inquire whether this... jail looking facility (with no beach in site), was in fact our promised "resort." Turns out it was. Also turns out looks can be deceiving.

Prison Facility and it's Beautiful Scenery.


After getting there I realized just how wrong I was. This was no prision compound, just a practical, japanese-style resort. All the beauty was on the inside. And the view, god. So apparently this was one of Waseda University's "student seminar houses," where they send their sports teams to relax before/after wins. It was equipped with a full kitchen (where they served, at least at first, relatively gourmet Japanese food), an お風呂(bath house) for each sex, and really nice dorm rooms. Did I mention the view?

If the seminar house was supposed to be a Japanese-style-bonding experience with the other Waseda Summer students, it was definitely successful. Not only am I close friends with most of my roomates (Matt, Ryan, Mattias, Aaron), but by the end of the first week we had a tight group going. More on that in the next post.

Anyways, every morning around 7 a.m. the manager got on the speakers, played classical music, and politely woke us all up. 7:30-8:30 was 和食のバイキング (Japanese styled breakfast buffet), followed by 3 hours of class from 9:00 to 11:50. Not only did we have 10 minute breaks every hour (enough time to run to the vending machine, buy a beer, and go to the bathroom), but immediately following class we had lunch. The lunches were a little repetitive, but カレーライス (curry rice) never gets old. At 6:00 p.m. sharp was dinner. Imagine my excitement when, on the first day, I sat down and realized our dinner was cooking in front of us. Score!




So what did we do in between lunch and dinner? Obviously it was too early to drink (unless you were chilling at the beach), but it was definitely enough time to walk down the mountain to the nearest コンビ二 (convenience store... a.k.a 711), and buy cheap beer and ice cream. Both the beach and the convenience store were about a 30 minute walks away. And walking back up the mountain was never a problem since it only stirred your appetite for dinner.

Japanese house along the path.


After dinner was bathing time. There was no better way to relax then, after a cold shower, getting into the お風呂. I'm already missing that. For the record: public baths and 温泉 (hot springs) rock. Baths were usually followed by conversation and then homework with your peers.

Oh, it didn't take me long at the seminar house to realize that my camera sported a macro function. Observe:


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Friday, August 8, 2008

The Obligatory Arrival Post (pre-Crown)

Note: The Only Uninteresting Post

So after a 4 hour flight to Chicago, a 3 hour layover, and another brief 14 hour flight (21 grams + Horton Hears a Who = ^_^, JDrama + Keanu's Street Kings = -_-), I finally made it to Japan.

Note: We were flying so high there was ice on the windows.

For those of you who haven't yet left the States, when you arrive in another country you need to go through customs before they let you in. Last time I came to Japan their customs system was just like any other country's (Italy's, Britain's, etc..). This time a robot simultaneously took my picture and fingerprints. Ok, I'm just kidding about the robot part, but I'm sure they'll have them too the next time I come. Anyways, after getting through customs and starting to become accustomed to weird Japanese sound effects, I collected my luggage and walked out into the very same airport terminal I had been in only 2 years ago. Deja vu. Since everything was familiar I quickly exchanged my money, found the booth I was supposed to meet the Waseda group at, and was soon on my way to meet up with everyone else in Tokyo. Of course, by "in Tokyo", I mean a hotel just far enough away from Tokyo to make it useless to leave. This seemed to be a recurring theme with the Waseda Summer Program, as it took nearly two weeks and a half for them to kill the super-structured program and let us roam Tokyo.

Tokyo-less-ness aside, Friday's instructions were pretty basic: meet downstairs at 6 p.m. for a commencement dinner, followed by announcements. Of course, that gave all us early arrivers two spare hours to get to know each other. No better way to do that then over a beer from a vending machine. (of course, Mattias was leading the charge towards the beer). After some talking, some dinner, and a little partying we were off to bed to prepare for the next day's journey to Kamogawa.

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Sunday, August 3, 2008

Meet the Crown

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I figured everyone would need to meet the gang before I started posting about our adventures. First there's Max in his rocking sunglasses. Then there's Ryan owning Nihonjin at Street fighter. Next up is Matt, whose practicing some zen skills at a the bar and then Lev, the Russian whose making out with a very nice, albeit freshly dead, fish. To top it all off you have Kenny with a gaggle of hostesses and Mattias being... well... Mattias (a.k.a drunk (j/k)). Not pictured is Brian, the Ukranian Special Ops kid (he claims he was only in the Marines).




MaxRyan
MattLev
KennyMattias

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These Horizons are Endless!

Time in Japan: 3 weeks and 2 days

I'm finally in Tokyo, with less than 8 hours of class a day and time to start this blog. The next few day's posts will be spent chronicling the last few weeks. Get ready for a crazy ride.

Oh, and whoever can tell me thesong the title of this post comes from in the replies gets extra Omiyage (gifts)!

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