Friday, we went to karaoke with a group of people from my house. First, we went to the Dutch bar, where I gave Wim a pair of clogs for his wife. I ordered them at Deshima. They didn’t have any in Wim’s size at the moment, but at least I got a pair for his wife 🙂
Then, we continued to karaoke, and other people joined us later.
@Hai Minh: I totally understand that you found it too noisy. I myself often wear earplugs to noisy events, karaoke is no exception.
Saturday, I went to Osaka with Nakarin, Pattama, Peem and Long, all from Thailand. On our way there, we parked our bikes at train station Gion-Shijo, near the riverside. Parking your bike there is not allowed, but there are no other options (well, a paid parking, but who wants to pay to park their bike? Hardly anyone, as you can conclude from the number of bikes that is parked in no-parking zones.). We took a train to Osaka and spent the day there. You can see the pictures below. When we just arrived at Osaka, and were on our way to Osaka Castle, I decided that it was stupid of me to bring my umbrella, so we devised a plan to put it somewhere for the day, and pick it up later. It’s Japan, right? What could possibly go wrong? So, we entered a police station, Nakarin asked for directions and I stood somewhere in a corner, put my umbrella down and waited until Nakarin figured out where to go. Then we left, leaving my umbrella there. We visited Osaka Castle (which is, as I correctly deduced from the fact that it was made out of stone and metal, not the original but a replica) and returned to the police station, to discover that my umbrella wasn’t there. We asked if they had seen one and Nakarin said “I’m pretty sure she still had it when we were in here, you didn’t see it?”, but they didn’t have it. So, even in Japan, and even at a police station, you can lose your stuff 😉
Something random at Osaka Castle. It made me feel like this: 🙂
Click HERE for a small movie of a shopping mall in Osaka. The voices you hear are voices from Japanese salesmen and -women yelling about sales and that you really need to check out their store. This happens everywhere and I sometimes find the onslaught of noise in Japan (please be careful when stepping off the escalator, please buy our things, welcome in Japan!) very annoying.
We visited some other things in Osaka, mainly expensive things, because we had bought a special train ticket that would allow us to enter about 25 attractions for free. Nakarin wanted to get the most out of our ticket, so we visited the expensive things 😉 Using our train ticket we saved a lot of money, only to discover that karma’s a bitch. The money we saved by using this train ticket, is going down the drain today, when we pick up our bikes from the police station and pay a fine of 2300 Yen for putting them in a no-parking zone. I just hope they didn’t cut my lock. If they did, I’m gonna try to get them to lower the fine, because that lock cost me 1000 yen 😛
Anyway, after walking all day in Osaka, and then walking home from Gion-Shijo, my legs were very, very tired. They still hurt right now, actually, so I guess it was a good exercise 😉
Because I had only slept for three hours (we came home at 3AM after karaoke and I got up at 6AM to go to Osaka) I was very tired, so I went to bed without setting an alarm (even though we considered going to the flea market at Kyoto). I’m glad I didn’t set an alarm, because I slept for 12 hours straight 😛 And because I wanted to see the World Cup finals – no, I don’t like soccer that much, but being with fellow Dutchmen in a bar in Kyoto is just so much fun – I went to bed four hours after getting up, slept for a couple of hours and walked to the Dutch bar with Hai Minh. . o O (I’m sorry I talked so much in Dutch, it’s a reflex)
I noticed two differences between how Japanese people watch soccer and how Dutch people watch soccer:
- When something goes wrong on their side or if they barely prevent a goal, Japanese will scream in a high-pitched voice whereas Dutch people will go “ohw!” in a low voice. You know the drill, I’m sure 😛 In other words, Japanese scream like a girl, the Dutch express it in a more manly way (imo 😛 )
- During the match, Japanese people don’t order. They only order during the break, whereas Dutch people will just order and drink continuously. As one Dutch guy put it “Je moet toch iets in je handen hebben, he.” (“You’ve got to have something in your hands, right?”)