Once I was let loose by the JET head honchos, I had some time to kill before my flight to the island. I checked out the Meiji shrine and all the goth kids in their full on gear. I wanted to take a picture of the Black Lolitas, but I was too shy. Next time.
Instead, I went shopping in Harajuku!!!!
And found crazy ass foofy dresses and bonnets, straight men in tight jeans and perfectly styled mullets. Once again, to shy to take pics. I went into a clothing store and before I entered the dressing room, I had to take off my shoes and wear this:
Honorary KKK member!
After eating dinner and being dissapointed by the tiny amount of mustard available,
I headed back to my hotel room.
The next morning: KOUZU!
I was picked up by one of the English teachers, Sato-san and we hopped a train to a tiny airport in Chufu. Once there, I spent an hour watching a soap opera where some chick in a kimono was bawling about a piano, or a flood, or her shoes. I don't know, I don't speak Japanese.
We boarded a tiny Islander plane that could fit six passengers.
It was so totally awesome...until we hit turbulence, and I thought I was gonna piss out all the green tea I drank. I kept looking at the pilot to see if he was losing his cool. I looked around for a barf bag and all I found was a fan. Clearly, the Japanese have their priorities straight.
But once I arrived, it was great. Well, almost. I got hit with an overwhelming sense of homesickness and culture vertigo. I wanted to go home and cry, but instead we had an enkai (office party). The beer helped. A little bit. And so did this funny little salad, made of tiny fish who seranaded me as I swallowed them whole:
Next up: The village and my peeps...
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