Well

After a mid night stroll to grab a bike with crazy hijinks ensuing in a parking lot next to us that we only witnessed at the end of said hijink it occured to me as I walked beside the train tracks next to the open "stream" (yeah ain't going in that no matter how many clothes I am wearing) that I am in Japan. I mean I actually am in Japan. It is eight in the morning here and Maurice just left for work. Oh also ate some sweet been paste last night and apperently something that Maurice said was once the bag of every man's hopes and dreams. It was alright though, because it was wet and filled with rice.

Still cannot believe that I ran into poison oak while riding the motorcycle though. That was a little unexpected, it still kind of itches, or at least it is my mind telling me that that is why my hand is itching.

But yeah I am in Japan. Had my first trouble at like five in the morning when I had to use the restroom. When I flushed there was a faucet at the top of the toilet that was running into what I thought was a sink. Well it would not turn off no matter how I twisted or jiggled the handle. I was just informed that one of them is big flush and one is little flush for each of the different bathroom activities. When I looked at the kanji I saw a toilet flushing on one and water running on the other so I figured that the toilet flush was the one that I wanted, which it sort of was and then the faucet would not turn off. Had to go wake up the sleeping Giant to have him tell me that nothing was wrong and that it would turn off by it self.

Anyway I am in Japan, oh and on the ride over here I have met so many different people and all of them have been so nice. Except for the Auzzi's wife that was trying to sleep. After wards when getting off of the plane she was really nice.