the clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight
The ass-clown comes back tomorrow. Last week was something out of a dream because my boss was away at a conference in Vietnam. There weren't any unnecessary meetings or conversations that were off-topic and steeped in unending contradiction. We could wear jeans without looking unprofessional in front of the parents. I suppose we could all breathe a little easier.
But as my favorite song always seems to end before I'm ready, this dream must end tomorrow morning. I'm sure we'll have a meeting first thing in the morning. It's the only way.
I spent Sunday riding out to a fishing village towards Keya. Brian told me that there was going to be a fisherman's festival around the harbor there so I packed a backpack and rode about 25 km to the village. Turns out he was wrong. Just a bunch of fishermen doing what they do best. I spent a couple hours there trying to take some decent pictures and doing my best to talk to people but eventually called it a wash and came home.
It was still early and I hadn't completely killed myself so I threw my shoes back on and headed down to Tenjin on my bike to try and get a better idea of how the place is laid out. It's like a huge mall that is choked with people, cars, busses, trains, and whores on bikes. Every time I've been down there before I've either taken the subway, come at night, been drunk, or a combo platter. I cruised around for a few hours and got my bearings down pretty well and was getting ready to leave when a fellow gaijin stopped me and introduced himself. He saw my bike and figured that I was fairly serious about cycling so he wanted to know if I wanted to do any group rides with him and a couple other guys. Things were going well through this conversation until he hit the re-boot button in his brain and stuck his hand out to introduce himself again. We started the entire conversation over again. I pretended not to notice but it was just flat out strange. Regardless of his bizarreness we're going to go for a ride next weekend. I'll do anything for a new peep right about now.
We didn't have to work today so Ariel and I went to a barbecue that was being hosted by this group of Argentinean dancers. Finding the place was a bit rough but a few bumps aside we finally made it out to a camping park that was far removed from the city up in the hills to the south. We couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day. There was a cool autumn breeze blowing down from the hills, fantastic food, and the musical stylings of "The Latin Latinos". None of whom were either Latin or Latino. But we met a bunch of fun people, practiced a bit of Japanese and gave a few English lessons as well. One of the better afternoons that I've had here so far. It didn't start off as much but I'm glad that I went out of my way to find the greatest Latin band in all of Fukuoka.
Hopefully this week will seem as short as it is and I'll be back again with another weekend full of fun and adventure in just a few short days. I know I haven't been writing much these days but none of my adventures seem to be worthy of the post lately. School is settling into a fairly decent routine and my social life hasn't thrown anything too wild in my plate. I'm getting used to life here.
In an apartment that still seems empty with a loading dock below my bedroom window.
Relentless thoughts about childhood.
Dodging trucks on narrow roads and inadvertently my sister's birthday as well.
But thankful for the new start because I've covered up past mistakes with 7000 miles of distance.
What's next.
The chill of autumn through the window at night, waking up with you in my thoughts and moving patiently through another day.
The Latin Latinos
I forgot her name, but she is 34 years old
But as my favorite song always seems to end before I'm ready, this dream must end tomorrow morning. I'm sure we'll have a meeting first thing in the morning. It's the only way.
I spent Sunday riding out to a fishing village towards Keya. Brian told me that there was going to be a fisherman's festival around the harbor there so I packed a backpack and rode about 25 km to the village. Turns out he was wrong. Just a bunch of fishermen doing what they do best. I spent a couple hours there trying to take some decent pictures and doing my best to talk to people but eventually called it a wash and came home.
It was still early and I hadn't completely killed myself so I threw my shoes back on and headed down to Tenjin on my bike to try and get a better idea of how the place is laid out. It's like a huge mall that is choked with people, cars, busses, trains, and whores on bikes. Every time I've been down there before I've either taken the subway, come at night, been drunk, or a combo platter. I cruised around for a few hours and got my bearings down pretty well and was getting ready to leave when a fellow gaijin stopped me and introduced himself. He saw my bike and figured that I was fairly serious about cycling so he wanted to know if I wanted to do any group rides with him and a couple other guys. Things were going well through this conversation until he hit the re-boot button in his brain and stuck his hand out to introduce himself again. We started the entire conversation over again. I pretended not to notice but it was just flat out strange. Regardless of his bizarreness we're going to go for a ride next weekend. I'll do anything for a new peep right about now.
We didn't have to work today so Ariel and I went to a barbecue that was being hosted by this group of Argentinean dancers. Finding the place was a bit rough but a few bumps aside we finally made it out to a camping park that was far removed from the city up in the hills to the south. We couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day. There was a cool autumn breeze blowing down from the hills, fantastic food, and the musical stylings of "The Latin Latinos". None of whom were either Latin or Latino. But we met a bunch of fun people, practiced a bit of Japanese and gave a few English lessons as well. One of the better afternoons that I've had here so far. It didn't start off as much but I'm glad that I went out of my way to find the greatest Latin band in all of Fukuoka.
Hopefully this week will seem as short as it is and I'll be back again with another weekend full of fun and adventure in just a few short days. I know I haven't been writing much these days but none of my adventures seem to be worthy of the post lately. School is settling into a fairly decent routine and my social life hasn't thrown anything too wild in my plate. I'm getting used to life here.
In an apartment that still seems empty with a loading dock below my bedroom window.
Relentless thoughts about childhood.
Dodging trucks on narrow roads and inadvertently my sister's birthday as well.
But thankful for the new start because I've covered up past mistakes with 7000 miles of distance.
What's next.
The chill of autumn through the window at night, waking up with you in my thoughts and moving patiently through another day.
The Latin Latinos
I forgot her name, but she is 34 years old
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