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Day 2: Sapporo

We left Hakodate for Sapporo early in the morning and arrived just before noon. I think I immediately grew to like Sapporo. First of all, compared to Tokyo, Sapporo is so wide open and spacious. It has a city feel, without the density. I would say that this city reminded me of home. See, compared to so many other Japanese cities, the buildings here are fairly new. It doesn’t really scream out “JAPAN” like other places, and yet…it is. I don’t know. It’s rather bizarre in my mind how I’m able to connect the ideas of “Japan” and “spacious urban places” but apparently you can with this place.

Well, first stop of ours was the city’s clock tower. The place has become a real symbol of the city, and it’s said that no trip to Sapporo would be complete without a visit to the clock tower. Although, it was also ranked by Japanese as one of the country’s most disappointing tourist attractions. See, therein lies the issue. It’s not really touristy at all. I mean, yes, it’s a tourist attraction, but the tower’s appeal lies more in its historical context, right? Anyway. In the end of it all, because we went there focused on the historical side of things we really didn’t find it that bad at all.

After a rather disappointing lunch we took a bus over to the beer park. As soon as we got off, we spotted an ice cream shop next to the stop. We ventured in and as expected we found beer flavoured ice cream. Not just that, but it was dark beer flavoured ice cream. Naturally we had to get some. Naturally. And yes, the ice cream tasted like beer. There was a bitter edge to it, but like, it wasn’t unpleasant (to me at least). I thoroughly enjoyed it.

After the beer sweets we started wandering around looking for the exhibits and tour. As we passed by the tourist information booth this middle aged guy came out and greeted us. He seemed to have a little bit of a grasp of English. He was doing rather well communicating with us but he switched syntax often. He asked about ourselves and where we were from. He also asked if we were students. My friend said yes and that he’s going to Columbia University for business. The man uttered an astonished “waaaaaaaa!” and patted him on the back. When it came to me, I tried to say Waterloo. In Japanese though, in never sounds right.

me: Waterloo Daigaku (University of Waterloo)
him: ?_?
me: mm… ウォータール 大学
him: Wataru Daigaku ?_?
me: ¬_¬

Haaarsh. I realize that it might not be as well known internationally as the Columbias and Harvards of the world, but still, it kind of hurts. Instead I followed it up by saying that I studied computer engineering. At that point I got the “waaaaaaaa!” and the pat on the back that my friend got. In fast Japan-glish the guy started saying that he was in the army before, but then tried programming and hated it. I laughed. He was also saying something about how astonishing it is that memory has shrunken down so small into these tiny chips. Yup yup yup. Man, that guy was great! He made our day.

He pointed us over to the beer exhibits where we took in the history of Sapporo Beer Museum. Fascinating stuff–and fascinating displays, really. I never made the association of Hokkaido and beer before, but now…Hokkaido is Sapporo beer. Yes, it is. We made it over to the beer tasting area which was nice. I took a look at the menu and decided on the sampler–3 different kinds of beer for only ¥400. Three half-pints for about $4? Score. They gave me a tray with two light beers and a dark one. At 2 in the afternoon, that might have been a lot of beer. I didn’t get drunk of my ass because we still had some sights to see. Ha. Regardless, it was all quite nice. By far, this was an unexpectedly great stop.

We took a subway out west and then a bus to get to Mt. Moiwa. After the disappointment in Hakodate, we kind of wanted to see a good view at least somewhere. This tourist spot is kind of out of the way and requires a bit more effort to get to, but regardless it really does offer a stunning view. We took a cable car to get up there to the summit. From the observation platform, you could see the trees and buildings all kind of existing harmoniously. Sapporo stretched out a really long way. Off in the distance you could make out Mt. Hakodate–still shrouded in fog. It was all quite exciting to take in. The platform was really windy, and it got cold really fast. There was a school trip that went up to the platform. All of the girls were squealing because the wind was blowing up their school uniform skirts. It was kind of amusing seeing them try to hold them down. SQUEEEEEE. We arrived there late afternoon and wanted to wait for at least dusk to get a view of the night, however, knowing that it took so long to get there (and that it’d take a long time to get back) we just left shortly after sunset. Only about half the city was lit up at that time. Regardless, that was a great stop as well.

Well, we got back to the factory area at around 8:30 or so. We were starving and fully intended on going to that Genghis Khan place we saw on the way to the museum. That restaurant is kind of like a Korean BBQ type place, except that they specialize in lamb meat. Also, the location we spotted was out in open air, so that meant that we wouldn’t get too smoked up. We fully intended to do the all you can eat/drink thing. However, because we got there a bit late, they warned us that we’d only get an hour. We were just too hungry at that point, so we agreed and proceeded to hurry and get stuffed. I had like..2 mugs of beer and a mug of oolong tea. The lamb was so good! All greasy and fattening but holy shit that was just awesome. By the end we didn’t think we got our money’s worth, but it didn’t matter because we were in such a good mood after such a nice day.

That’s Sapporo. Day 3 was the hike back to Tokyo for a quick break. Yesterday I just finished a bit of Kyoto. Today will be Osaka.

More to come!

Restoring my faith in the city

After my last post or two, it may seem like I’ve lost a bit of faith in Tokyo. Fair enough, you know? I mean, it almost seems like this whole experience is just one insult to foreigners after another, right? It almost seems like all you can do is to just go along with it and not pay too much mind. Well, I have to be fair and say that Japanese people are really friendly. I think any misgivings that arise are really as a result of a few things. First, there’s a great deal of shyness that the locals have when communicating with someone that speaks English. As much they’ve been trained, there’s not much practical time when it comes to putting the language to good use. So, the result is that a lot of people are just plain afraid to try for fear of making a mistake. Frankly, I’m pretty much the same way when I try out my Japanese–I’m painfully shy! I can make the effort, but I’m also hung up on whether I was using polite language, or maybe whether I was using the correct inflections or vocabulary, etc etc. Lately I’ve been getting better at making the effort, but it’s still a struggle.

Anyway, despite all of this it’s easy to fall into a state of dislike for the place if you’re caught off guard. Today I did a few things that really helped me restore my faith in the city. First, thing I did was to find a RC church with and English mass and attend. I found one in Roppongi which makes sense due to it being considered a foreigner hangout. Due to an error in time adjustment instead of arriving half an hour early like I’d wanted, I actually arrived half an hour late. Anyway, despite that I felt quite at home in there. I mean, wow, I’ve never seen so many foreigners gathered in one place in Tokyo–not even in the airport. Seriously, I felt like I was back in Canada. So many of them were Filipinos too. It was mind boggling. I don’t know what happened, but for that mass in particular I was really moved. At the end, they asked people new and visiting to introduce themselves to the congregation. After each introduction there was a round of applause. I got to do my introduction, and wow, that was a good feeling. At the end, the announcer said something to the effect that they were happy to be people’s “spiritual home away from home,” I seriously nearly lost it. I was so deeply affected by it that I needed to take a few moments to regather my thoughts just to not start bawling. It’s so easy to feel isolated and lonely here: that’s why the warm welcome really got to me. After the mass, a parishioner came up to me and asked if I was Filipino in Tagalog. I replied that I was. We had a nice mini-chat after which she wished me a nice stay. I felt so good coming out of that place.

Well, after mass, I had a few hours to kill before my friend became available, so I decided on his suggestion to wander around the city and take in the people and the sites. So that’s what I did. I started wandering around Roppongi. I had intentions of going west over to the Meiji shrine and Harajuku on foot, but I got side-tracked and saw a familiar hospital that I passed by in the 2006 tour. Since it was familiar, I decided to see if I could somehow end up seeing any other familiar places. Somehow made it over to Azabu-Jūban. I think only one reader out there knows the significance of this place :P . Anyway, I bought a Pocari Sweat and drank it on Patio Jūban. Everyone in that district looks so posh! I continued to wander and ended up at Daimon and the area around Shiba Park–both places that I’d seen before. I decided to just keep going and I ended up at district after district. Shinbashi, Ginza, Nihonbashi, Akihabara, Ueno… I was surprised when I got to Ginza. The main artery through the shopping district was closed to cars and only allowed pedestrian traffic. Apparently this only happens on Sundays. Holy crap, why can’t we do that more often in Toronto? Seriously, if Tokyo can do that on what seems to be a major road, why can’t we? It was a popular area–so many people crowded the place. After four hours of straight walking I got tired and ended up stopping at Ueno park. I hit that fatigue point where I just needed to drink something sugary to get my glycogen levels back to normal.

From there, my friend called me to say that he was done with his business and asked me to meet him at Nihonbashi station on the subway. As I was on the subway, I was thinking that on the subway it took only a few minutes to get someplace it took me an hour or two to get from. Crazy. We went over to Yoyogi park and took in a random rave party. Don’t ask me. There was a lot of drunk naked people stumbling openly in daylight. There were kids running around with incense sticks. It’s not normally my scene, but damn, it was interesting to watch the general debauchery. I got a good laugh out of it.

From there, my friend, his friend and I walked all the way back through Roppongi to Azabu-Jūban. That was basically another 45 minute walk–honestly it felt like an eternity. We went there for some really great thin pizza at a place called Savoy. It’s a small place, but damn the food was awesome. The three of us finished off 4 small pizzas–well worth it. From there, we walked from Azabu to Roppongi to get some frozen yogurt.

That’s been my day. I can honestly say that the long walk helped me absorb more of the character of the city. I’m feeling a bit better about being here. It’s like…the city really only reveals its true nuances to those that are willing to explore a bit. All of the walking has wiped me out. I’m going to get a good night’s sleep. I have to be up early tomorrow to start the 7 day tour all over the country. It’s going to be fantastic!

Of drinking and karaoke

A haiku for the ages…

Drinking can be fun,
Karaoke can be fun.
Pair them up and, whooooooooo!

Oh God, I’m drunk…

Oh my freaking hell. I’m not feeeling mysel right now. There was a bottle of white wien at my table and not one really liked it. Frankly ikt was a little ibt tart. In any case, i thought it was wrong to let hte bottle go to waste so I took it up[on myself to drink it. Figure.s, you know? As well, people were givoig me their drink tickets. It was thoughful of them but not really a good idea, I gather. I think I had a vodka/cran and a screwddriver. However, you know what, after the screw driver I freaking’ drew the line. No more alcohol! No good for someone like me. I don’t norallly drik!
What can you do though?

The cab ride home was relatively smooth. Thanks, Amjad! You rock! Nothing vomit inducing which holy hell I’m so freaking thankful of. i so don’t want ot be puking all over the cab. That would be so disgraceful. He got me back hoe in piece which is os freakin’ awesome. here i am. i’vr already gone ot the bathroom trying ot get rid of these toxins. I sot of want ot drink water but i so remember the last timme i tried ot top mself off with water so that i would’t get hung over. the results were not so good. I don’t want ot be pukignall over the place–not with famnily here.

Anyway, I so apologize for this blog entry. I shouln’t be blgging in this conditio…but here I AM. ! I’m sure I”l regret it tomorrow morning..but…well, such is life, eh.

Drinking on the job

Some people were over today to clean out our air ducts. They were pretty much in and out and didn’t linger very long. It caused a little bit of disruption here, only because a lot of effort actually went into cleaning the house. You should see my room! It’s disturbingly tidy. Those of you who’ve lived with me before will know just how unusual this is.

Anyway, my father, being as nice as he is usually puts a couple of beers in the fridge whenever we’ve got service people in. I kind of disagree with the idea of giving the workers a drink while they’re on the job (and expected to continue working after). Yeah, it’s a nice gesture, but they’re being paid to perform. Alcohol is just going to hamper productivity–if not for us, then the next customers. That’s just my opinion though, right.

More often than not, the people accept it in gratitude. Many people can’t say no to a cold one, yes? These two workers though, they politely declined and were off to their next job. I have to admit that I was impressed by that. That shows some responsibility while on the job. It’s appreciated.

Starting to feel like Christmas

I guess I didn’t really state it explicitly, but yes, I did enjoy the party. The dynamics were wholly different in that the event wasn’t really about couples at all like a ball or a school dance would be about.

Anyway, I think I over-indulged that night. During the dinner, the servers kept pouring the wine. Afterwards, I used up my 3 drink tickets. As well, some people leaving the party early gave me their remaining tickets. In the end…I was pretty out of it, although, not at puke levels like that time this past March. I took a cab home (it was on the company’s account) which cost about $58.

Up till today, it seemed like the celebrating hadn’t ended yet. At about half past 4, everyone gathered upstairs where we had wine and cheese. I kept on saying to everyone: “this is just awesome, man.” Seriously, not many places are like this, right? I had two glasses of red wine, and unfortunately, I kind of got blindsided by them. I think my stomach would have been able to handle it better if I had more starchy stuff in my stomach (I didn’t). I wasn’t drunk…but my typing suffered. Luckily I didn’t update any work tickets afterwards, you know? That could have been embarassing. I ended up walking for 45 minutes just to burn off the buzz.

All is well now. I will readily admit that now things are starting to feel a bit more like Christmas.

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