Speeding by on the bullet train to Toronto. Did I just type Toronto? I meant Osaka. Oops, obviously shouldn't blog and talk to Zack on msn at the same time.
Japanese rice fields- ready for harvesting!
My TV in my extremely small hotel room (but it was comfy!)
A woman in traditional dress jogging past the temple
I met a Punjabi man who made a living taking trekkers up into the Himilayas at this point. We both made fun of the fact that arcade games like these still consume the minds of full-grown businessmen. You'll find them in the street in Japan and Korea, and it's never children who are playing with them, but drunk men- sometimes even sober. At least the drunk ones have an excuse.
So much Korean won turned into so little Japanese Yen!
And this is the bench where I sat, watching people and listening to my friend Avril and talking with my new friend, Sonu (the guy I made fun of Japanese men playing arcade games with). He offered to make me a good Punjabi lunch the next day at his house, but I was regrettably pressed for time (one night in Japan is simply not enough!).
I stuck to my Asian staple: pork and noodles in broth. Yummy.
This woman's job was to pretend she was a robot statue, or something... she obviously loves her job! I think I would find it a bit repetitive.