Well who would have thought that I would end up back in Japan again, except this time its for an undetermined amount of time. Well to all who read this little set up of memoirs for my Journey through the land of the rising sun
WELCOME TO ZA ANOBASHO 2 The Endless Adventure of Sai
Hajime no Ippo or I hate Shinjuku Station
To start off, I had a pretty uneventfull flight here to Tokyo in fact everything was smooth ranging from going through immigration, getting my luggage and even getting through customs. I even followed the directions to a T of leaving the airport and heading towards the station in which I could get in contact with the family I am staying with for a few days. My problem occured when I realized to late that its almost impossible to manuver in Shinjuku Station at 7`oclock pm with it crowded with over a million Tokyo-nites with 3 heavy bags of luggage and a back pack topped with a hot parker jacket, stupidly left on from a mildly chilled plain ride. Still in retrospect the biggest problem was the fact that I had forgotten my sence of how to get around a Japanese subway because I ended up hauling 3 lead heavy like trunks all over the d^^n station only to find out that the path to the train I needed was right next to the area that I had disembarked from. Oh well great work out and spectalcle for the Japanese who saw my struggle.
Were my humble start begins or Ore no Tomodachi no Kazoku ga daisuki
Well I arived safely and am currently staying with a friend of mines family in Tokyo, they live far enough away from the main city, but I realize how close together things are in Tokyo. Although a funny thing is when I was waiting at the stop waiting for my friends family to pick me up I noticed that there was a nova office right next to the station, which got me wondering why a company with so many officies all over Japan placed me in an Island far away from the 3 initial choices I picked. Now don`t get me wrong I am not ungrateful that I am going to Kochi Japan to work ( in fact im glad that I am going somewhere that is generally warm year round and is reeeeeeeallly close to the beach), still its one of those things that kinda make you go hmmmm. Still I was picked up without incident and proceded to talk and dine with my 3 day host family(man that reminds me of study abroad to hokkaido all over again). I even had the opportunity to meet my friends brother again and managed to get into bed and beat the jetlag a little.
The next day or should`ve could`ve but l had to put this off the things to do before I die list
I woke up on the first of September around 8am to find out two interesting facts, first off my host brother is a certified Buddist Monk as well as the house I am staying in is right next to a grave yard (like you walk out the front door and make a left and your facing some families tomb marker) also there is a Buddist Temple connected to the graveyard. So right now I am in a location that has a poetic balance of life and death right next to each other with the temple being the middle ground or mediating force...go figure (dont read to much into it) speaking of Buddist temples I got the privilege to hear the 108 rings of the shrine bell which is supposed to break man from the 108 vices that are prevalent in life. I had plans to go and just buy my ticket to Osaka and hang out with my host sister for the rest of the day buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut fate had another path for me to decide to take. Earlier that morning my host brother told me he had to go to work which entailed going to a live show of a band he works with, what I didnt know is it was one of my favorite bands of all time a Japanese band by the name of Sambomaster (its a russian martial arts so dont read to much into it) and he happened upon an extra ticket (which he graciously obtained while I was on the way to buy my ticket) needless to say I had an opportunity to get something check off my list of things to do before I die (ill post this list at a later date probably on a slow news day) and I jumped on it. I arrived at the concert a little late, not that it really mattered because the concert was roughly 5 hours in which I had the privilige to watch my favorite band perform all 55 of their relesed songs, and I loved every second of it.(chalk one up to God and good timing) Still I quicky realized I was the only forigner in the whole stadium, but it didnt matter i was living it up in front of my favorite band BANZI SAMBOMASTER
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