Instead, we did a road trip around the Noto peninsula. Shan and Perry came up from Komatsu, and I picked them up along with Judith and took them to Notojima Aquarium.
We showed up five minutes before closing, and stay far past our welcome by an hour. After that, we picked Craig (or Cwaig, as I call him after his name was misspelled at bowling, to which he retaliates with calling me my own misspelling, Alisor) and had yakiniku(grilled meat). Being with a vegetarian is difficult, especially in Japan, where they put fish in every sauce and seem to have a bizarre idea that bacon is not a meat. After we ordered everything that looked even vaguely vegetarian, we called it a night. That is, we called it a night once we figured out how to get home. I've driven that road a million times, and yet I get still lost. I told Bill this, and he said "of course you did. You are you."
The next day, we woke up very early, and made our way to the Mawaki ruins, which is really a man made park that stands as a memorial to the ruins that used to be there at some time. Time, and archaeologists had all but washed what was left away.
There, we met Rob, and he and Perry then proceeded to pummel each other in a deliberately choreographed fashion, leaving us three girls a little bored after wandering the park for two hours.
My deliberately dramatic shot of an epic dance-off.
Then, we went to Flatt's Bakery (owned by an Australian) and talked for about three hours. It was a wonderful thing, learning that I should not be intimidated as much as I am by Rob, and learning that Shan isn't as grumpy as she tends to pretend to be. Such casual revelations such as these are what I always hope for when uniting a group of people who don't hang out.
Next we went to Motojima Island off the tip of Suzu. It was fantastic for the 10 seconds I afforded it notice, but not nearly as fantastic as the park next to it that had zip lines and a wonderfully tall and intricate jungle gym. I actually made it to the top of it! It was an amazing feat, indeed, for one so lacking in dexterity.
Next we went to Motojima Island off the tip of Suzu. It was fantastic for the 10 seconds I afforded it notice, but not nearly as fantastic as the park next to it that had zip lines and a wonderfully tall and intricate jungle gym. I actually made it to the top of it! It was an amazing feat, indeed, for one so lacking in dexterity.
Supposedly, it looks like a battleship. Shan was quite emphatic that it did not.
And then, yet again, we went home! That is, after I got lost... again. Eventually, I became so stressed out that Shan had to drive us home. Shan! She doesn't even live in the Noto! Bested in navigation by some one who looked at no map and had no idea where our starting point was. If I told Bill this, I'm sure he would say "of course. You are you!"
The next day, we went to the Wajima Morning Market. It was depressingly small, but interesting for the block of merchants that had decided to come. We were accosted by many people asking where we were from, and it was exceedingly difficult. "South Africa" I would say, and the women selling purses looked at them in surprise. "But their faces are different." After I tried to tell her about colonization, and failed miserably at it, I gave up and let her tell me how our eyes are different from the Japanese. "They are, aren't they?" was all I could say.
Listening to: Portishead
Eating: Brownies
Doing: nothing, but wanting to write well for once.
The next day, we went to the Wajima Morning Market. It was depressingly small, but interesting for the block of merchants that had decided to come. We were accosted by many people asking where we were from, and it was exceedingly difficult. "South Africa" I would say, and the women selling purses looked at them in surprise. "But their faces are different." After I tried to tell her about colonization, and failed miserably at it, I gave up and let her tell me how our eyes are different from the Japanese. "They are, aren't they?" was all I could say.
Listening to: Portishead
Eating: Brownies
Doing: nothing, but wanting to write well for once.
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