Faen Faen Faen Auf Der Autobahn

Denne gangen tenkte jeg å skrive litt på norsk, det er nå over 5 måneder siden jeg har snakket Norsk, så vi får se hvis jeg kan fremdeles skrive på det. På søndag tok jeg en tur til Yokohama, det er ikke så langt unnå, det skulle ta bare 30 minutter, men jeg la en kompis planlegger ruten. Ikke en bra idè, først dro jeg til feil stasjonen, og så da vi traff tok vi et tog, og eventualt kom vi til en stasjon som la bare et stopp borte fra Yokohama. Toget stoppet, og alle gikk av, bortsett fra oss, etter en stund kom flere mennesker tilbake på toget, og da lukket dørene og toget begynnte igjen, men i feil retningen, baklengs, faen. Så vi gikk av et annet tog og tok et tilbake, og denne gangen fant vi det riktige toget, og endelig kom vi til Yokohama. Det var den kinesiske nyttårs, men vi var for sent for det. Så vi spiste dyr kinesisk mat, som jeg syntes var ikke så deilig. Japansk og Kinesisk mat er faktisk kjempe annerledes fra hverandre. Men det beste var etterpå, det er en bar der som heter "Norge", og vi bestemte oss til å gå inn. De hadde norske flagger på veggen og jeg begynnte å spenne meg, kanskje jeg kunne snakker litt norsk ikveld. Men nei, det var bare japaner der inne, som overalt, jeg vet ikke hvorfor det heter Norge, kanskje fordi inne var det laget av tre....Jeg greide å spørre bartenderen om han kunne snakke norsk på japansk- "Noruwego o hanashimas ka", nei. Jeg ble stolt av det da, det som lignet mest på Norge var ølprisen tror jeg, ikke billig der. Ja, så det er det, alle kan skrive i gjesteboken og si hvordan norsken min er blitt. Faen, det er så mye lettere enn japansk. Og husk å ha det gøy.











Sorry all you English speaking folks.......

Farmer.

The title is the hardest bit to come up with for each post. Then you gotta think of something to write. Well the main development lately has been the beard, yes, every few years the desire to become a bushman returns, and I let it grow for a bit, it's cool, because folks don't recognise me. I remember back when I was 20 I farmed a beard for 2 months. Then my dad came to my house,(who I hadn't seen in this time) when I answered the door he said "Is Brett here?", "Look past the beard, man". But this time it's about saving my time, in my busy 23 hour working week, I don't have much time for shaving, but you get roasted if you don't shave, yet beards are permitted. So I'm gonna see how long I can let it last, I had a look around the net and I found some dudes who have given me great inspiration here. Hopefully if I can get it all worked out I can return to Germany and claim the prize. These guys are the true legends.
I was thinking about the whole point of the blog, I dunno how many people are reading this, but it seems to me that it's more interesting reading bullshit from someone you know than some random dweeb. So maybe it's better for me to write more frequently about nothing much at all than to wait for something to happen, then again I found some blogs from folk's I used to know, and I think they're pretty lame, one dude I used to hang out with in primary school, can't say I've spoken to him in 20 years, and if I saw him on the street I wouldn't say hello, but it's interesting to see what happened to him. Calls himself a nomad, dunno what that's supposed to be. Another is a girl I was friends with in school, guess we grew apart, she turned into a bit of a fascist I think. She's ok though, it just goes that way. Better not be reading this, or I'm in for a whippin'. But I think they write some pretty mediocre shit compared to my inspired philosophical new age writings, whattya say? So the thought occurred to me, that everyone should write a blog, I'd rather read about the crap people I know are doing than what some potato head in Hollywood is up to, or George Bush's latest scheme to destroy the world. So everyone start writing now. Please.
Ok, snow came on Saturday, was nice to see, I was surprised it's still around, I thought it would melt straight away, but it's still in the shadowy areas. Snow's pretty cool, makes the place look like a whole new town, the ice stayed frozen on the ground, and still is. It was cool lying in bed listening to folks doing burnouts trying to get their cars moving. And the sound of walking on crisp snow is somehow enchanting. Golly, look at this.
Well why don't I talk about work, interesting revelations have occurred, I have received notice that I am now "The Golden One", having gone from my beginning as "The Evil One". The best bit is that I've got no idea what I'm doing that's any different to when I started, besides having a slight clue now about what the hell I'm doing there. The other best bit is, that I began at the same time as the girl(see previous post about the one who detested being called a chick), we were seen as good and bad by our overlords, I wasn't the good one. But alas, she went home for a week over Christmas, and never returned. Yet I remain. Apparently she had planned this desertion previous to it's enactment. So it just goes to show all those dickweeds in the upper levels who think they are so high and mighty and know what's going on really don't know shit. I would like to ask everyone to collectively raise one middle finger in honour of these cretins. Thankyou.
Anyway, in summary, all is good. I'd write more, but I'm not going to.

More.

Well here it is, because someone demanded it. Some more ranting. It's been a few weeks since last time, so what has happened?? Well I had a visit from the most gracious Sonja from Switzerland, we had a very nice time together for 2 weeks. What did we do? I dunno, it went by so fast, the main highlight was snowboarding, then hanging around Tokyo for a week, we also went and walked up a mountain. She left on Sunday, so I've been back at work, very exciting no not really well it's ok yeah sure. Oh yes, we also went to Yokohama which was windy and cold, no big deal, there was a rollercoaster there and the world's cleanest Chinatown, now that's something, every other chinatown I've been to usually stinks like crap from all the rancid foodstuffs they have a habit of just throwing on the street, it's actually pretty interesting how they manage to create such a stench. But anyway, this one was immaculate, no garbage, no grease smeared footpaths, you get the idea.
Back to the snowboarding, that was a cool trip, we took a bus to the snow, the overnight bus from hell, well one of the many, we got picked up near my house at 9pm, then taken to another place to get on the main bus, I don't think anyone spoke English in this company, so suddenly I went from being the mong of Japanese to the interpreter. As soon as we got on the bus we leant our seats back so we could relax in comfort on this journey, I guess the staff must've looked around for someone who could speak enough English to come on and tell us "no recrining", so we had to sit up all the way. It's only 350km to the place, but they somehow managed to make the journey last 6 hours. We arrived at 5.30 in the morning, we weren't exactly sure what was gonna happen next, so again as is always the story with Japan, simple things become hard, we just had to rent our stuff and get the lift tickets, but this took a few hours cause we had no idea what was going on. I had my booklet of tickets for everything, but I never knew what the individual tickets were for, so everytime I had to do something I'd just hand over the whole book and let them and let them take out whatever they wanted. I've never snowboarded before, but it took literally 10 minutes to learn, problem was I got overconfident, so straight away we took on some bigger hills. The snow can be pretty hard when you are sliding down the mountain on your head. I was just cruising down when I fucked up a turn and took a dive, I saw some stars and slid about 5m or so. Then I sat there trying to remember my name and how to breath, I felt like I'd been truly punched out, been a while since I've enjoyed this sensation. That was my only major crash except for the end of the second day, when we became the last people left on the mountain and all the lift operators were waiting for us so they could follow us down. Sonja took off and I was trying to pretend I was in control, this time I felt back first and it felt like I had my arse ripped into two pieces and I whacked my head again. Though there was no time to grieve cause the patrol was right behind me so I stood up and very slowly cruised down pretending nothing was wrong. The hotel was pretty nice, though no showers in the room, this is pretty normal I gather, so I finally had my onsen experience. That was cool, they had an outdoor onsen, so I could sit in warm water while surrounded by snow and let my hair freeze solid. I didn't realise that they rotate the 2 onsens each day between men and women, so on the second day just walked into the same onsen as the day before, I was kind of confused seeing Sonja standing in the change room, then I realised what was going on and ran out and tried to explain to the Japanese dude sitting outside who just let me walk straight in there. Dinner was interesting, a learning experience, you learn through errors, we tried to get some soy sauce, but I couldn't quite remember the name, something starting with "s", the waitress brought us salt, I said thankyou and pretended to put it on my dinner, then continued my meal while watching the folks at the table over the room enjoy their soy sauce. I now know it's called Shoyou, which explains what this cartoon is all about. In the last hour of the 3rd day I suddenly cracked the code and I could snowboard fast confidently, bizarre how you just figure shit out like that. After that we took another death bus back to Tokyo, arriving on new years eve, it was insanely windy and cold at 5am. I wanted to buy some fireworks, but in a very Norwegian style there was a sheet over the fireworks shelf and a sign that I assume meant you can't by them on new years eve, why I don't know, cause it seems like the only time you'd need them. Fascists.
What else, I don't know. Yes we caught a train for 2 hours so we could climb a mountain in the snow, it was pretty cool though, I'd like to go back there. Then we went to the beach in Tokyo, more wind, and a big bridge that we walked over, that was cool though, and of course the Japanese 1/16th replica of the Statue of Liberty. I tried on a leather jacket in a shop, the biggest they had, but no, it felt like a straight jacket. Well, it's Friday the 13th, so don't be surprised if you die. I'm going to bed.
PS- I got that haircut from that joint. The dude looked kinda confused because I didn't have straight black hair. Then he just started hacking chunks out of it.