Did I ever doubt Japan would rock?
Hey all,
I made it safely to Japan, and the 13 hour nonstop flight from Ohare to Tokyo went by surprisingly fast. I had an aisle seat and an open seat next to me. Even better was that a super nice Japanese guy was sitting two seats away. Apparently he is a physics prof. (yes, Stephen, physics still sucks, even in Japan) at Tohoku University, which is supposedly the third largest, or something like that. Anyway, he showed me word games with kanji and then was testing my kanji with some magazine he had picked up off the shinkansen train. The plane food was surprisingly tolerable, although they said Nacho Libre was on the list of movies to be played but then totally skipped over it. I was looking forward to learning about Busha's rich Mexican heritage. Then I got to Narita, and waited for next flight. Out of boredom, I decided to go to the bathroom, and was taken aback by the heated toilet seat. I had completely forgotten Japan has insanely fancy toilets. You can shoot water at your butt with the touch of a button. When I saw the water pressure adjuster, I had to try out maximum pressure. Let me tell you, maximum should never be necessary. Water sprayed pretty much everywhere, leaving me more uncomfortable than beforehand. The domestic flight I had with All Nippon Airways was short, but the plane was completely *pimped out* (as I believe the kids nowadays are saying). LCD screens on the every seat, a projector for the middle section. The kicker, though, is the remote in the arm chair that not only lets you select what music, movie, or TV you would like to watch, but it also doubles as a video game controller (I think Nintendo took a page from their book for the Wii design).
I was a bit nervous about meeting my host family, but all fears were set aside when the four year old, Yugo, called out my name and instantly latched onto me. The mom informed me we would be having sushi at the house and asked if I could wait the hour or if I needed something right away. (She's incredibly nice like that.) I politely declined and we headed toward the car. The father didn't come along, which ended up being a good thing since we barely got all my stuff into their car, which happens to be a frickin Jaguar. So far, my family has been incredibly nice, and I have been the near constant plaything of the four year old...but I will go into more detail about my host family in the next post. Needless to say, I am more than pleased. I will post pictures as soon as possible, but I'm having trouble figuring out a way to get everything to work with the school's network.
Later
I made it safely to Japan, and the 13 hour nonstop flight from Ohare to Tokyo went by surprisingly fast. I had an aisle seat and an open seat next to me. Even better was that a super nice Japanese guy was sitting two seats away. Apparently he is a physics prof. (yes, Stephen, physics still sucks, even in Japan) at Tohoku University, which is supposedly the third largest, or something like that. Anyway, he showed me word games with kanji and then was testing my kanji with some magazine he had picked up off the shinkansen train. The plane food was surprisingly tolerable, although they said Nacho Libre was on the list of movies to be played but then totally skipped over it. I was looking forward to learning about Busha's rich Mexican heritage. Then I got to Narita, and waited for next flight. Out of boredom, I decided to go to the bathroom, and was taken aback by the heated toilet seat. I had completely forgotten Japan has insanely fancy toilets. You can shoot water at your butt with the touch of a button. When I saw the water pressure adjuster, I had to try out maximum pressure. Let me tell you, maximum should never be necessary. Water sprayed pretty much everywhere, leaving me more uncomfortable than beforehand. The domestic flight I had with All Nippon Airways was short, but the plane was completely *pimped out* (as I believe the kids nowadays are saying). LCD screens on the every seat, a projector for the middle section. The kicker, though, is the remote in the arm chair that not only lets you select what music, movie, or TV you would like to watch, but it also doubles as a video game controller (I think Nintendo took a page from their book for the Wii design).
I was a bit nervous about meeting my host family, but all fears were set aside when the four year old, Yugo, called out my name and instantly latched onto me. The mom informed me we would be having sushi at the house and asked if I could wait the hour or if I needed something right away. (She's incredibly nice like that.) I politely declined and we headed toward the car. The father didn't come along, which ended up being a good thing since we barely got all my stuff into their car, which happens to be a frickin Jaguar. So far, my family has been incredibly nice, and I have been the near constant plaything of the four year old...but I will go into more detail about my host family in the next post. Needless to say, I am more than pleased. I will post pictures as soon as possible, but I'm having trouble figuring out a way to get everything to work with the school's network.
Later
posted by Collin at 2:56 AM
2 Comments:
God Collin, I'm so happy for you! This sure sounds like a different ass place, you be good still... try not to fiddle with the gagdets so much as Godzilla and GIANT ROBOTS are possible mishaps. And go out often, as often as schooling allows (which I gather isn't a whole lot.) WE'RE ALL SO HAPPY FOR YOU!
-Busha and Co.
heyyyyy collin whats up? I agree with my small fragile brother, seems like you are going to have a great time. Its crazy how its so nice over there in your pics and then when I go outside and look at our park..IM like damn...its not as good as that one in Japan. Ha well Im glad you are having a good time and I just started japanese so maybe someday we will all have to go. JA
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