<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:43:37.621+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinni in Japan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-1361043691446070782</id><published>2010-03-31T06:16:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T06:16:28.189+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The last post</title><content type='html'>It has been 6 weeks now that I have come back to Germany. And as I had already sensed in my last weeks in Japan – my stay in Japan has become a distant memory. It does not feel real any more. Sometimes I even wonder if I have really been there. Adjustment to one’s life at home really takes on fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are there things that I am happy about, now that I am home? Yes, there are certain things I can do that I could not when I was in Japan: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-see masculine men: apparently, in Japan “masculine men” can be an oxymoron. They are skinny, they are shy, they are delicate, they are obsessed with fashion and hairstyles, they pluck their eyebrows, and I could swear, some of them wear make up! To prove my point: I wore a jersey top with a waterfall neckline that I got many compliments on. I never told anybody that I got it from a men’s fashion store… (Wait, or does this anecdote put ME in a bad light?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-eat an apple in public: in Japan you never see people eat an apple on the streets. If you do, people will notice you&amp;nbsp; – have you ever seen people in Germany bite into a tomato while walking down the street?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-work at my desk without freezing to death: Kaikan room was a refrigerator during the winter months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-not feeling isolated when being alone: although Japanese people are polite and helpful, I never felt like I belonged to the society. I could never really understand their thinking. Being alone in Kaikan felt like being alone in the world. Here in Germany I do not feel lonely when being alone because I feel like part of this society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Hear “no” once in a while: in Japan it is really hard to guess from their faces and their words what they really want. They do not say no directly, you have to really pay attention to grasp their subtle hints of their real thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-buy cheap fruit and vegetables: the prices for these commodities are a little bit higher in Japan, and it adds up, when you like to cook fresh meals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-not feeling lost when travelling: finally I can read all the signs at the stations, on the streets, in the shops, …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-something I have been obsessing about the longer I stayed in Japan – eat German bread! The first -thing I bought after I stepped off the airplane and felt German ground under my feet: ein belegtes Mehrkornbrötchen (whole wheat bread roll with topping) – I never tasted anything that good for a long time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;not feel like a bum, when wearing jeans and a T-shirt: if the guys are fashionable in Japan, then the girls are fashion gods. It seems like they are dressed to enter a fashion contest every day, short skirts, high heels, perfect make up, perfect hair, never jeans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Throwing away garbage without being intellectually challenged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are also other things that I noticed when I came back to Germany. I feel so small! The furniture is bigger and higher, the people are all hovering over me again, even the toilet seats are higher! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the worst of all: the cold unfriendly German faces. After half a year in Japan, where the staff in supermarkets, stores, and konbinis has been sucking up to you and kissed the ground that you have been walking on, and you want to e.g. buy bread at a German bakery - you will feel like you just asked prison staff to open the door of your cell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All in all, when I came back I noticed that I had not been missing much during my stay in Japan. Walking down the aisles in the German supermarkets, seeing my room at home, and walking down the city – nothing has changed. I have not thought about these places at all during my stay abroad and had not been imagining them, so nothing seemed changed for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I also know that when thinking back I tend to forget the “bad stuff”. There have been moments when I wanted to go back home, when I have been missing my family and friends, when I had felt lonely, when I had cursed all the Japanese for their non existent English skills and their weird behaviour. Especially the first weeks have been tough. I did not like Oita at all. I guess it is called culture shock. After a while we adapted and the exhilarating feeling of discovering new things took over. All in all, it has been a wonderful adventure and I am so happy that I did it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-1361043691446070782?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/1361043691446070782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1361043691446070782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1361043691446070782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-post.html' title='The last post'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-5796021824371752753</id><published>2010-03-02T23:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:47:13.731+09:00</updated><title type='text'>One day in Taipei</title><content type='html'>On the way back from Japan to Germany we changed planes in Taipei again. Unfortunately, my plan to stay in Taipei once again did not work out due to lack of time and money. Looking back I am even glad that it had not worked out, because I had been such an emotional mess, that I could not have enjoyed it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we had 12 hours between the changing flights in Taipei, we wanted to go into the city and visit a German friend, who works in Taipei. It was February 16th when we landed in Taipei, exactly in the week of Chinese New Year. This is the most important holiday in Taiwan, and people get together with their families in order to celebrate - one whole week! If you consider that our Taiwanese friends (or work machines) usually work 14 hours per day, it seems even more extraordinary, that they take off one whole week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice to see Taipei again. The humid air, the smell of the city instantly reminded me of our 4 days in Taipei last September and happy memories came back to my mind. Unfortunately, it rained all day!We intended to go to the most famous dumpling restaurant in Taipei, but unfortunately, when we got there, people were already standing in line in the rain in front of the restaurant to get in. It was not even lunch time! Our friend said, that next time we should reserve a table before going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S40dUlSgqzI/AAAAAAAANoc/Aet1E4IbAKc/s1600-h/IMG_5951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S40dUlSgqzI/AAAAAAAANoc/Aet1E4IbAKc/s320/IMG_5951.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last time, when Fabian and I were still scared newcomers in exotic Asia, we had not dared to use the subway. But this time, now having become Asian experts and strengthened through adventurous travelling in Japan, we did it. We used the subway! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S40dojY7tAI/AAAAAAAANok/m5WBgAAUY4Q/s1600-h/IMG_5964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S40dojY7tAI/AAAAAAAANok/m5WBgAAUY4Q/s320/IMG_5964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For lunch, after searching half the city in pouring rain for a decent restaurant (many were closed because of the holidays), we found a nice restaurant for shabu shabu. It can be compared to nabe in Japan. It is a hot pot with boiling broth on the table, where everybody puts his ingredients in and cooks it. Delicious! When our friend said, "this is a restaurant with a higher standard", Fabian and I worriedly felt our wallets, thinking about how much money we had. When the bill came, each of us had to pay... Guess how much! 7 Euros! Taiwan is a heaven for gourmets! ^^ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S40d54LDQSI/AAAAAAAANos/endJt7MIlho/s1600-h/IMG_5971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S40d54LDQSI/AAAAAAAANos/endJt7MIlho/s320/IMG_5971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Taipei 101 clouded&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S40ePyqmzGI/AAAAAAAANo0/VXkHvnG3Fos/s1600-h/IMG_5973.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S40ePyqmzGI/AAAAAAAANo0/VXkHvnG3Fos/s320/IMG_5973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inside the 101&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S40ek_6Om_I/AAAAAAAANo8/MEZrzC9vJd4/s1600-h/IMG_6003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S40ek_6Om_I/AAAAAAAANo8/MEZrzC9vJd4/s320/IMG_6003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the end of the day - of course we had to conduct empirical research on cultural differences between Japanese and Taiwanese crane machines. Our result: the Taiwanese machines cheat the customers! The crane fingers are too loose!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He also showed us his fancy apartment. I was impressed! I could describe you in many words how expensive his apartment looked, how pretty the furniture was, how high the rent is, but I think this picture of the kitchen tells already everything:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S40hMEuur0I/AAAAAAAANpE/R0r1yOlKoXI/s1600-h/IMG_1222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S40hMEuur0I/AAAAAAAANpE/R0r1yOlKoXI/s320/IMG_1222.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This single hotplate says: "I do not need to cook. I only go out for eating."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I enjoyed this day in Taipei very much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for the wonderful day in Taipei! I had so much fun!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-5796021824371752753?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/5796021824371752753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-day-in-taipei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/5796021824371752753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/5796021824371752753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-day-in-taipei.html' title='One day in Taipei'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S40dUlSgqzI/AAAAAAAANoc/Aet1E4IbAKc/s72-c/IMG_5951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-6234588422948154459</id><published>2010-03-02T23:46:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:57:16.245+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yufuin</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of February we made a trip to Yufuin.&amp;nbsp; It is a small town, which is a 1 hour train ride from Oita. It was the last trip that we organized, motivated by the oncoming goodbye from Marion, our fellow Paderborn student, 2 days from then. I and Fabian were the last 2 Germans to leave Oita one week after Marion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this post at my German desk. All I write down now are memories from three weeks ago. I remember it to be a good and fun trip. It is sad to think of Yufuin now, which seems so unreal now that I breathe German air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the mountain first, in order to hike a little bit. We only wanted to go up a small hill, take some pictures and then head back to the town. But what looked like a small hill, which we could walk up in our pretty city shoes, turned out to be rather a Mount Everest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4pwOKULmAI/AAAAAAAANfI/sfhmkq8WyBY/s1600-h/IMG_5561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4pwOKULmAI/AAAAAAAANfI/sfhmkq8WyBY/s320/IMG_5561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our humble aim was to walk up the small cute hill to the left. On the right is Yufuin mountain, where some of our fellow students climbed up - it took them 4 hours to go up!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4pyPltzIoI/AAAAAAAANfY/tf1TNQmOd_I/s1600-h/IMG_5577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4pyPltzIoI/AAAAAAAANfY/tf1TNQmOd_I/s320/IMG_5577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the way up the "small" hill we slowly realized that it was much steeper and much more exhausting than expected to "walk" up. I sometimes even had to cling to the trees in order to pull me up the hill.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4pyuGFrt1I/AAAAAAAANfg/vcUA0Vuf4qc/s1600-h/IMG_5581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4pyuGFrt1I/AAAAAAAANfg/vcUA0Vuf4qc/s320/IMG_5581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On half of the way to the top - panting, sweating, swearing - we declared it to be our mountain top. So, "finally there"! Haha. We were 8 people when we started to hike, and when we arrived we were only 7. Haha.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4p6BgtTNKI/AAAAAAAANgY/1zpcPKtcixs/s1600-h/IMG_5585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4p6BgtTNKI/AAAAAAAANgY/1zpcPKtcixs/s320/IMG_5585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But we were of good humour. The fact that we mastered the mountain (according to our own definition) motivated us so much that we had the energy to joke around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4pzA3WRkxI/AAAAAAAANfw/DxE9Y1mv5e8/s1600-h/19344_290473263213_711498213_3604307_189294_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4pzA3WRkxI/AAAAAAAANfw/DxE9Y1mv5e8/s320/19344_290473263213_711498213_3604307_189294_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hungry after the exercise we tried to find a restaurant where we could eat. We could not decide and ended up in a not so pretty shop where they sold Ramen noodles. But we were hungry and had no money.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4py__qD_eI/AAAAAAAANfo/BP_eIzFxzbk/s1600-h/IMG_5603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4py__qD_eI/AAAAAAAANfo/BP_eIzFxzbk/s320/IMG_5603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voilà. Tonkatsu Ramen. One weird thing about Ramen is that it makes you crave something sweet after having eaten it. It also makes you hungry pretty soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4pzU--gxwI/AAAAAAAANf4/KONxm3nHc4U/s1600-h/IMG_5611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4pzU--gxwI/AAAAAAAANf4/KONxm3nHc4U/s320/IMG_5611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We walked around Yufuin and wondered why a friend of ours had declared this city to be his favorite in Japan. It was boring, nothing to see, and not spectacular at all. Then we remembered another friend telling us about a pretty lake. We asked some locals for directions and were guided to this street.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4p0WJhaw1I/AAAAAAAANgQ/1yR8YzSWfoU/s1600-h/IMG_5641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4p0WJhaw1I/AAAAAAAANgQ/1yR8YzSWfoU/s320/IMG_5641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beautiful and charming Yufuin. Suddenly we saw masses of people, many small and cute shops, charming houses... So that's why our friend loves Yufuin so much! There were so many shops that tempted us to go in. But as we wanted to see the lake by sunlight, we heaviheartedly had to drag each other along to find the lake. We only hoped that this "lake" would be worth it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4pztbSxWLI/AAAAAAAANgA/F-RCAeT29TI/s1600-h/IMG_5620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4pztbSxWLI/AAAAAAAANgA/F-RCAeT29TI/s320/IMG_5620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And there it was. Worth the renouncement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4p0EDVYscI/AAAAAAAANgI/lXrtiF8C7Qw/s1600-h/IMG_5631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4p0EDVYscI/AAAAAAAANgI/lXrtiF8C7Qw/s320/IMG_5631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some hungry animals begged for food. The size of the children made us wonder, if the duck would mistake the kids for a snack.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4p8_uPVgeI/AAAAAAAANgg/N1t87r1sCZE/s1600-h/19344_290473393213_711498213_3604320_2428110_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4p8_uPVgeI/AAAAAAAANgg/N1t87r1sCZE/s320/19344_290473393213_711498213_3604320_2428110_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;A beautiful day and beautiful people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4p9cDiUwoI/AAAAAAAANgo/wHn5vQOOfYQ/s1600-h/IMG_5606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4p9cDiUwoI/AAAAAAAANgo/wHn5vQOOfYQ/s320/IMG_5606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the way back from the lake, we finally could free our desire and explore the shops. This is one of the most famous in Yufuin. It is for merchandise products from the Japanese anime studio Ghibli. They produced movies like Chihiros Reise in Zauberland and Das wandelnde Schloss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4p_AyIrRzI/AAAAAAAANgw/V5kN0AR1JI0/s1600-h/IMG_5607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4p_AyIrRzI/AAAAAAAANgw/V5kN0AR1JI0/s320/IMG_5607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And they produced the anime "My neighbour Totoro" (1988). It is very famous in Japan, and also amongst Japan-lovers around the world. This big stuffed thing is Totoro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yufuin turned out be one of my favorite cities in Japan. It is a very charming and beautiful town. I wish we have had more time to explore the small individual shops and boutiques there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-6234588422948154459?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/6234588422948154459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/03/yufuin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/6234588422948154459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/6234588422948154459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/03/yufuin.html' title='Yufuin'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S4pwOKULmAI/AAAAAAAANfI/sfhmkq8WyBY/s72-c/IMG_5561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-5252515369745525271</id><published>2010-02-14T08:35:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:38:26.699+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Oita! Thank you Oita! See you again!</title><content type='html'>This is a post I wrote one week ago. And now it is even more relevant. Andora's speech becomes truer with every minute that goes by... Thank you for your honest words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come. It is time to say goodbye. These days have been filled with goodbyes to fellow students, farewell get-togethers, nostalgia, tears, emotions, promises to see each other again, ... everythings that makes a goodbye a goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and sadly, it has crept into our lives. Who knew it would come so soon? Who knew it would be so emotional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with the offical farewell parties at the universities last Friday. The official farewell party started out as, well, an official farewell party. Some officials gave some speeches (in Japanese, so I did not understand anything), people were standing around, pictures were taken, it was a weird atmosphere, because everywhere tables were in the way and everybody was standing in the middle of nowhere. It felt like an unorganized, boring official event and I was already thinking about leaving. But then Andora, our friend from Indonesia, who started as an international student one year before us and had now finished his studies in Oita, held his speech. It was the first heart moving moment of this event, that gave the farewell party its first emotional touch. The first glimpse of an honest goodbye swept through the room and left nobody untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2vH8kkhDWI/AAAAAAAAM34/ofSfnO64e1U/s1600-h/IMG_5222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2vH8kkhDWI/AAAAAAAAM34/ofSfnO64e1U/s320/IMG_5222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Andora's speech: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"As I am standing now to deliver a speech, I just remembered some moments in my past. Two years ago, I was one of you guys here, joining the group of both Japanese and international students and listening to Johan, my Swedish friend’s speech. At that time, I was thinking that it would be great if someday I can give a speech during my farewell. So as today, in my second farewell party in Oita university, I wanna give my credits to all my friends, teachers, the international office staffs, and to all people without whom I won’t have such a great and wonderful experiences in Oita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, my first experience in Oita was not very favorable - I had a bunch of complaints - : why the Japanese hardly speak english, or why Oita was so small and quiet and doesn’t that much awesome and spectacular as, let say, Tokyo, - and so on and so forth. However, as the day passed, I got used to my new environment, started to learn the Japanese language, created new friends, and slowly began to enjoy this place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still keep in touch with some of my fellow friends who had already leaved Oita and returned back to their country. Among these people, some were really enjoyed their time here, and some who didn’t seem enjoying it during their stay. However, they all have the same messages. -They are dying missing this place so much -. So I wonder how much I will miss this place, as much as I believe you guys will, after we are back in our home country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my final words, I would like to say have a safe return trip, and good luck for your study back there in your home country. I sincerely hope all the very best for your future. There is a time to meet, and unfortunately there is also a time to say good bye, but I believe that the friendship that everyone gets here will last. I sincerely wish that we can meet again somewhere, sometime, somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much everyone. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yet another surprise was to come when Koji, our Japanese friend, sang goodbye songs accompanied by a live band. The songs were the accompanyment to a surprise picture show with many pictures of all the international students that they took during this semester. We were surprised whenever we saw our faces on the huge screen. The photos showed funny moments, significant moments, relaxed moments, excited moments, moments with friends... It was there that I realized how many things we have seen, been through, experienced together. While watching this slide show as a summary of this semester it suddenly dawned on us, how many new friends and experiences we have made - and that now the end of it is coming. The room was darkened so that everybody could watch the big screen with the picture show, but I could see students being so moved that they cried with their friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This official farewell party was followed by a second farewell party (this time only students in the student dorm) and a privately organized farewell party of the Kaikan people in an izakaya. The night ended in the morning in a karaoke bar. A dawning goodbye mobilizes everybody's desire to spend more time with each other. Now comes a typical period of time when everybody realized how little time is left together and is eager to do something. It is a good opportunity to create more fun memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-5252515369745525271?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/5252515369745525271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye-oita-thank-you-oita-see-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/5252515369745525271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/5252515369745525271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye-oita-thank-you-oita-see-you.html' title='Goodbye Oita! Thank you Oita! See you again!'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2vH8kkhDWI/AAAAAAAAM34/ofSfnO64e1U/s72-c/IMG_5222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-3188574670114173179</id><published>2010-02-14T08:34:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:44:49.504+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not slept one second. The mere thought of having to leave this place makes me want to panick. I have never felt this way before. It is really strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will be in Germany soon and then there will only be memories of this place, like a distant dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I had gotten so attached to this place and the people in it. The end always seemed so far away and now that it is there, it seems so extremely sudden and real. One week ago I was ready to leave, I would have left without shedding a tear. Now I wonder, maybe it was an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often only know how much you&amp;nbsp; feel for something or someone when you are about to lose it. It sounds silly, but some weeks ago something happened that might have prepared me for this unexpected emotional attachment. I lost my sweater. It sounds trivial, and so was the sweater (I bought it for 8,49 Euros at a textile discounter and it was cheapest polyester or fleece) - so I thought. What I had not expected was this sadness that it was gone. Although its material worth was negligible, it dawned on me that I had started to become used to it and had started to, ok this sounds creepy but, ahem, love it. During these cold winter months it had become indispensible, I wore it every day over my regular clothes - when sitting at my desk, before going outside as a double layer, in the classroom, in the cafeteria,... So after it was gone I looked for it everywhere, I thought about it before going to sleep, it was the first thing I thought about when waking up! About a sweater! You can imagine how happy I was when I found it in one of the classrooms, I clung to it the whole day. Writing down this episode something just came to my mind what Professor Higgins says in My Fair Lady after he discovers that Eliza has left and his unexpected regret of it: "I've grown accustomed to her face." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall this teach me? I should have foreseen all this? I should have done everything to avoid the feeling of having too little time left? By hanging out with everybody more often? By spending all free time on activities? Actually, I am happy with how I spent my time the last weeks and it would have added more pressure if I have had all this thoughts in my head. I think. Gnah, I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know that this time I won't be as lucky as with the sweater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-3188574670114173179?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/3188574670114173179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-not-slept-one-second.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3188574670114173179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3188574670114173179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-not-slept-one-second.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-5410878002485480203</id><published>2010-02-14T01:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:40:26.605+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>No time! No time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to leave in 2 days! I do not want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not prepared to say goodbye yet... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I had a nightmare. I dreamt that I was in my room in Germany again. I was shocked, "how did I get here?!". And then I woke up and was so relieved that I was still in my Kaikan room in Oita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-5410878002485480203?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/5410878002485480203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/5410878002485480203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/5410878002485480203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-6502145153332291388</id><published>2010-02-12T18:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:09:01.921+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Asosan</title><content type='html'>One of the largest volcano craters in the world is found here on Kyushu, "our" island: Asosan. This is where we went with the German Club. Although at that time I was so swamped with work as all the finals were coming up I took this day off to go. It was the first (and probably only) time that all the German Club members could go. Rei, Micchan, Hoho, and Lisa had organized three cars so that we could even invite more to go with us. We were joined by Hoon (Korea), Mike (USA), and John (USA).I forced all the sorrows about university obligations to the back of my mind, I was determined to enjoy this day!&lt;br /&gt;So it seemed sarcastic that on the day that I had long fought with myself to take off, the car broke down on the middle of the way. My mind screamed, no, this cannot be! Was this my fate? One day off and a sabotaged trip? We were lucky, the car had broken down exactly in front of a gas station. The car was diagnosed and filled with some oil, and we were good to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UYbzOtsfI/AAAAAAAANKA/aNyzO-Et0NU/s1600-h/IMG_5131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UYbzOtsfI/AAAAAAAANKA/aNyzO-Et0NU/s320/IMG_5131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The car broke down...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UYgcEIW1I/AAAAAAAANKI/Ckn1fillJ_s/s1600-h/IMG_5138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UYgcEIW1I/AAAAAAAANKI/Ckn1fillJ_s/s320/IMG_5138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; ... just in front of a gas station.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After drinking some oil it was good to go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The weather was perfect. Not a single cloud in the sky and brilliant sunshine. We did not go to the crater itself, but went to another peak with a nice view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UYker4_xI/AAAAAAAANKQ/5GOTBXYgqm0/s1600-h/IMG_5147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UYker4_xI/AAAAAAAANKQ/5GOTBXYgqm0/s320/IMG_5147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;We arrived! Alive!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UYp-9lukI/AAAAAAAANKY/kOIGu3JSD-M/s1600-h/IMG_5154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UYp-9lukI/AAAAAAAANKY/kOIGu3JSD-M/s320/IMG_5154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Perfect weather, perfect view.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UYwIO92FI/AAAAAAAANKg/BwgTRBOlmco/s1600-h/IMG_5176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UYwIO92FI/AAAAAAAANKg/BwgTRBOlmco/s320/IMG_5176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The fun of the day was not primary the view of Asosan, but rather our group pictures...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UY27A7ODI/AAAAAAAANKo/mqL5RgTy5-g/s1600-h/IMG_5182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UY27A7ODI/AAAAAAAANKo/mqL5RgTy5-g/s320/IMG_5182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the girls from the German Club &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UY9OcqD2I/AAAAAAAANKw/Y2HSJkCAiL4/s1600-h/IMG_5194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UY9OcqD2I/AAAAAAAANKw/Y2HSJkCAiL4/s320/IMG_5194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Money donated to a little Buddha statue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We were so hungry and tried to find some place to eat. We stumbled into this restaurant. Of course, it was one of the many buffets.In a big group the perfect meal is a buffet, because everybody will be satisfied. Everybody will get to pick the food he likes. And this buffet was a good one. It had many Japanese dishes. Only the dessert section never seems to match the Japanese  theme: often it is cookies, pudding, ice cream, melted chocolate, cake,... Maybe this is because Japanese do not have many traditional desserts... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UZB-MGS1I/AAAAAAAANK4/FNA9SZ5XpY8/s1600-h/IMG_5196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UZB-MGS1I/AAAAAAAANK4/FNA9SZ5XpY8/s320/IMG_5196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UaeRBUrtI/AAAAAAAANLA/YacUoZXtXuo/s1600-h/IMG_5166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UaeRBUrtI/AAAAAAAANLA/YacUoZXtXuo/s320/IMG_5166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was a perfect day. Thank you German Club! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-6502145153332291388?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/6502145153332291388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/asosan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/6502145153332291388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/6502145153332291388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/asosan.html' title='Asosan'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UYbzOtsfI/AAAAAAAANKA/aNyzO-Et0NU/s72-c/IMG_5131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-4129356635907593674</id><published>2010-02-12T17:27:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:28:19.114+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Military base</title><content type='html'>Military bases in Japan. A delicate topic. The Japanese post-war constitution does not foresee Japan to have a military force. So we went on a field trip to a so-called "self-defense post" in Beppu. We could not take pictures there, except in some certain areas.&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers and officers were really friendly. Somehow the whole field trip was a lot of fun. We could visit their training fields, have lunch with them, take group pictures and wear funny hats.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Everything was perfectly organized. All the proceedings were exactly timed, everything went smoothly. From preparing chairs for the group pictures to getting everybody lunch quickly (with previous stop at a sink to wash your hands!) to organizing racks and tables where to put your jackets and bags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UPbbFUM5I/AAAAAAAANJg/wR5D3UvQjT0/s1600-h/IPOU____%282009____+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UPbbFUM5I/AAAAAAAANJg/wR5D3UvQjT0/s320/IPOU____%282009____+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Training field. The mountains are beautiful. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UPhZl3jOI/AAAAAAAANJo/seG9d766LQk/s1600-h/IPOU____%282009____+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UPhZl3jOI/AAAAAAAANJo/seG9d766LQk/s320/IPOU____%282009____+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Having lunch with the soldiers. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UPn-CFy4I/AAAAAAAANJw/PXALzGBTDXY/s1600-h/IPOU____%282009____+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UPn-CFy4I/AAAAAAAANJw/PXALzGBTDXY/s320/IPOU____%282009____+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q&amp;amp;A &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UPt14f47I/AAAAAAAANJ4/ILmwDSra5wE/s1600-h/IPOU____%282009____+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UPt14f47I/AAAAAAAANJ4/ILmwDSra5wE/s320/IPOU____%282009____+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;A last group picture. When we came out of the building the chairs were already standing there in the middle of the place. The important people always sit in the front. The most important in the middle. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-4129356635907593674?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/4129356635907593674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/military-base.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/4129356635907593674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/4129356635907593674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/military-base.html' title='Military base'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UPbbFUM5I/AAAAAAAANJg/wR5D3UvQjT0/s72-c/IPOU____%282009____+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-1674688680152143452</id><published>2010-02-12T17:16:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:17:11.693+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Omiyage</title><content type='html'>I have already mentioned the deathly sin of not bringing a souvenir to your family or friends (and everyone else you are obligated to) after having travelled somewhere. It is a HUGE industry! Japanese feel an inherent urge to buy something to bring home. So each and every small town has come up with its own specialty. This leads to really artificial niches sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is an omiyage (souvenir) special for Miyajima Island (Hiroshima) that is still understandable. Although I wondered, why its specialty is maple leaves, when everywhere else in Japan you can also find maple trees:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UMYdqJHfI/AAAAAAAANJA/2prQmK9JwMk/s1600-h/IMG_4735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UMYdqJHfI/AAAAAAAANJA/2prQmK9JwMk/s200/IMG_4735.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a funny omiyage. I went to a sumo match, and then I could buy sumo cookies: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UMzxWK2kI/AAAAAAAANJY/zDmQayeXoes/s1600-h/IMG_2704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UMzxWK2kI/AAAAAAAANJY/zDmQayeXoes/s200/IMG_2704.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is an omiyage, which I do not really find original. It is from the Miyajima Island, where some deer run around and where the famous shrine is - so ok, there are cookies with deer and shrine motives:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UMT5-bFRI/AAAAAAAANI4/-H5jqkHulyQ/s1600-h/IMG_4731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UMT5-bFRI/AAAAAAAANI4/-H5jqkHulyQ/s200/IMG_4731.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And one day we went on a field trip to a nearby military base. Guess what kind of omiyage one can buy there: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UMckAxd3I/AAAAAAAANJI/crDySM6iHZU/s1600-h/IMG_5108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UMckAxd3I/AAAAAAAANJI/crDySM6iHZU/s320/IMG_5108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;BOMB cookies! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot find words for this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I did not take a picture of this, but when we went to a Shrine on Enoshima Island we discovered cookies with a Buddha motive on it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see how desperate Japanese must be for omiyage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-1674688680152143452?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/1674688680152143452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/omiyage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1674688680152143452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1674688680152143452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/omiyage.html' title='Omiyage'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UMYdqJHfI/AAAAAAAANJA/2prQmK9JwMk/s72-c/IMG_4735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-7690287765107623316</id><published>2010-02-12T17:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:02:45.653+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabians birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We celebrated Fabian's birthday in Kami Fusen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UIOtU9BBI/AAAAAAAANIo/lwoyf_YMy00/s1600-h/IMG_5087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UIOtU9BBI/AAAAAAAANIo/lwoyf_YMy00/s320/IMG_5087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kami Fusen interior&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UHy0LtLeI/AAAAAAAANIQ/eddDVBhLGV8/s1600-h/IMG_5060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UHy0LtLeI/AAAAAAAANIQ/eddDVBhLGV8/s320/IMG_5060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;At one point a (drunk) Japanese from the room next to us suddenly sat down with us, chatted, laughed, and drank with the guys. It was so fascinating to see an adult Japanese coming to us.&amp;nbsp; It is obviously only the effect from too much liquor, usually no Japanese wants to talk to us foreigners.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UHtD8ZMrI/AAAAAAAANII/8IAqz9TxC7E/s1600-h/IMG_5029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UHtD8ZMrI/AAAAAAAANII/8IAqz9TxC7E/s320/IMG_5029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is warm sake! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UH9ZmPC7I/AAAAAAAANIY/00s6aAKd1Gs/s1600-h/IMG_5081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UH9ZmPC7I/AAAAAAAANIY/00s6aAKd1Gs/s320/IMG_5081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fabian ordered a bottle like above, and wanted 5 of these small cups to go with it, so that he could share with the guys. But somehow there was a misunderstanding, and instead of bringing 5 cups we were served 5 bottles!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Would you take your children with you when you went drinking in a bar? In Japan people do. When we were celebrating we suddenly saw kids running around. They played, laughed, and even came into our room and played tricks on our American fellow. They were pretty cheeky, like hitting him on the head and playing with his hair. And then they even sang with us Happy Birthday. I asked our Japanese friends, if it is normal that kids play in the izakaya and they said that when they were kids they have also been with their parents in izakayas. The playing kids contributed to a relaxed atmosphere. It was very relaxing and comfortable in our izakaya room. It felt more like a living room.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UJBYrdV4I/AAAAAAAANIw/xR10ZmGhAas/s1600-h/geburtstag3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UJBYrdV4I/AAAAAAAANIw/xR10ZmGhAas/s320/geburtstag3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kids were drawn to us - strange people from foreign countries&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UIINLTePI/AAAAAAAANIg/Ninim90k2sY/s1600-h/IMG_5085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UIINLTePI/AAAAAAAANIg/Ninim90k2sY/s320/IMG_5085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Relaxed izakaya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-7690287765107623316?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/7690287765107623316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/fabians-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/7690287765107623316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/7690287765107623316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/fabians-birthday.html' title='Fabians birthday'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UIOtU9BBI/AAAAAAAANIo/lwoyf_YMy00/s72-c/IMG_5087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-4096929772545362658</id><published>2010-02-12T16:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:44:54.767+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kami Fusen</title><content type='html'>My favorite izakaya in Oita: Kami Fusen. The first time I went there was with the German Club. It is a very cozy izakaya. The big tables are very convenient, when there is a large group because everybody can sit together in one room, rather than be split up at several small tables.&lt;br /&gt;We were given goodbye presents from the others. We would not have expected this. Then we got a bad conscience that we had not brought any goodbye presents. &lt;br /&gt;It is a delicate thing, the gift giving in Japan. There are sitations when you are obligated to bring gifts, like when you have travelled somewhere. Not bringing a&amp;nbsp; souvenir to family and friends is a no-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UEmeZEQ9I/AAAAAAAANH4/3iHdTLuso_s/s1600-h/IMG_4912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UEmeZEQ9I/AAAAAAAANH4/3iHdTLuso_s/s320/IMG_4912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kami Fusen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UEUR9qixI/AAAAAAAANHg/ldBF45BcqT4/s1600-h/IMG_4917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UEUR9qixI/AAAAAAAANHg/ldBF45BcqT4/s320/IMG_4917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The typical izakaya evening. A whole lot is ordered and everybody shares the food and bill later.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UEg-Wv6iI/AAAAAAAANHw/VB4n7e3Oh88/s1600-h/IMG_4925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UEg-Wv6iI/AAAAAAAANHw/VB4n7e3Oh88/s320/IMG_4925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tamago&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UGL-tDMXI/AAAAAAAANIA/juW-wV40rEc/s1600-h/IMG_4918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UGL-tDMXI/AAAAAAAANIA/juW-wV40rEc/s320/IMG_4918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yakitori&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-4096929772545362658?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/4096929772545362658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/kami-fusen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/4096929772545362658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/4096929772545362658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/kami-fusen.html' title='Kami Fusen'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UEmeZEQ9I/AAAAAAAANH4/3iHdTLuso_s/s72-c/IMG_4912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-2341761927507342737</id><published>2010-02-12T16:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:28:06.266+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When our Korean friend Charlotte celebrated her birthday in Park Place, almost the whole Kaikan joined. When we rode the bus there it felt like being on a field trip. It was much fun scaring the other Japanese people on the bus by looking different and speaking in English to each other.&lt;br /&gt;We went to a buffet, where Western and Japanese food was offered. And they played Disney songs in the restaurant. The interior was very charming, colorful, and cute. Japanese restaurants are very strong on the design part. And often they are affordable, too. Especially buffets, where you can eat and drink as much as you want, for about 11 Euros. I have seen many restaurants in Japan offering buffets and eat-drink-flatrates - like in the USA this form of flatrates are really common here. I do not always like it though. They usually encourage you to drink and eat too much and in the end you have trouble walking straight. And in Germany drinking flatrates are a delicate topic because of alcohol abuse. Change of subject: from alcohol abuse to us: we girls were especially attracted by a SOFT ICE MACHINE included in the buffet! So we could as much ice cream as we wanted! No need to mention that I felt kind of nauseous afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UANG6dPwI/AAAAAAAANHY/pY7z0y4Nc90/s1600-h/IMG_4858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UANG6dPwI/AAAAAAAANHY/pY7z0y4Nc90/s320/IMG_4858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The bus is too low for Gerard (our representative from the Netherlands)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3T_3o9O32I/AAAAAAAANHA/WDlwncq0P5Q/s1600-h/IMG_4865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3T_3o9O32I/AAAAAAAANHA/WDlwncq0P5Q/s320/IMG_4865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everybody came to celebrate Charlotte's birthday!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UADdnobxI/AAAAAAAANHI/9n5bXUzoD0E/s1600-h/IMG_4868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UADdnobxI/AAAAAAAANHI/9n5bXUzoD0E/s320/IMG_4868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;A friend who is fond of Pachinko.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UAIxhQA9I/AAAAAAAANHQ/BcfNIbIRBfA/s1600-h/IMG_4871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UAIxhQA9I/AAAAAAAANHQ/BcfNIbIRBfA/s320/IMG_4871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;A nice and relaxing walk after the birthday buffet. We went to explore the huge shopping complex and ended up here. We will make good wives. It was very nice though ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-2341761927507342737?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/2341761927507342737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/charlottes-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/2341761927507342737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/2341761927507342737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/charlottes-birthday.html' title='Charlotte&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3UANG6dPwI/AAAAAAAANHY/pY7z0y4Nc90/s72-c/IMG_4858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-2274534256119619807</id><published>2010-02-12T16:11:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:11:48.173+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking with Marion</title><content type='html'>In December Marion saw that she had bought a "wrong" type of rice. Eriko, our Japanese friend, said that it was not meant for making some kind of rice cake. So when I discovered a recipe in a Japanese cookbook for making sweet rice balls with red bean paste, which Marion and I love, we had to get togehter and try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3T9E3gBlrI/AAAAAAAANGo/fW1PaftSzjo/s1600-h/DSC01990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3T9E3gBlrI/AAAAAAAANGo/fW1PaftSzjo/s200/DSC01990.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;We bought red azuki beans, cooked them for an hour, mashed them with a cup of sugar and then formed them into balls. We also formed the cooked rice into balls. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3T9NfYotzI/AAAAAAAANGw/cE14JpKRzPc/s1600-h/DSC01983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3T9NfYotzI/AAAAAAAANGw/cE14JpKRzPc/s200/DSC01983.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Flatten the red bean paste, place a rice ball in the middle, and cover it with the paste.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3T9WzS24NI/AAAAAAAANG4/f6perJOxX3s/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3T9WzS24NI/AAAAAAAANG4/f6perJOxX3s/s200/DSC01999.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And then it should look like this. Not the prettiest dessert in the world, but it tasted good. Next time we would double the amount of sugar though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-2274534256119619807?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/2274534256119619807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/cooking-with-marion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/2274534256119619807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/2274534256119619807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/cooking-with-marion.html' title='Cooking with Marion'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S3T9E3gBlrI/AAAAAAAANGo/fW1PaftSzjo/s72-c/DSC01990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-3918496520357946272</id><published>2010-02-12T15:32:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:32:48.107+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is coming!</title><content type='html'>Oh my, I have only 3 days left! I'm starting to panick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been abandoning my blog for a while, because there were so many things going on. But now I want to update at least the most memorable things that I do not want to forget. I want to write them down now so that they are still from a relatively fresh memory before actually being back in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to go back... It makes me sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-3918496520357946272?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/3918496520357946272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/end-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3918496520357946272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3918496520357946272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/end-is-coming.html' title='The end is coming!'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-7531289451794566550</id><published>2010-02-05T15:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:41:42.783+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Match</title><content type='html'>February 2nd in Oita Stadium: Japan vs. Venezuela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Japanese friend managed to buy tickets for the international students. In the end we were a bunch of excited 15 international students to go. It was a match between two countries! We expected it to be even more exciting than the first time we went when FC Oita played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u71A7NzEI/AAAAAAAAM3Y/5IkjRcDoWE4/s1600-h/IMG_5476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u71A7NzEI/AAAAAAAAM3Y/5IkjRcDoWE4/s320/IMG_5476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Already before entering the stadium everybody bought fan merchandise to support the Japanese team &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u77HrvS3I/AAAAAAAAM3g/eTezkWT3wY0/s1600-h/IMG_5479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u77HrvS3I/AAAAAAAAM3g/eTezkWT3wY0/s320/IMG_5479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was so cold! But at the entrance we were distributed small blankets, which we took with gratitude &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u8BRnZJxI/AAAAAAAAM3o/uSpTyUhO3uI/s1600-h/IMG_5486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u8BRnZJxI/AAAAAAAAM3o/uSpTyUhO3uI/s320/IMG_5486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not so excited anymore. Everybody was quiet and sitting. Maybe the coldness froze everybody's brains? I was a little bit disappointed by this match. No fun in the audience and 0:0.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u8GpjHZ0I/AAAAAAAAM3w/xz4txETEn1Q/s1600-h/IMG_5496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u8GpjHZ0I/AAAAAAAAM3w/xz4txETEn1Q/s320/IMG_5496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Japanese are so well organized! On the way to and back from the stadium shuttle buses transported the crowds to their destinations. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And look at this. Some fancy chandelier in the bus! I felt like a VIP... I was just missingn the champagne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-7531289451794566550?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/7531289451794566550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/soccer-match.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/7531289451794566550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/7531289451794566550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/soccer-match.html' title='Soccer Match'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u71A7NzEI/AAAAAAAAM3Y/5IkjRcDoWE4/s72-c/IMG_5476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-3182503490002285090</id><published>2010-02-05T15:22:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:26:33.636+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The eight hells in Beppu - a tour for all senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to Beppu to the 8 hells. If Kyushu is famous for something, it would be the hot springs in Beppu. There are eight main hot springs, which all have a distinct feature. Beppu is only 20 minutes by train from Oita and cost 540 Yen back and forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2ul9oJKtLI/AAAAAAAAMyo/OZrdJ2PAGcg/s1600-h/IMG_5291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2ul9oJKtLI/AAAAAAAAMyo/OZrdJ2PAGcg/s320/IMG_5291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Directly in front of the train station in Beppu you already encounter the first mini hot spring.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2umEJTm3_I/AAAAAAAAMyw/jZNMnttn5TE/s1600-h/IMG_5289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2umEJTm3_I/AAAAAAAAMyw/jZNMnttn5TE/s320/IMG_5289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is for your hands. It is nice and warm and the water is supposed to be good for your skin. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In order to get to the 8 hells you can take a bus to the hot spring area. 5 of the hot springs are in walking distance. You can purchase a ticket voucher for 2,000 Yen (16 Euro) for entry to all 7 hot springs. We had a discount of 10% and so we saved 200 Yen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The tour was really an adventure for all our senses: seeing, hearing, feeling, smelling, and even tasting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The first hell: Oniishibouzu Jigoku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2umI-tIKWI/AAAAAAAAMy4/EiqkRQv5m9o/s1600-h/IMG_5295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2umI-tIKWI/AAAAAAAAMy4/EiqkRQv5m9o/s320/IMG_5295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is basically hot mud, around 98 degrees&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2um3f0dutI/AAAAAAAAMzY/P-sp8eiNpvs/s1600-h/IMG_5308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2um3f0dutI/AAAAAAAAMzY/P-sp8eiNpvs/s320/IMG_5308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The best part about this hot spring: a hot spring for your feet! As it is so cold in winter, it was really nice to bathe your feet in warm water. And we forgot to bring towels. But you can buy them at the entrance! And guess what: for exactly 200 Yen. Haha, so in the end our entrance fee was not cheaper... Dang it.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2umZhz4fDI/AAAAAAAAMzA/iHoK437uJ0s/s1600-h/IMG_5302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2umZhz4fDI/AAAAAAAAMzA/iHoK437uJ0s/s320/IMG_5302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FEELING &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As this picture shows, putting ice cold feet in warm water is not nice in the beginning... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2umipO7BPI/AAAAAAAAMzI/2GJyKkv59Hc/s1600-h/IMG_5311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2umipO7BPI/AAAAAAAAMzI/2GJyKkv59Hc/s320/IMG_5311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...but after getting used to the warmth, it is really relaxing to sit there, especially when the sun is shining and warming your face and your body, too. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2umnkrttdI/AAAAAAAAMzQ/dn814QHJz2A/s1600-h/IMG_5312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2umnkrttdI/AAAAAAAAMzQ/dn814QHJz2A/s320/IMG_5312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These citrus fruits swim in the water probably to ease the sulphur odor from the water &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2unlJEaMGI/AAAAAAAAMzo/g-SId0iMBhM/s1600-h/IMG_5304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2unlJEaMGI/AAAAAAAAMzo/g-SId0iMBhM/s320/IMG_5304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A quiet and nice place to relax - I could have stayed here all day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2unDlwO8mI/AAAAAAAAMzg/xuPuIvJM8Ac/s1600-h/IMG_5318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2unDlwO8mI/AAAAAAAAMzg/xuPuIvJM8Ac/s320/IMG_5318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SEEING and HEARING: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Steam everywhere you look and listen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2uri7Y9ErI/AAAAAAAAMzw/VEdem5eN754/s1600-h/IMG_5321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2uri7Y9ErI/AAAAAAAAMzw/VEdem5eN754/s320/IMG_5321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;More steam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The second hell: Umi Jigoku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2urskPXvLI/AAAAAAAAMz4/a82Cs4yW0Kg/s1600-h/IMG_5324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2urskPXvLI/AAAAAAAAMz4/a82Cs4yW0Kg/s320/IMG_5324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Green &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2urw9Ln7vI/AAAAAAAAM0A/Nf0IhQKbut0/s1600-h/IMG_5329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2urw9Ln7vI/AAAAAAAAM0A/Nf0IhQKbut0/s320/IMG_5329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is so warm that blossoms bloom &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2usF03mBiI/AAAAAAAAM0I/thPVmLg0aYs/s1600-h/IMG_5337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2usF03mBiI/AAAAAAAAM0I/thPVmLg0aYs/s320/IMG_5337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Red &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2usJQsa40I/AAAAAAAAM0Q/s69w63WCDj0/s1600-h/IMG_5340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2usJQsa40I/AAAAAAAAM0Q/s69w63WCDj0/s320/IMG_5340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is so much steam, sometimes we disappeared&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xkmZD1nM9q4&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xkmZD1nM9q4&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2usPueCQJI/AAAAAAAAM0Y/sXmIQJQyDIQ/s1600-h/IMG_5343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2usPueCQJI/AAAAAAAAM0Y/sXmIQJQyDIQ/s320/IMG_5343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is steam coming from the road &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2usthjv-5I/AAAAAAAAM0g/esVxDWCXktg/s1600-h/IMG_5354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2usthjv-5I/AAAAAAAAM0g/esVxDWCXktg/s320/IMG_5354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lotus in a winter garden &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2us2ynPLII/AAAAAAAAM0o/LXJw3bdzOSc/s1600-h/IMG_5369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2us2ynPLII/AAAAAAAAM0o/LXJw3bdzOSc/s320/IMG_5369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Steam, steam, steam &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2us_UCUfHI/AAAAAAAAM04/5mQSHJQ8rH4/s1600-h/IMG_5380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2us_UCUfHI/AAAAAAAAM04/5mQSHJQ8rH4/s320/IMG_5380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The blue hell &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2utDOsCcDI/AAAAAAAAM1A/Dyy9m0vM_UE/s1600-h/IMG_5382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2utDOsCcDI/AAAAAAAAM1A/Dyy9m0vM_UE/s320/IMG_5382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eggs are cooked here and sold! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2utHurPlbI/AAAAAAAAM1I/19YAErMxJ8Q/s1600-h/IMG_5398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2utHurPlbI/AAAAAAAAM1I/19YAErMxJ8Q/s320/IMG_5398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lunch: Dangojiru &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The third hell: Kamado Jigoku &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This hell had different booths, where you could experience various aspects of the hot springs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2utM_AVcNI/AAAAAAAAM1Q/vXiHhwQ9TvM/s1600-h/IMG_5411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2utM_AVcNI/AAAAAAAAM1Q/vXiHhwQ9TvM/s320/IMG_5411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1st booth &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Warm feet: the stone plates are heated with steam from beneath and provide warmth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2uzyaPYF3I/AAAAAAAAM1Y/s85L58M1rOY/s1600-h/IMG_5412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2uzyaPYF3I/AAAAAAAAM1Y/s85L58M1rOY/s320/IMG_5412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2nd booth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TASTING&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hot spring water for drinking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2uz3vDfofI/AAAAAAAAM1g/nyJN2fspHj8/s1600-h/IMG_5418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2uz3vDfofI/AAAAAAAAM1g/nyJN2fspHj8/s320/IMG_5418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It tasted salty and smelled like eggs that have gone bad. Yuck! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2uz7FwKwvI/AAAAAAAAM1o/0I1BBY-eD8M/s1600-h/IMG_5419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2uz7FwKwvI/AAAAAAAAM1o/0I1BBY-eD8M/s320/IMG_5419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Double yuck! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0AWZGwzI/AAAAAAAAM1w/AVgQJkuE2sY/s1600-h/IMG_5424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0AWZGwzI/AAAAAAAAM1w/AVgQJkuE2sY/s320/IMG_5424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3rd booth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Steam is kept under the wooden plates&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0IZdtzvI/AAAAAAAAM14/Y9GpnPYQcUA/s1600-h/IMG_5426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0IZdtzvI/AAAAAAAAM14/Y9GpnPYQcUA/s320/IMG_5426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can put your hands in the warm steam &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0MtwmjcI/AAAAAAAAM2A/jrldSCd-MQc/s1600-h/IMG_5430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0MtwmjcI/AAAAAAAAM2A/jrldSCd-MQc/s320/IMG_5430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SMELLING &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Steam for your face. It smells really bad! It is supposed to be good for your skin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It gives the phrase "Where the hell is Matt" a new perspective.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0SBpS0vI/AAAAAAAAM2I/_V39TJ3zVfE/s1600-h/IMG_5432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0SBpS0vI/AAAAAAAAM2I/_V39TJ3zVfE/s320/IMG_5432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More hot mud. &lt;/i&gt;(Heißer Dreck)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0WsWCNYI/AAAAAAAAM2Q/YdO8-NMLcM4/s1600-h/IMG_5435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0WsWCNYI/AAAAAAAAM2Q/YdO8-NMLcM4/s320/IMG_5435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Onsen has a natural clear blue color &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0eKJh2dI/AAAAAAAAM2g/6ZglIH8DkcY/s1600-h/IMG_5436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0eKJh2dI/AAAAAAAAM2g/6ZglIH8DkcY/s320/IMG_5436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here they sold steamed buns and eggs, that were cooked in the hot springs &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0aRGxM3I/AAAAAAAAM2Y/Pr09EtYUhyE/s1600-h/IMG_5437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0aRGxM3I/AAAAAAAAM2Y/Pr09EtYUhyE/s320/IMG_5437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We got one &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0iAcocUI/AAAAAAAAM2o/ve-4Jz3B_Qg/s1600-h/IMG_5444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0iAcocUI/AAAAAAAAM2o/ve-4Jz3B_Qg/s320/IMG_5444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it is brown inside!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It tastes almost like a normal egg, but with a weird aftertaste.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0nJ3xJZI/AAAAAAAAM2w/919hIcmcn4k/s1600-h/IMG_5445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0nJ3xJZI/AAAAAAAAM2w/919hIcmcn4k/s320/IMG_5445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We discovered this sign only after having eaten the egg. Well, never mind. I won't eat it again. And I doubt that it would have tasted much better like this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4th hell: Shiraike Jigoku &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0ra59LtI/AAAAAAAAM24/F3HxHjsG9W4/s1600-h/IMG_5452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0ra59LtI/AAAAAAAAM24/F3HxHjsG9W4/s320/IMG_5452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This hot spring was not spectacular. Only the steam shooting from a stone cave was worth a look. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;5th hell: Chinoike Jigoku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The name has something to do with blood. Dramatic name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u06qyGYUI/AAAAAAAAM3Q/vB-g9VHfl5g/s1600-h/IMG_5454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u06qyGYUI/AAAAAAAAM3Q/vB-g9VHfl5g/s320/IMG_5454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0vZ7ndyI/AAAAAAAAM3A/JeGGk5P9Qn0/s1600-h/IMG_5455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u0vZ7ndyI/AAAAAAAAM3A/JeGGk5P9Qn0/s320/IMG_5455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u013eCpWI/AAAAAAAAM3I/MhWxczxz2PA/s1600-h/IMG_5457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2u013eCpWI/AAAAAAAAM3I/MhWxczxz2PA/s320/IMG_5457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A Zen fish &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We did not make it to all 8 Onsen due to lack of time. There are two hot springs with animals, one with alligators and one with other animals like elephants. But I do not want to go there. It is not supposed to be an animal friendly place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a really fun day in Beppu!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-3182503490002285090?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/3182503490002285090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/eight-hells-in-beppu-tour-for-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3182503490002285090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3182503490002285090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/eight-hells-in-beppu-tour-for-all.html' title='The eight hells in Beppu - a tour for all senses'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2ul9oJKtLI/AAAAAAAAMyo/OZrdJ2PAGcg/s72-c/IMG_5291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-1613436765937543644</id><published>2010-02-05T14:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:08:15.608+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Karo was here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My old friend from Germany came to visit me. Actually, we just realized that we have known each other for 20 years now!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When she arrived at the train station in Oita I was there to pick her up. I had been excited for days already. She had made it all by herself from Tokyo to Oita. I was impressed! We took her straight to an izakaya for dinner and getting to know some of our Japanese friends. So her first impression of Oita was a cozy personality-filled bar with Japanese sitting on the floor around big tables in seperate rooms, Japanese dishes like raw fish, tempura, mochi, huge sake bottles, children running around in the bar... She said to me: "All this really exists? I thought this is only in movies." I have spent 4 months in Oita so I already forgot how it is to encounter everything with fresh eyes and fresh mind. It is interesting to see the things she finds fascinating, which has become normal for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The first day I had to show her Oita City. I started the tour by the most basic thing: 7-11! I had to show her how to survive in Japan without being able to read Japanese signs, nobody speaking English... Especially in areas where there is no McDonalds to rely on... The Japanese konbinis have everything you need as a traveller to survive. Mini bottles with shampoo, convenience food in see-through packing (so that you see what you are buying), water, juice, bakery goods, warm meals, which are heated up for you... This seemed especially important, as she had been hungry the first day when she was alone in Japan because she had not dared to go into any restaurant. The foreign signs and letters and the speaking barriers had prevented her to get something to eat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the konbini I showed her all the important shopping places - our three department stores. I basically did the same tour as on our first shopping day in Oita back in October. Forus, Parco, Tokiwa. We could not do anything else than shopping because it rained so much. We were so unlucky! All the time the sun is shining in Oita and on the day she comes to visit me, boom, rain, rain, rain... But the shopping day was excitement enough. I think she was overwhelmed by the variety of accessories, clothes, shoes, and simply crazy stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qeEvxkkfI/AAAAAAAAMyg/eMJVFwSzL48/s1600-h/IMG_5264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qeEvxkkfI/AAAAAAAAMyg/eMJVFwSzL48/s320/IMG_5264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The morning started off very relaxed in the Traindor bakery at the station. I had shown her some Japanese alternatives for breakfast, but the "normal" bakery seemed like a more secure choice for the moment...^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qd3SDq1tI/AAAAAAAAMyQ/K7uiilctsFc/s1600-h/IMG_5267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qd3SDq1tI/AAAAAAAAMyQ/K7uiilctsFc/s320/IMG_5267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Japan has many "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;fantasievolle" watches &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qd9iCpG4I/AAAAAAAAMyY/AbYQPg0CLHo/s1600-h/IMG_5268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qd9iCpG4I/AAAAAAAAMyY/AbYQPg0CLHo/s320/IMG_5268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And they are not too expensive: around 20 Euros&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Parco, third floor)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qYBmqCxhI/AAAAAAAAMxo/0EWPGpi82BA/s1600-h/IMG_5270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qYBmqCxhI/AAAAAAAAMxo/0EWPGpi82BA/s320/IMG_5270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Karo encounters Japanese love for colorful objects&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qYGt5zosI/AAAAAAAAMxw/zJX7eW_lskQ/s1600-h/IMG_5274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qYGt5zosI/AAAAAAAAMxw/zJX7eW_lskQ/s320/IMG_5274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I heart Japan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qYMWxhF2I/AAAAAAAAMx4/wNI2BYfsxws/s1600-h/IMG_5275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qYMWxhF2I/AAAAAAAAMx4/wNI2BYfsxws/s320/IMG_5275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Telling name&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qYRXHjhMI/AAAAAAAAMyA/ZjNrark-Jxc/s1600-h/IMG_5281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qYRXHjhMI/AAAAAAAAMyA/ZjNrark-Jxc/s320/IMG_5281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the evening we went to an Indian restaurant. Two types of curry, bread, rice, and meat for the meat eaters.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qYy6HPpyI/AAAAAAAAMyI/TpEN0olWJdY/s1600-h/IMG_5285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qYy6HPpyI/AAAAAAAAMyI/TpEN0olWJdY/s320/IMG_5285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a fun evening - thank you guys!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-1613436765937543644?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/1613436765937543644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/karo-was-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1613436765937543644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1613436765937543644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/karo-was-here.html' title='Karo was here'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qeEvxkkfI/AAAAAAAAMyg/eMJVFwSzL48/s72-c/IMG_5264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-4606872575326798438</id><published>2010-02-04T17:51:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:53:07.985+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese and foreign languages</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned that Japanese do not speak English? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qJ40y9DQI/AAAAAAAAMxQ/2lWlIGA4wAI/s1600-h/IMG_5144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qJ40y9DQI/AAAAAAAAMxQ/2lWlIGA4wAI/s320/IMG_5144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does this make sense? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This observation can be extended to other foreign languages, too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qJ-HJrwXI/AAAAAAAAMxY/se_63AOgD1Y/s1600-h/IMG_5273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qJ-HJrwXI/AAAAAAAAMxY/se_63AOgD1Y/s320/IMG_5273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am not sure, but isn't this double-double? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How would you translate this into German?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qKC2rTDgI/AAAAAAAAMxg/snJd5oH0MDc/s1600-h/IMG_5272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qKC2rTDgI/AAAAAAAAMxg/snJd5oH0MDc/s320/IMG_5272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(^_^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-4606872575326798438?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/4606872575326798438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/japanese-and-foreign-languages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/4606872575326798438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/4606872575326798438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/japanese-and-foreign-languages.html' title='Japanese and foreign languages'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qJ40y9DQI/AAAAAAAAMxQ/2lWlIGA4wAI/s72-c/IMG_5144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-3783463822080578283</id><published>2010-02-04T17:18:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:36:38.646+09:00</updated><title type='text'>International Festival</title><content type='html'>There is one main event in December, which I have not posted yet. The university organized an International Festival, where the international students and the Japanese community displayed parts of each country's culture. For example, the Japanese made rice cakes called "mochi", held a tea ceremony, provided a workshop for calligraphy, performed a Japanese drum session, ... We Germans and the other countries in Europe&amp;nbsp; made a picture show in order to tell how each country celebrates Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is "mochi", a Japanese rice cake, which is chewy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pvEKLa_NI/AAAAAAAAMrQ/q2D-UeDCBR0/s1600-h/IMG_3431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pvEKLa_NI/AAAAAAAAMrQ/q2D-UeDCBR0/s200/IMG_3431.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know how mochi is made? Here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDgzCNV_XWs&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDgzCNV_XWs&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mochi dough is beaten for a long time until it gets soft and chewy at the same time. It takes alot of force and it is not so easy to hit the dough. I tried it and after a few moments, my arms got tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pwI_6Ze6I/AAAAAAAAMrY/m-xf8f-7hhA/s1600-h/IMG_3385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pwI_6Ze6I/AAAAAAAAMrY/m-xf8f-7hhA/s320/IMG_3385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It takes two men to beat the dough &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pwPPRq0yI/AAAAAAAAMrg/c1vzjoakABk/s1600-h/IMG_3395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pwPPRq0yI/AAAAAAAAMrg/c1vzjoakABk/s320/IMG_3395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I tried it but was not of great help I fear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pwurpX6mI/AAAAAAAAMro/_lghCkvgBQs/s1600-h/IMG_3406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pwurpX6mI/AAAAAAAAMro/_lghCkvgBQs/s320/IMG_3406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;After the dough is beaten it is given to the women, who form it into small balls and roll it in some kind of soy powder. And then it is ready to eat! Yummy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pxQIx4gGI/AAAAAAAAMrw/gESSXbefsdc/s1600-h/IMG_3411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pxQIx4gGI/AAAAAAAAMrw/gESSXbefsdc/s320/IMG_3411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Koreans made a spicy soup with rice noodles. It tastes very good! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pxkXRubaI/AAAAAAAAMr4/Qv-CTPdwaUo/s1600-h/IMG_3423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pxkXRubaI/AAAAAAAAMr4/Qv-CTPdwaUo/s320/IMG_3423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the festival the community also organized a tea ceremony. It was held in a tent, but we also had to take off our shoes before entering.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pyJ4V7E8I/AAAAAAAAMsA/I9p3E-uVls8/s1600-h/IMG_3430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pyJ4V7E8I/AAAAAAAAMsA/I9p3E-uVls8/s320/IMG_3430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As usual the guests eat a sweet okashi first before drinking the green tea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pyzvRyw7I/AAAAAAAAMsQ/ZZThlVeyJnw/s1600-h/IMG_3426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pyzvRyw7I/AAAAAAAAMsQ/ZZThlVeyJnw/s320/IMG_3426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Okashi made of red soy bean paste and rice flour dough around it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2py3ko3U-I/AAAAAAAAMsY/UR1fXh58ZY4/s1600-h/IMG_3429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2py3ko3U-I/AAAAAAAAMsY/UR1fXh58ZY4/s320/IMG_3429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those who do not like red soy bean paste it is also possible to eat something else sweet. It comes in this decorative vase. When I saw it the first time I wondered what could be in it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2py78YH1rI/AAAAAAAAMsg/xauS8VH-pJI/s1600-h/IMG_3428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2py78YH1rI/AAAAAAAAMsg/xauS8VH-pJI/s320/IMG_3428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is what comes out of the vase. Small candy made of sugar. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then the big moment came when we had to hold our presentation about Christmas in Europe. In Japanese! I have to admit that I could not remember my words, so I had to read them from a slip of paper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p1BcFVgeI/AAAAAAAAMso/7i1HExsLnjQ/s1600-h/IMG_3434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p1BcFVgeI/AAAAAAAAMso/7i1HExsLnjQ/s320/IMG_3434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Getting ready for our presentation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't you also havvve to hold Powerpoint presentations in your university or in your company? Have you ever held them in socks? I am serious, we could only enter the building after taking off our shoes. It was the first presentation that I held in house slippers! Haha. But actually everything was informal and it felt like holding a presentation in front of extended family. Kids were lying on the floor and making comments, laughing at everything you say, and I could have held my powerpoint presentation in socks if I had wanted to! It was much fun, especially because our participant from Denmark Soren could speak Japanese very well and could interact with the kids, asking them questions, making jokes and make them laugh. It was hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p1IUv84wI/AAAAAAAAMsw/ltxqxN4zdIQ/s1600-h/IMG_3439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p1IUv84wI/AAAAAAAAMsw/ltxqxN4zdIQ/s320/IMG_3439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here we are: wearing pretty red house slippers &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p1VZb2kAI/AAAAAAAAMtA/Gq0S9hgIZtE/s1600-h/IMG_3442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p1VZb2kAI/AAAAAAAAMtA/Gq0S9hgIZtE/s320/IMG_3442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our audience: a mixture of our professors (on the chairs)and kids sitting on the floor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p1Q8so39I/AAAAAAAAMs4/wgTI9_ZxZ50/s1600-h/IMG_3452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p1Q8so39I/AAAAAAAAMs4/wgTI9_ZxZ50/s320/IMG_3452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look how much fun the kids had! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then somebody shouted, "Who wants to make Dangojiru"! (Dangojiru, you remember? One of Oita's specialties) And of course I sprinted to the kitchen, because I wanted to see how the Japanese women cook it. I have already made it once at Eriko's house, when we all were invited a couple of months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p2Oh0J2UI/AAAAAAAAMtI/h-hZfyiNBbQ/s1600-h/IMG_3466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p2Oh0J2UI/AAAAAAAAMtI/h-hZfyiNBbQ/s320/IMG_3466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A tray with the dough for the dangojiru noodles is brought in &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p2ZciOP3I/AAAAAAAAMtQ/K9jFtECriJ8/s1600-h/IMG_3479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p2ZciOP3I/AAAAAAAAMtQ/K9jFtECriJ8/s320/IMG_3479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dough needs to be formed into noodles. It does not matter who has the longest. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p3Bls0sRI/AAAAAAAAMuA/nQPXQDXR9q4/s1600-h/IMG_3478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p3Bls0sRI/AAAAAAAAMuA/nQPXQDXR9q4/s320/IMG_3478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crowded kitchen with busy noodle makers &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p2f6OkHYI/AAAAAAAAMtY/4MVb6293bNU/s1600-h/IMG_3472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p2f6OkHYI/AAAAAAAAMtY/4MVb6293bNU/s320/IMG_3472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After forming the noodles they have to be cooked in the broth until they float at the surface &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p2odL2W1I/AAAAAAAAMtg/UoPMwtX2NuE/s1600-h/IMG_3462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p2odL2W1I/AAAAAAAAMtg/UoPMwtX2NuE/s320/IMG_3462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ready to serve! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p2tmIfjBI/AAAAAAAAMto/eg4rlMpK-CQ/s1600-h/IMG_3483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p2tmIfjBI/AAAAAAAAMto/eg4rlMpK-CQ/s320/IMG_3483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some good soup ^^ It is made of fish and meat stock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p2uF6WJPI/AAAAAAAAMtw/58Nc668q1-U/s1600-h/16748_1269380064154_1519416420_30718272_6795550_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p2uF6WJPI/AAAAAAAAMtw/58Nc668q1-U/s320/16748_1269380064154_1519416420_30718272_6795550_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voilà - self made Dangojiru with noodles and vegetables. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p21ZJtrPI/AAAAAAAAMt4/Yy4KcFPi7jA/s1600-h/IMG_3495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p21ZJtrPI/AAAAAAAAMt4/Yy4KcFPi7jA/s320/IMG_3495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And then we could finally enjoy it, standing in the hallway! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p31Yn19oI/AAAAAAAAMuI/g7oZAJFYAA8/s1600-h/IMG_3494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p31Yn19oI/AAAAAAAAMuI/g7oZAJFYAA8/s320/IMG_3494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Friends enjoying their dangojiru&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After Dangojiru making we went to a room where we could try out calligraphy. Our Japanese tutors showed us how to do it. As to be expected, they were good at it, and we sucked at it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p5JudCq1I/AAAAAAAAMuY/OnGzMbtsb5M/s1600-h/IMG_3503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p5JudCq1I/AAAAAAAAMuY/OnGzMbtsb5M/s320/IMG_3503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our Japanese tutor shows our friend from the Netherlands how to do it &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p5vhOiGuI/AAAAAAAAMu4/6hxRPaB21dA/s1600-h/IMG_3498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p5vhOiGuI/AAAAAAAAMu4/6hxRPaB21dA/s320/IMG_3498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These are the utensils &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p5WkHL9sI/AAAAAAAAMuo/PAJyCt3HyWo/s1600-h/IMG_3505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p5WkHL9sI/AAAAAAAAMuo/PAJyCt3HyWo/s320/IMG_3505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look at the left side of the picture. My tutor painted the same character (neko = cat) as me. And look how mine looks in comparison to hers... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p5O9PxNqI/AAAAAAAAMug/Ic9cKb0r2O0/s1600-h/IMG_3511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p5O9PxNqI/AAAAAAAAMug/Ic9cKb0r2O0/s320/IMG_3511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Having fun painting &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p5iKCKz8I/AAAAAAAAMuw/DeJUFs-KpNM/s1600-h/IMG_3510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p5iKCKz8I/AAAAAAAAMuw/DeJUFs-KpNM/s320/IMG_3510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I asked my tutor what her favorite Kanji was and here it is. It means true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But also Japanese are sometimes unsure about how to write Kanji as this video shows! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U-8qheVmkkc&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U-8qheVmkkc&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p7H8oXSDI/AAAAAAAAMvA/gf9wiwqwl1w/s1600-h/IMG_3512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p7H8oXSDI/AAAAAAAAMvA/gf9wiwqwl1w/s320/IMG_3512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Japanese kids doing a drum performance &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p7Mv7mSfI/AAAAAAAAMvI/OQXNSl37XiI/s1600-h/IMG_3513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p7Mv7mSfI/AAAAAAAAMvI/OQXNSl37XiI/s320/IMG_3513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Colorful costume&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p7fGhpgnI/AAAAAAAAMvQ/EaaEDSvdGH4/s1600-h/IMG_3514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p7fGhpgnI/AAAAAAAAMvQ/EaaEDSvdGH4/s320/IMG_3514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An untypical Japanese dessert. Japanese like these kind of cakes with cream and decoration. Maybe it is to imitate something like "Kaffee und Kuchen", which Germans like to have in the afternoons. Except that there was no coffee. Everybody jumped at the women who distributed the cakes. I had to fight to get mine!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p8SX6ltnI/AAAAAAAAMvo/UBGKBLMFS_Y/s1600-h/IMG_3536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p8SX6ltnI/AAAAAAAAMvo/UBGKBLMFS_Y/s320/IMG_3536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Japanese like colorful decoration. This one is self made.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p8GStijeI/AAAAAAAAMvY/zOWVdfflFV0/s1600-h/IMG_3515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p8GStijeI/AAAAAAAAMvY/zOWVdfflFV0/s320/IMG_3515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Origami at the kid's table. A little kid had to teach us how to do it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p-D8bpaoI/AAAAAAAAMwQ/YVWSqRxfxDA/s1600-h/IMG_3545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p-D8bpaoI/AAAAAAAAMwQ/YVWSqRxfxDA/s320/IMG_3545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Look at what she made! From childhood on, her fingers are trained to be more skillful than ours. We feel so clumpsy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p8NKugQ4I/AAAAAAAAMvg/9AF9vGEafEI/s1600-h/IMG_3526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p8NKugQ4I/AAAAAAAAMvg/9AF9vGEafEI/s320/IMG_3526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had a lot of fun at the kid's table. I felt very comfortable there!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p9iahCxGI/AAAAAAAAMwI/EM1Zoj6usFk/s1600-h/IMG_3546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p9iahCxGI/AAAAAAAAMwI/EM1Zoj6usFk/s320/IMG_3546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I made this box. Yokatta!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p8YL2gHOI/AAAAAAAAMvw/u-GKp3Uq1kE/s1600-h/IMG_3539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p8YL2gHOI/AAAAAAAAMvw/u-GKp3Uq1kE/s320/IMG_3539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My tutor showed me how to make ninja stars. It is really fun!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p8eX6XdpI/AAAAAAAAMv4/1sXO7fGjqIs/s1600-h/IMG_3538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p8eX6XdpI/AAAAAAAAMv4/1sXO7fGjqIs/s320/IMG_3538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here it is! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then the highlight of the day came: the fashion show! The international students put together a show where everybody wore a traditional costume. Not necessarily from their own homecountry, but who cares ^^ Everybody gathered in front of the stage.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p_dBLzbrI/AAAAAAAAMwY/GCijE31uOg8/s1600-h/IMG_3559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p_dBLzbrI/AAAAAAAAMwY/GCijE31uOg8/s320/IMG_3559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The hosts introduce the models, their home countries and what they wear.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p_mrfodNI/AAAAAAAAMwg/LnjyP8ijXwg/s1600-h/IMG_3561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p_mrfodNI/AAAAAAAAMwg/LnjyP8ijXwg/s320/IMG_3561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The stage &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p_uADHxdI/AAAAAAAAMwo/Xx5-cPbfqCI/s1600-h/IMG_3556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p_uADHxdI/AAAAAAAAMwo/Xx5-cPbfqCI/s320/IMG_3556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Thai dress. She actually performed a Thai dance, too. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgSGc-YuMfs&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgSGc-YuMfs&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p_1Y49OoI/AAAAAAAAMww/gMRm2qkqg3s/s1600-h/IMG_3562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p_1Y49OoI/AAAAAAAAMww/gMRm2qkqg3s/s320/IMG_3562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wow, look at her! Imagine all the prude Japanese who do not even show bare arms in public. And then this! Look at the reactions of the audience!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p_7QyDwMI/AAAAAAAAMw4/8W6fSckBT5Q/s1600-h/IMG_3564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p_7QyDwMI/AAAAAAAAMw4/8W6fSckBT5Q/s320/IMG_3564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And then THIS! One of the international students performing a belly dance in a sexy outfit. You could literally see all the Japanese (older) men in the room stiffen up, making dead serious faces, or even looking away! I guess this was too much for them.Haha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qABRre-DI/AAAAAAAAMxA/yEBpYKuyljA/s1600-h/IMG_3554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qABRre-DI/AAAAAAAAMxA/yEBpYKuyljA/s320/IMG_3554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;All the while, with the entertaining show going on, I was at the kid's table, making my ninja stars all the time. It was fun! Watching the lively show and at the same time handcrafting! ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p9QwZcRDI/AAAAAAAAMwA/BaT10JHlojs/s1600-h/IMG_5497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2p9QwZcRDI/AAAAAAAAMwA/BaT10JHlojs/s320/IMG_5497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my wall in my student dorm. This is how many ninja stars I made. ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was such a relaxed and fun atmosphere. The audience laughed alot, the kids played around, the music and the fashion show were very lively, and then the "nakedness scandals" as shown above... HILRIOUS! If you are Vietnamese, you know what I mean when I say it was like being a kid at a Vietnamese wedding... It felt like being around extended family. It was one of the most heart warming experiences in Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qCv0dfXTI/AAAAAAAAMxI/pGmuV8Vwfk4/s1600-h/IMG_3569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2qCv0dfXTI/AAAAAAAAMxI/pGmuV8Vwfk4/s400/IMG_3569.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-3783463822080578283?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/3783463822080578283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/international-festival.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3783463822080578283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3783463822080578283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/02/international-festival.html' title='International Festival'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S2pvEKLa_NI/AAAAAAAAMrQ/q2D-UeDCBR0/s72-c/IMG_3431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-2840384899347641048</id><published>2010-01-21T20:35:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:40:01.969+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Food from Korea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1g7R0ZNcsI/AAAAAAAAMpw/QyqRJk3Q_2U/s1600-h/IMG_5128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1g7R0ZNcsI/AAAAAAAAMpw/QyqRJk3Q_2U/s320/IMG_5128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a present today ^^ Our Korean friend in our Kaikan got a package from his mother who had sent hundreds of packages of Korean Roasted Laver, the equivalent to Japanese Nori. (Well, maybe not hundreds...) Hmm, I wonder how it tastes like, it looks yummy. I also wonder if there is a difference in taste to the Japanese Nori...&lt;br /&gt;Look at the package: Korean letters! The Koreans are so smart, they abolished Chinese characters and have an alphabet like we do. Unlike the Japanse, who have kept the complicated Chinese characters for who knows what crazy reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1g8xRH8gQI/AAAAAAAAMqg/Nw-jTk48qDs/s1600-h/IMG_5093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1g8xRH8gQI/AAAAAAAAMqg/Nw-jTk48qDs/s320/IMG_5093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the Japanese version of Nori. Looks the same. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-2840384899347641048?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/2840384899347641048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/food-from-korea.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/2840384899347641048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/2840384899347641048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/food-from-korea.html' title='Food from Korea!'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1g7R0ZNcsI/AAAAAAAAMpw/QyqRJk3Q_2U/s72-c/IMG_5128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-5843824269496432821</id><published>2010-01-17T23:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:41:50.407+09:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make Onigiri in 10 seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MZB2FFoCI/AAAAAAAAMow/LFh28y0PDoA/s1600-h/IMG_5104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MZB2FFoCI/AAAAAAAAMow/LFh28y0PDoA/s320/IMG_5104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hungry? Craving for a healthy yet delicious snack? How about some easy-to-make nutritionally balanced rice balls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This Japanese version of rice dish is called onigiri. It basically consists of cooked rice shaped into a triangle. They can be made of plain rice, or stuffed with tuna, mayonaise, shrimp, kelp, pickled cabbage, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today, in this version, we used some onigiri seasoning, which one can buy in hundreds of variations in any Japanese supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MYL3NxtwI/AAAAAAAAMno/KEpaR5bh9SA/s1600-h/IMG_5092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MYL3NxtwI/AAAAAAAAMno/KEpaR5bh9SA/s200/IMG_5092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This seasoning has kelp and sesame seeds in it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But this post is not only about the onigiri itself. But, as my teaser title of my post already gives away - how to make onigiri in 2 seconds? So this is all about the incredible machine: the onigiri maker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MYBUsQdAI/AAAAAAAAMnY/KXCRRIc2yxM/s1600-h/IMG_5090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MYBUsQdAI/AAAAAAAAMnY/KXCRRIc2yxM/s320/IMG_5090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tadaa &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Looks innocent, doesn't it? But these boys rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So here is how to do it, it is super easy. If you had friends when you were a child and you played in the sandpit together, you already have it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MYGp9HzBI/AAAAAAAAMng/qCwViggLfKA/s1600-h/IMG_5091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MYGp9HzBI/AAAAAAAAMng/qCwViggLfKA/s200/IMG_5091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;First, have your ingredients ready: cooked rice mixed with seaonings you like. We had one batch with sesame and one with onigiri seasoning. Additionally: tuna and mayonaise, and for the vegetarians: konbu (kelp cooked in soy sauce, mirin, sake).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MYYP0r9aI/AAAAAAAAMn4/xVYCt-FZMC8/s1600-h/IMG_5094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MYYP0r9aI/AAAAAAAAMn4/xVYCt-FZMC8/s200/IMG_5094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Choose the small or big onigiri maker according to your hunger or degree of starvation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1Md8yCIlqI/AAAAAAAAMpg/OWsQy-6AkQI/s1600-h/IMG_5095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1Md8yCIlqI/AAAAAAAAMpg/OWsQy-6AkQI/s200/IMG_5095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fill it halfway with rice and press it down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MYj7g07xI/AAAAAAAAMoI/-6qP9VMlHIs/s1600-h/IMG_5097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MYj7g07xI/AAAAAAAAMoI/-6qP9VMlHIs/s200/IMG_5097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Put your filling in the middle - here I am using konbu (did not make it myself this time but have to shamefully admit I bought it ready made in the supermarket)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1Md8yCIlqI/AAAAAAAAMpg/OWsQy-6AkQI/s1600-h/IMG_5095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MenciReRI/AAAAAAAAMpo/2J1AtKZHrLc/s1600-h/IMG_5100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MenciReRI/AAAAAAAAMpo/2J1AtKZHrLc/s200/IMG_5100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Put rice on top of the ingredients to cover &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MYvwyR0iI/AAAAAAAAMoY/jA3IcFzqJZU/s1600-h/IMG_5101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MYvwyR0iI/AAAAAAAAMoY/jA3IcFzqJZU/s200/IMG_5101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Close the lid and press tightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1Mdb0TDqAI/AAAAAAAAMpQ/QKYTaC1CGZE/s1600-h/IMG_5102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1Mdb0TDqAI/AAAAAAAAMpQ/QKYTaC1CGZE/s200/IMG_5102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Open and flip it over on a plate. If it does not come out easily you can press the plate in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MdhWLfr0I/AAAAAAAAMpY/3TiN_5h3OiI/s1600-h/IMG_5103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MdhWLfr0I/AAAAAAAAMpY/3TiN_5h3OiI/s200/IMG_5103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perfection! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MZHsCQf6I/AAAAAAAAMo4/tEqIAvZZAGY/s1600-h/IMG_5105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MZHsCQf6I/AAAAAAAAMo4/tEqIAvZZAGY/s200/IMG_5105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;You can finish by wrapping some nori around it. I personally like it better with nori, because otherwise it tastes a little bit too boring.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is so easy and it always turns out beautiful. Idiot-proof as TÜV (Germans) would label it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If I had written a post about the Daiso (100 Yen Shop - a Japanese shop where you can buy EVERYTHING for 105 Yen) as I had planned, then I would say at this point: "And guess what, you can buy it in the Daiso", but I didn't, so I can't. To all of you who do not know the Daiso yet: it is one of the reasons to come to Japan! And I promise to make a post about it. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-5843824269496432821?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/5843824269496432821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-make-onigiri-in-10-seconds.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/5843824269496432821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/5843824269496432821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-make-onigiri-in-10-seconds.html' title='How to make Onigiri in 10 seconds'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MZB2FFoCI/AAAAAAAAMow/LFh28y0PDoA/s72-c/IMG_5104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-3984326121249454334</id><published>2010-01-17T22:58:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:36:47.391+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold! Still!</title><content type='html'>Me again. I am sitting at my desk. Of course, my heater blower is running full throttle. My head is hot, my eyes are dry, but my fingers are icey cold. I cannot really concentrate and study in my room. The coldness creeps up my ankles and up into the leg! Even if I wear 2 pairs of socks I can still feel the coldness coming from my ice block feet when I touch the socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MV3uX-FmI/AAAAAAAAMnI/PeNOqr4prAs/s1600-h/IMG_3223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MV3uX-FmI/AAAAAAAAMnI/PeNOqr4prAs/s320/IMG_3223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;My hands also get so cold that I bought an inexpensive pair of gloves and cut off the fingertips, so that I can wear it and still write or type on the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MV8vkOTZI/AAAAAAAAMnQ/Kl3xflLbzWk/s1600-h/IMG_3225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MV8vkOTZI/AAAAAAAAMnQ/Kl3xflLbzWk/s320/IMG_3225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voilà.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Did I mention that I cannot concentrate on my studies due to the simultaneous heat and the coldness. Thus tonight's blog posting... haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-3984326121249454334?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/3984326121249454334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/cold-still.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3984326121249454334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3984326121249454334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/cold-still.html' title='Cold! Still!'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MV3uX-FmI/AAAAAAAAMnI/PeNOqr4prAs/s72-c/IMG_3223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-6601636677801248800</id><published>2010-01-17T22:39:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:42:52.655+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ein Stückchen Heimat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MOZozCdjI/AAAAAAAAMm4/tUWPEx24wug/s1600-h/IMG_5088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MOZozCdjI/AAAAAAAAMm4/tUWPEx24wug/s320/IMG_5088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little bit homesick today, so I decided to make a Vietnamese dessert, which my mother often cooks. It is kind of a sweet bean soup, which you can eat warm or cold. It is a very common dish in Vietnam. It is called che. &lt;br /&gt;It is basically only beans cooked in water and (lots of) sugar. My mother makes it with red or black beans (dau den/dau do) or with green yellowish lentils (dau xanh=Mungobohnen). Sorry, I do not know the exact names for these ingredients. So I do not know at all, if the beans that I find here in the Japanese supermarket are the same. Today, I picked this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MOfBCG_UI/AAAAAAAAMnA/FPMESL0NDkE/s1600-h/IMG_5089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MOfBCG_UI/AAAAAAAAMnA/FPMESL0NDkE/s320/IMG_5089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Red beans, but I cannot read the Kanji. There are several kinds of red beans in the supermarket here, some bigger, some smaller. This is a smaller kind. I think they are Azuki beans, but not sure at all. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually you are supposed to soak these beans over night, but I tried it without and just cooked them like that for 45 minutes. The texture turned out a little bit too soft in the end, and they are definitely not the beans my mother uses. I will buy the bigger beans next time. And I did not have Vanillezucker (vanillin flavor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it tasted good anyways. There exist so many varieties of this kind of Vietnamese dessert, with different and many more ingredients. There are some with ice, coconut milk or banana for example. But I love this variation best. So simple and delicious ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to google it... ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-6601636677801248800?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/6601636677801248800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/ein-stuckchen-heimat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/6601636677801248800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/6601636677801248800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/ein-stuckchen-heimat.html' title='Ein Stückchen Heimat'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S1MOZozCdjI/AAAAAAAAMm4/tUWPEx24wug/s72-c/IMG_5088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-2188926367612629508</id><published>2010-01-17T22:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:13:45.941+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lMEpsgr1I/AAAAAAAAMmQ/tjk70WPIyGo/s1600-h/IMG_3637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lMEpsgr1I/AAAAAAAAMmQ/tjk70WPIyGo/s320/IMG_3637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is what I see every morning when I wake up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I already mentioned that it is very cold in our Kaikan. I am freezing all the time! The windows are only single glazed (einfach verglast), so the coldness from outside easily creeps into our rooms. And the winter months in Oita can get really cold. &lt;br /&gt;Actually I noticed something funny the other day. I opened my window (completely) in order to let fresh air move quickly into my room for some minutes (Stoßlüften) and went back to studying at my desk. One hour later I suddenly realized that I had not closed the window. So for the room temperature, it had made no difference if the window had been opened or closed. It does not make any difference if I have windows or not! Haha. :(&lt;br /&gt;There is a double phenomenon going on: single glazed buildings and excessive use of heater blowers (Heizlüfter). &lt;br /&gt;On the one hand, the bad insulation makes it impossible to keep warmth in buildings. On the other hand, it makes much heating necessary. But the heating is mainly done by using heater blowers. And on top of that, when heater blowers are used, then they are used excessively! &lt;br /&gt;Exampe: Our whole university is single glazed. The classrooms are extremely cold in the morning. The teacher immediately turns on the big heater blower, which is installed at the ceiling above our heads. The heater blower runs on full speed all the time. After class the heat does not stay in the room, so for the next class it is turned on again. Not only is this method a waste of enery, but also the air is very dry. The eyes dry out, it is hard to concentrate, and in the worst case you get a headache. &lt;br /&gt;Nobody seems to know anything beside heater blowers. The same applies to public transportation and department stores: they are excessively heated with heater blowers. But not only until a moderately warm temperature is reached, but until you feel like taking all your clothes off the minute that you step into the room, bus or train. It is so hot! It is such a waste of energy. And it is unhealthy. &lt;br /&gt;I do not want to close my post on such a negative note. But I do not know what to add to make it sound like fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-2188926367612629508?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/2188926367612629508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/2188926367612629508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/2188926367612629508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/cold.html' title='Cold!'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lMEpsgr1I/AAAAAAAAMmQ/tjk70WPIyGo/s72-c/IMG_3637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-3382472805985262613</id><published>2010-01-11T16:29:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:44:52.282+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming of Age Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0rSwx45iKI/AAAAAAAAMmw/CsQSbFFMEUU/s1600-h/IMG_4876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0rSwx45iKI/AAAAAAAAMmw/CsQSbFFMEUU/s320/IMG_4876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everywhere you look: kimonos, kimonos, kimonos &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Seijin Shiki. It was a special day for everybody who turns 20 this year - young people officially become adults. The city organizes a ceremony for them, where the girls dress up in kimonos and the guys in suits. Their seriousness of dressing up reminds me of high school prom. All the girls had spent lots of time and thought on choosing and renting the perfect kimono as wel as getting their hair and make-up done at the hair salon.&lt;br /&gt;On that day the young people come back to their hometowns. After highschool many have moved out to go to university or pursue a job or apprenticeship. Many visit their grandparents' house before the day of the ceremony.  So this event is important for them, also because they get a chance to see their old friends again, catch up, party, talk. 20 is the age when they can officially drink. I am sure, for most of them it will not be their first alcoholic beverage. Nevertheless, they all go out to have their drinking parties on this day. &lt;br /&gt;We went to the Oita Castle because there had been a ceremony, which we missed, unfortunately. But as I heard, it is pretty boring, some people hold a speech and everybody listens, no big deal. But the fascinating part for us was to see so many young girls dressed up in kimonos! (They guys were pretty boring, all wearing black suits, but if you watch the video, look at their crazy hairstyles!) And it has seemingly become fashion to wear a white furry thing around the neck. Nobody could tell me for sure if this is traditional or only latest fashion. Everywhere you could hear excited chit chat, high pitched voices, girls screaming "おひさしぶり!" at the sight of their old high school friends... And there were no parents, no adults, no family! So this ceremony belonged only to them, they could catch up with their friends and plan their drinking parties or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0rSNq3J6VI/AAAAAAAAMmg/M7l4m3pkxOM/s1600-h/IMG_4893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0rSNq3J6VI/AAAAAAAAMmg/M7l4m3pkxOM/s320/IMG_4893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oita Castle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0rSSL-k3GI/AAAAAAAAMmo/srE1yXAK5mA/s1600-h/IMG_4894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0rSSL-k3GI/AAAAAAAAMmo/srE1yXAK5mA/s320/IMG_4894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friends seeing each other again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0rSIxG2zDI/AAAAAAAAMmY/jBaw2-TVHdM/s1600-h/IMG_4891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0rSIxG2zDI/AAAAAAAAMmY/jBaw2-TVHdM/s320/IMG_4891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Taking pictures, creating memories&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Working my way through the kimono-suits-forest looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWQZUZPcL9s&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWQZUZPcL9s&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-3382472805985262613?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/3382472805985262613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/coming-of-age-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3382472805985262613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3382472805985262613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/coming-of-age-day.html' title='Coming of Age Day'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0rSwx45iKI/AAAAAAAAMmw/CsQSbFFMEUU/s72-c/IMG_4876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-8957286979381376111</id><published>2010-01-10T12:19:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:20:17.940+09:00</updated><title type='text'>How to prevent your umbrella from being stolen</title><content type='html'>When you go to the library or the doctor and you leave your umbrella in the umbrella holder at the entrance, have you ever worried that it might get stolen? Have you ever wondered if it would still be there when you leave and want to pick it up again? Apparently, Japanese have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lGtUUIudI/AAAAAAAAMmA/IyQ80DFCYjU/s1600-h/IMG_3634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lGtUUIudI/AAAAAAAAMmA/IyQ80DFCYjU/s320/IMG_3634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can find these in front of libraries, museums, ...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lGxukAA2I/AAAAAAAAMmI/0BGEk9-n1mc/s1600-h/IMG_3635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lGxukAA2I/AAAAAAAAMmI/0BGEk9-n1mc/s320/IMG_3635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;You can lock up your umbrella and be worry-free ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-8957286979381376111?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/8957286979381376111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-prevent-your-umbrelly-from-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/8957286979381376111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/8957286979381376111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-prevent-your-umbrelly-from-being.html' title='How to prevent your umbrella from being stolen'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lGtUUIudI/AAAAAAAAMmA/IyQ80DFCYjU/s72-c/IMG_3634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-9000626564948332970</id><published>2010-01-10T12:07:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:07:57.624+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrunchies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lERXu1GyI/AAAAAAAAMl4/G14V6oP_bXg/s1600-h/IMG_4674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lERXu1GyI/AAAAAAAAMl4/G14V6oP_bXg/s320/IMG_4674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Something I noticed about Japanese fashion. Girls like to wear scrunchies. Scrunchies? Yes! Something a German girl would have worn in premodern times :D They come in a huge variety - made of satin, cotton, wool, fur... You can choose from any colour you can imagine. They are sold everywhere! I wonder how this cultural difference could evolve.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lERXu1GyI/AAAAAAAAMl4/G14V6oP_bXg/s1600-h/IMG_4674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-9000626564948332970?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/9000626564948332970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/scrunchies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/9000626564948332970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/9000626564948332970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/scrunchies.html' title='Scrunchies'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lERXu1GyI/AAAAAAAAMl4/G14V6oP_bXg/s72-c/IMG_4674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-5384682562317485125</id><published>2010-01-10T11:51:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:54:25.758+09:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make Okonomiyaki Hiroshima style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lAyLIGPQI/AAAAAAAAMlw/6OcwOoi7N84/s1600-h/IMG_4679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lAyLIGPQI/AAAAAAAAMlw/6OcwOoi7N84/s320/IMG_4679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiroshima is famous for its okonomiyaki. So we went into an okonomiyaki restaurant. Unfortunately I could not make a video or take better pictures because we were sitting further away and not directly at the counter. &lt;br /&gt;Okonomiyaki is a Japanese dish. You could call it a Japanese pizza, but it is far away from pizza, which we know from Germany or America. There are different ways of making okonomiyaki. It is hard to describe what is in it and how it is made, because there are so many different styles. Usually it is made of a batter consisting of flour, water, and egg (Tokyo style is without egg). You could compare it to a pancake batter. Further ingredients are vegetables (especially shredded cabbage) and meat (for example bacon, pork). You can add sweet okonomiyaki sauce, bonito fish flakes, mayonaise.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an okonomiyaki restaurant in Hiroshima, which showed these pictures of how Hiroshima style okonomiyaki is made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0k5iT71SDI/AAAAAAAAMlA/d8t6lp7vCi8/s1600-h/IMG_4746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0k5iT71SDI/AAAAAAAAMlA/d8t6lp7vCi8/s320/IMG_4746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The foundation: a thin crêpe-like pancake topped with spices &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0k5lQg_DEI/AAAAAAAAMlI/wGx5woiHBTI/s1600-h/IMG_4747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0k5lQg_DEI/AAAAAAAAMlI/wGx5woiHBTI/s320/IMG_4747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A whole bunch of shredded cabbage and soy sprouts is added &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0k5o1dJwII/AAAAAAAAMlQ/1M3Q2kprG5A/s1600-h/IMG_4748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0k5o1dJwII/AAAAAAAAMlQ/1M3Q2kprG5A/s320/IMG_4748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;+ Bacon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0k5sAJqB3I/AAAAAAAAMlY/GEembhzhoJ8/s1600-h/IMG_4749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0k5sAJqB3I/AAAAAAAAMlY/GEembhzhoJ8/s320/IMG_4749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then is it flipped over and put on top of fried soba noodles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0k5v0D96-I/AAAAAAAAMlg/Xia67Dy2aRM/s1600-h/IMG_4750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0k5v0D96-I/AAAAAAAAMlg/Xia67Dy2aRM/s320/IMG_4750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An omelett is made and the whole soba-vegetables-pancake mixture is put on top of the egg and then again flipped over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0k5zAWrO3I/AAAAAAAAMlo/rSMVoYafXdA/s1600-h/IMG_4751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0k5zAWrO3I/AAAAAAAAMlo/rSMVoYafXdA/s320/IMG_4751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;+ okonomiyaki sauce &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0k5ezej1TI/AAAAAAAAMk4/41HpP2EiDPw/s1600-h/IMG_4681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0k5ezej1TI/AAAAAAAAMk4/41HpP2EiDPw/s320/IMG_4681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Done!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1263118612521"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1263118612522"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-5384682562317485125?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/5384682562317485125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-make-okonomiyaki-hiroshima-style.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/5384682562317485125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/5384682562317485125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-make-okonomiyaki-hiroshima-style.html' title='How to make Okonomiyaki Hiroshima style'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/S0lAyLIGPQI/AAAAAAAAMlw/6OcwOoi7N84/s72-c/IMG_4679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-8900986275944596707</id><published>2010-01-05T11:37:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:39:03.133+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the journey</title><content type='html'>The exciting journey has come to an end. It was a great vacation. One of the best I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hiroshima I really wanted to go back home to Oita, because I had become sick of travelling so much. So after visiting the shrine on Miyajima Island we immediately headed back to Oita and came back late in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been longing to back to my room and enjoy the peace and quiet. I had been looking forward to finally having time to contemplate all the experiences that I had made on that journey. But the minute I stepped into my room, I wanted to leave again. I have been back in Kaikan for 6 days now and all the time I feel uncomfortable and somehow sad to be here. Weird. Now it feels like the first weeks in Oita, when everything seemed so confined, small, sad, dark, and depressing. Had I only been happy in Oita before because I had gotten used to all its negative sides? Do I really like Oita? Is Oita a good place to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been celebrating New Year's Eve in the Kaikan with all the people who have stayed here. It was comfortable and consoling to have so many people around. It was not the most exciting New Year's Eve I have ever had, but it was nice that all the Kaikan people spent it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do Japanese celebrate New Year's Eve? In Germany, the New Year is celebrated with friends at parties. In Japan, it is like Christmas in Germany - New Year's Eve is a family day. In Germany, at midnight it becomes extremely loud. There is a countdown, and at 00:00 everybody loudly wishes (screams) a happy new year and the fireworks are set of. The new year starts with a bang. In Japan it is not quite so. When we went outside shortly before midnight, the streets were deserted. It was totally quiet. You could hear a pin drop. We went to a shrine near the Kaikan. There already a line of people had formed. At midnight all the families leave home and go to a shrine in order to pray. There was also a huge fire going on. At the shrine people buy arrows to which a small wooden signboard is attached. They throw it into the fire, so that the burned wishes can ascend to the gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transition from old to new year had been so oddly quiet that I had even missed the moment. Some people in white gowns had rang a bell. I only realized that it was past midnight, when Andora said to me "Happy new year". ^^ In Germany that would never happen. Haha. But see for yourselves: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SrhxSw4W3pg&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SrhxSw4W3pg&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you see the people lining up to pray and the fire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBDFtFZ06L4&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBDFtFZ06L4&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;明けましておめでとうございます!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-8900986275944596707?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/8900986275944596707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/8900986275944596707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/8900986275944596707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-journey.html' title='The end of the journey'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-3443200162277360470</id><published>2009-12-31T16:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:08:02.220+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: Hiroshima</title><content type='html'>Now I am in Hiroshima and actually all I want is go home to my Kaikan room in Oita. Why? Isn't it crazy to be on travel in such a big and exciting city like Hiroshima, staying in a good hostel room, having already paid and having a Railpass to get around for free? Any other time I would never want to leave early, because I would want to get everything out of my last hours and minutes to explore the new city. But it is just too much. Tokyo alone gave me so many new impressions, that now I am sick of discovering new things! I have had enough. I do not want to go on travelling any more. I do not want to explore new places. I just want to go home, rest, and let the beautiful images and impressions from Tokyo sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiroshima was really boring. And the weather was bad. Even the luckiest persons are unlucky sometimes! Who would have thought that on the last day of our journey we would be walking in the rain, when the weeks before the weather was constantly clear and sunny? Too bad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxFvu6YENI/AAAAAAAAMJ4/ecn32N3Uvz0/s1600-h/IMG_4682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxFvu6YENI/AAAAAAAAMJ4/ecn32N3Uvz0/s320/IMG_4682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The highlight of the afternoon in Hiroshima: eating Hiroshima style okonomiyaki &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxF11zDkyI/AAAAAAAAMKA/PQqC6xxzkD8/s1600-h/IMG_4681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxF11zDkyI/AAAAAAAAMKA/PQqC6xxzkD8/s320/IMG_4681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is a thin pancake topped with fried soba noodles, much vegetables (shredded cabbage and soy sprouts), egg in form of an omelett, okonomiyaki sauce and some green stuff (kelp). It looks so yummy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But is was a disappointment. It was not that good. The noodles were dry, the sauce was too salty, I do not like Hiroshima style. I like Osaka style much more!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hiroshima was a big disappointment for me. It was boring. It reminded me of Nagasaki. If you are interested in places with historical significance and if you like to revel in the feeling of tragedy, then Hiroshima (and Nagasaki) is right for you. But the city itself does not offer anything exciting and it is not paticularly beautiful or charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hiroshima is significant for Japanese history because the atomic bomb exploded over it during the war. The town erected many things to remember the tragedy: monument for the victims, museum, statues, a whole Peace Park,... If you are in Hiroshima you would probably feel like a victim. I think it helps to deal with one's own country's history if you have a part where you can feel like a victim. Maybe the Germans would deal differently with their Nazi past if they would have a part where they feel like victims. Ok, difficult topic, I should stop talking. Have to be careful about what I say here. It is just some thoughts I had when I walked around Hiroshima and was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the afternoon we did something much more fun. We went to Miyajima island where one of the most photographed sights in Japan is: the Miyajima Itsukushima Shrine. It is a red shrine which seems to float in the water when the tide is high. Unfortunately we had missed to check the times of the tide and so we had missed the high tide in the morning hours and now we went to see the lowest point of the tide, because then you can walk to the shrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Too bad the weather was so bad! When we walked around the island I thought that when the weather is beautiful this island must be really fascinating and really beautiful! It must be more exciting than Enoshima Island (Kamakura) where we saw Mount Fuji.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxF6igGeuI/AAAAAAAAMKI/vZLT19ufjOI/s1600-h/IMG_4694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxF6igGeuI/AAAAAAAAMKI/vZLT19ufjOI/s320/IMG_4694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxL4Ju3-rI/AAAAAAAAMLI/PvYgspV-79o/s1600-h/IMG_4695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxL4Ju3-rI/AAAAAAAAMLI/PvYgspV-79o/s320/IMG_4695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxH1gKVl8I/AAAAAAAAMKQ/wy6gMaxnXj0/s1600-h/IMG_4724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxH1gKVl8I/AAAAAAAAMKQ/wy6gMaxnXj0/s320/IMG_4724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxK5iQ0YQI/AAAAAAAAMKY/J8xPItml2gw/s1600-h/IMG_4729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxK5iQ0YQI/AAAAAAAAMKY/J8xPItml2gw/s320/IMG_4729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxLhX1uskI/AAAAAAAAMLA/NgbGlr4cFOc/s1600-h/IMG_4735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxLhX1uskI/AAAAAAAAMLA/NgbGlr4cFOc/s320/IMG_4735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hiroshima souvenir: momiji manju (a cake in shape of a maple leaf with red bean filling) - it is one of the most famous local confections of Hiroshima. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxLM1uniWI/AAAAAAAAMKo/yV6IH9vl3Yc/s1600-h/IMG_4736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxLM1uniWI/AAAAAAAAMKo/yV6IH9vl3Yc/s320/IMG_4736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are also other fillings: custard, chocolate, chesse, but sweet bean paste is the traditional filling. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxLS277UuI/AAAAAAAAMKw/Rfd4ukZU8Oo/s1600-h/IMG_4737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxLS277UuI/AAAAAAAAMKw/Rfd4ukZU8Oo/s320/IMG_4737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another famous Hiroshima food: oysters. Oysters from Hiroshima Bay are famous for their rich taste, especially in winter. On Miyajima Island there lots lots of booths and restaurants selling&lt;br /&gt;them. Here they are on a grill. But you can also eat them deep-fried, in quiche, etc. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxLY2XeZhI/AAAAAAAAMK4/J07MoyUrAds/s1600-h/IMG_4744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxLY2XeZhI/AAAAAAAAMK4/J07MoyUrAds/s320/IMG_4744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the end of the day we were lucky: the sun came out and we could watch a beautiful sunset.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is a good sign. It was a wonderful vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-3443200162277360470?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/3443200162277360470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-12-hiroshima.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3443200162277360470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3443200162277360470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-12-hiroshima.html' title='Day 12: Hiroshima'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxFvu6YENI/AAAAAAAAMJ4/ecn32N3Uvz0/s72-c/IMG_4682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-1946231789464366651</id><published>2009-12-31T15:19:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:27:30.105+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: Nara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="ii gt" id=":6f"&gt;I like Nara. It is a small and friendly heart-warming town. Nara has a lot of charm. Immediately when we stepped of the train at the train station I felt at home. It is like it was 10 years behind all the other Japanese cities that I have seen so far. After being in Tokyo and Osaka, the difference is really striking. The shops are small and old-fashioned, the people are older and more relaxed, there is much nature around. And, of course, we had a clear blue sky, not a single cloud to be seen! We are so lucky! Nara reminds me of a health resort (Kurort). Nara is like the Cuxhaven of Japan. I felt so relaxed and happy in Nara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw4lAOu4yI/AAAAAAAAMFQ/aw7YXhKg_hI/s1600-h/IMG_4525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw4lAOu4yI/AAAAAAAAMFQ/aw7YXhKg_hI/s320/IMG_4525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A peaceful and charming town &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw4pObR7AI/AAAAAAAAMFY/J-d6t5BnERE/s1600-h/IMG_4526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw4pObR7AI/AAAAAAAAMFY/J-d6t5BnERE/s320/IMG_4526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mochi with soybean powder - I wish I had tried it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw4tngvqTI/AAAAAAAAMFg/RDZmI222AJM/s1600-h/IMG_4527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw4tngvqTI/AAAAAAAAMFg/RDZmI222AJM/s320/IMG_4527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here they are made &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw41U89lrI/AAAAAAAAMFo/cgqWn_WvcBk/s1600-h/IMG_4533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw41U89lrI/AAAAAAAAMFo/cgqWn_WvcBk/s320/IMG_4533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the Five Story Pagoda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw4_N2ir9I/AAAAAAAAMFw/MUbxvGyflgs/s1600-h/IMG_4540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw4_N2ir9I/AAAAAAAAMFw/MUbxvGyflgs/s320/IMG_4540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bambi wants some food &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw5FaM_dJI/AAAAAAAAMF4/qKsOcn7DJ6Y/s1600-h/IMG_4543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw5FaM_dJI/AAAAAAAAMF4/qKsOcn7DJ6Y/s320/IMG_4543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Deer everywhere! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw5OwWpMyI/AAAAAAAAMGA/y3Czn5VnNjY/s1600-h/IMG_4545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw5OwWpMyI/AAAAAAAAMGA/y3Czn5VnNjY/s320/IMG_4545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nara's symbol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw5T_FVxaI/AAAAAAAAMGI/6sCF8_nifik/s1600-h/IMG_4546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw5T_FVxaI/AAAAAAAAMGI/6sCF8_nifik/s320/IMG_4546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quiet streets, narrow pavements &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is also immediately striking when you get off the train is that there are so many tourists! The ratio tourist-locals is much higher than in Tokyo and Osaka, because&amp;nbsp;Nara is so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I enjoyed most in Nara was to walk around in Nara Park. Nara is so small that everything is in walking distance. It was a perfect day: Sunny weather, surrounding nature, deer,... Yes deer! Nara's probably most attracting feature for me are the deer, which run around freely in the city. You can feed and touch them! It is funny, everywhere you look, begging Bambi-eyes look at you, craving some deer-cookies. These begging looks reminded me so much of our dog Lucky at home when she smells the dinner on our table! They give the whole city a very friendly flair. This is also because children love feeding and touching the animals, so Nara is also a family-friendly town.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw5kV2HaDI/AAAAAAAAMGQ/U4o_uKkHksg/s1600-h/IMG_4563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw5kV2HaDI/AAAAAAAAMGQ/U4o_uKkHksg/s320/IMG_4563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Deer in Nara Park &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw5-GPglsI/AAAAAAAAMGY/lYah2zmJmHQ/s1600-h/P1030366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw5-GPglsI/AAAAAAAAMGY/lYah2zmJmHQ/s320/P1030366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More deer in Nara Park &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw6MzJftPI/AAAAAAAAMGg/PlFyvISDx3A/s1600-h/IMG_4575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw6MzJftPI/AAAAAAAAMGg/PlFyvISDx3A/s320/IMG_4575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is so cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw6SYRwt0I/AAAAAAAAMGo/MADTvF977sQ/s1600-h/IMG_4581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw6SYRwt0I/AAAAAAAAMGo/MADTvF977sQ/s320/IMG_4581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tourists can buy deer food. The deer already wait there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw6cd_WHSI/AAAAAAAAMG4/sZ2GQNtWHO8/s1600-h/IMG_4586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw6cd_WHSI/AAAAAAAAMG4/sZ2GQNtWHO8/s320/IMG_4586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fabian has some food and a follower &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw6v-E_VvI/AAAAAAAAMHA/mD9mYZWcG_s/s1600-h/P1030325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw6v-E_VvI/AAAAAAAAMHA/mD9mYZWcG_s/s320/P1030325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A very relaxing walk in Nara Park &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw7AlhzpqI/AAAAAAAAMHI/38jHHLvLzIo/s1600-h/P1030368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw7AlhzpqI/AAAAAAAAMHI/38jHHLvLzIo/s320/P1030368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can touch the deer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of the funniest moments of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJs_U4nQxHY&amp;hl=de_DE&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJs_U4nQxHY&amp;hl=de_DE&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is city where I can say without being accused a liar: "the deer ate my homework" ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there so many deer in Nara? According to a historical document a deity appeared behind the Kasuga Grand Shrine (in Nara Park now) on a sacred white deer. Since then people started to sorwhip the deer as a sacred symbol. They have been carefully looking after them since then. Today, deer in Nara are a National Monument of Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw932TwB_I/AAAAAAAAMHo/blfVgCvWIIo/s1600-h/P1030381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw932TwB_I/AAAAAAAAMHo/blfVgCvWIIo/s320/P1030381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Moss on lantern in Nara Park &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw99fLV4QI/AAAAAAAAMHw/kY48up4OPo8/s1600-h/IMG_4605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw99fLV4QI/AAAAAAAAMHw/kY48up4OPo8/s320/IMG_4605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Surrounded by deer. They want food! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-DusrUPI/AAAAAAAAMH4/BICEBYq4TNE/s1600-h/IMG_4610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-DusrUPI/AAAAAAAAMH4/BICEBYq4TNE/s320/IMG_4610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feeding a small one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-QWltfFI/AAAAAAAAMIA/ONsX3WO-tds/s1600-h/IMG_4617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-QWltfFI/AAAAAAAAMIA/ONsX3WO-tds/s320/IMG_4617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sight in Nara Park &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-Ut-2_ZI/AAAAAAAAMII/WI1JKlK7XNw/s1600-h/IMG_4622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-Ut-2_ZI/AAAAAAAAMII/WI1JKlK7XNw/s320/IMG_4622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tamukeyama Hachimangu Shrine - looks like Kyomizudera in Kyoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actually a lot in Nara reminds of Kyoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-byNMzSI/AAAAAAAAMIQ/XNGY8BW759g/s1600-h/IMG_4626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-byNMzSI/AAAAAAAAMIQ/XNGY8BW759g/s320/IMG_4626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nice view from the Shrine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-pfmlLEI/AAAAAAAAMIY/hK5tHIKvZho/s1600-h/IMG_4629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-pfmlLEI/AAAAAAAAMIY/hK5tHIKvZho/s320/IMG_4629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Still at the shrine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-0uAZxbI/AAAAAAAAMIg/IoXJ46VRE9Y/s1600-h/P1030396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-0uAZxbI/AAAAAAAAMIg/IoXJ46VRE9Y/s320/P1030396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Todaiji Temple. There is a big Buddha statue (Daibutsu) inside. But I did not go inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-5v7i0LI/AAAAAAAAMIo/by6oSERsU4U/s1600-h/IMG_4641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-5v7i0LI/AAAAAAAAMIo/by6oSERsU4U/s320/IMG_4641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Outside Todaiji Temple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-_ZsLx7I/AAAAAAAAMIw/WNphKHt-8qs/s1600-h/IMG_4643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw-_ZsLx7I/AAAAAAAAMIw/WNphKHt-8qs/s320/IMG_4643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Many families with children in Nara Park &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw_OCH-MJI/AAAAAAAAMI4/2LiN2QytEr0/s1600-h/IMG_4645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw_OCH-MJI/AAAAAAAAMI4/2LiN2QytEr0/s320/IMG_4645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My friend the deer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw_WezOUsI/AAAAAAAAMJA/gsW5QFXek7E/s1600-h/IMG_4652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw_WezOUsI/AAAAAAAAMJA/gsW5QFXek7E/s320/IMG_4652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The deer are sacred animals in Nara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw_cvOAI8I/AAAAAAAAMJI/DeTNkdh1pFw/s1600-h/IMG_4654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw_cvOAI8I/AAAAAAAAMJI/DeTNkdh1pFw/s320/IMG_4654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Going downtown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw_oM8lkHI/AAAAAAAAMJQ/ehMW7BAVjUE/s1600-h/IMG_4658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw_oM8lkHI/AAAAAAAAMJQ/ehMW7BAVjUE/s320/IMG_4658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ara-ike pond &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw_uvQmpSI/AAAAAAAAMJY/FFBFqUSo5cU/s1600-h/IMG_4661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw_uvQmpSI/AAAAAAAAMJY/FFBFqUSo5cU/s320/IMG_4661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Deer everywhere. Even on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is too bad, that we only had one day here. I would have loved to have two days to explore the city, drink in the atmosphere, look around in the small shops, take one more relaxed stroll in the park, look at some more temples and gardens... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Nara. Nara makes happy! (^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxEIgQfMBI/AAAAAAAAMJw/5gpn57AgXOA/s1600-h/P1030352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzxEIgQfMBI/AAAAAAAAMJw/5gpn57AgXOA/s320/P1030352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-1946231789464366651?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/1946231789464366651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-11-nara.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1946231789464366651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1946231789464366651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-11-nara.html' title='Day 11: Nara'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szw4lAOu4yI/AAAAAAAAMFQ/aw7YXhKg_hI/s72-c/IMG_4525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-5803922758349954252</id><published>2009-12-31T14:11:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:22:38.744+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: Osaka</title><content type='html'>We were very pessimistic about Osaka. After going to Tokyo, what can possibly be as exciting and interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a Rapid Train from Kyoto to Osaka (less than half an hour). It is so funny how all the big and busy train stations like Kyoto and Osaka, which had wowed us before, now seem so small after experiencing Shinjuku station in Tokyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about travelling is that every city has a tourist information center, where you can get city maps for free and where English\speaking people can help you. Especially if one has no clue which sights to go to, the tourist information center can always tell you the most important places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to the Osaka Sky Building near the station. And we were pretty disappointed. The city seems ugly and boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Osaka's main sight, the Osaka Castle. At first, I did not want to go there, because the Nagoya Castle had been such a bore. But as we had so much on our hands, we went. And we were not disappointed! It is not the most exciting castle I have been to, but the Main Tower looks very impressive. It has been erected so high, that it is visible over the castle walls. When it was built it must have been a clear intention of gaining the respect of (unwanted) visitors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwvZBetl_I/AAAAAAAAMDo/pR3EPQRlsCQ/s1600-h/IMG_4476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwvZBetl_I/AAAAAAAAMDo/pR3EPQRlsCQ/s320/IMG_4476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gloomy &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szwvh5WpjAI/AAAAAAAAMDw/TvZwDieJ86A/s1600-h/IMG_4480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szwvh5WpjAI/AAAAAAAAMDw/TvZwDieJ86A/s320/IMG_4480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Impressive height&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it fot even better. One of the highlights&amp;nbsp;of the day was the American District (Amerika Mura), where mostly young people hang out and where one crazy and colourful shop is crammed next to the other. It is flashy, loud, colourful, lively. It was similar to being in Shibuya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next highlight was Shinsaibashi and Dotombori, huge shopping arcades with masses of stores and restaurants. It was full of people, very lively. The mere number and diversity of design, style, food, price ranges of the places to eat is aamazing! In Japan I often find that the selection of restaurants, bars, izakazas, small booths, etc. is really impressive. Many have beautiful and interesting designs, walking past them and looking from outside already catches my attention and I wonder how it might look inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Kyoyo lacks places to go in the evenings, but Dotombori and Shinsaibashi in Osaka nearby burst of a busy nightlife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szwv0W_1rSI/AAAAAAAAMD4/pCRSh9cyIZI/s1600-h/IMG_4487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szwv0W_1rSI/AAAAAAAAMD4/pCRSh9cyIZI/s320/IMG_4487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the way to Osaka's shopping district &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szwv5_HVsaI/AAAAAAAAMEA/UH8HPlDmR0M/s1600-h/IMG_4491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szwv5_HVsaI/AAAAAAAAMEA/UH8HPlDmR0M/s320/IMG_4491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In Amerika Mura &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szwv_TojuhI/AAAAAAAAMEI/lqwfuNB4mvc/s1600-h/IMG_4492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szwv_TojuhI/AAAAAAAAMEI/lqwfuNB4mvc/s320/IMG_4492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who wears that? People in Japan do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwwFZ5R72I/AAAAAAAAMEQ/SNkpgyunKZk/s1600-h/IMG_4494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwwFZ5R72I/AAAAAAAAMEQ/SNkpgyunKZk/s320/IMG_4494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;So many people in Shinsaibashi!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwwLbYdwcI/AAAAAAAAMEY/QCD7-YKTfqQ/s1600-h/IMG_4498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwwLbYdwcI/AAAAAAAAMEY/QCD7-YKTfqQ/s320/IMG_4498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Osaka style Osonomiyaki!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selling Okonommiyaki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JkKwKW6BmPU&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JkKwKW6BmPU&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwxQo370fI/AAAAAAAAMEg/hkf1mBEh4Xc/s1600-h/IMG_4501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwxQo370fI/AAAAAAAAMEg/hkf1mBEh4Xc/s320/IMG_4501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Having Okonomiyaki for dinner at the river. Beautiful view!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwxXu9XesI/AAAAAAAAMEo/rvrcqm8fz20/s1600-h/IMG_4503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwxXu9XesI/AAAAAAAAMEo/rvrcqm8fz20/s320/IMG_4503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shinsaibashi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szwxc4-RQCI/AAAAAAAAMEw/bEssp7SRvL4/s1600-h/IMG_4504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szwxc4-RQCI/AAAAAAAAMEw/bEssp7SRvL4/s320/IMG_4504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;So many interesting looking restaurants! I would like to eat my way through this city!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szwxio8w7GI/AAAAAAAAME4/X94FqiXwm40/s1600-h/IMG_4509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szwxio8w7GI/AAAAAAAAME4/X94FqiXwm40/s320/IMG_4509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwxobVRkDI/AAAAAAAAMFA/txlEuW7s39A/s1600-h/IMG_4513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwxobVRkDI/AAAAAAAAMFA/txlEuW7s39A/s320/IMG_4513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dotonbori&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szwxuvtj56I/AAAAAAAAMFI/0DCjIjO_LY0/s1600-h/IMG_4514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szwxuvtj56I/AAAAAAAAMFI/0DCjIjO_LY0/s320/IMG_4514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ramen Shop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially after Tokyo it is a huge compliment to Osaka from my side when I say that I would go there again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-5803922758349954252?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/5803922758349954252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/osaka.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/5803922758349954252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/5803922758349954252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/osaka.html' title='Day 10: Osaka'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwvZBetl_I/AAAAAAAAMDo/pR3EPQRlsCQ/s72-c/IMG_4476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-989512670167122646</id><published>2009-12-31T13:51:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:53:30.302+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyoto</title><content type='html'>When we arrived at Kyoto station, having left Tokyo 3 hours ago and still weeping within,&amp;nbsp;the first thing I noticed was how familiar everything looked to me and that it felt a little bit like coming home! I recognized all the station building, the bus terminal, the big crossing in front of the station. It was so nice to feel like being in a familiar place again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing I noticed was how quiet it was! There were fewer people, they were not rushing like crazy, the whole atmosphere in Kyoto is so mor relaxed than in Tokyo. Compared to Tokyo Kyoto is a quiet beauty. Well, except for the weekends at the Golden Pavillon or Kyomizudera etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Shibuya Crossing and the Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Shibuya Crossing version in Kyoto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mjSIDtKTBg8&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mjSIDtKTBg8&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our guest house "Chita" is a little bit of a disappointment. Fabian and I allowed us the luxury of booking a room for two people. It is so stressful to come back to the hostel after walking around the whole day and being exhausted, and not having a possibility to relax in a quiet place. If you stay in a dorm room with 6 other people, the travel can get really exhausting. But here in Chita the walls are so thin, that it feels like you were living with the other people in one room! You hear EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that bothers me about this hostel is that it only has one shower for the whole hostel! There are 15 pairs of shoes in the entrance so we can guess how many people probably will want to shower! I am sitting here, surfing on the internet for already an hour, waiting for the shower to be vacant again. I feel like a lion behind some bush waiting to jump out and catch its prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting thing about this hostel is its Japanese style of the guest rooms. The rooms are laid out with tatami mats. The beds are futon which you spread out on the floor. And we got a Yukata! It is something like a Japanese pyjama for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwsrnIpplI/AAAAAAAAMDA/ABJhp2D43tM/s1600-h/IMG_4448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwsrnIpplI/AAAAAAAAMDA/ABJhp2D43tM/s320/IMG_4448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our room in the guest house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwswL_KetI/AAAAAAAAMDI/wEdorD-Jm3M/s1600-h/IMG_4446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwswL_KetI/AAAAAAAAMDI/wEdorD-Jm3M/s320/IMG_4446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our beds - still need to be made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwtHH6pbwI/AAAAAAAAMDY/FXUH-OuKSA4/s1600-h/IMG_4449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwtHH6pbwI/AAAAAAAAMDY/FXUH-OuKSA4/s200/IMG_4449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;What is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwtMEk7slI/AAAAAAAAMDg/xIS8NXLCy-k/s1600-h/IMG_4450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwtMEk7slI/AAAAAAAAMDg/xIS8NXLCy-k/s200/IMG_4450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It comes with this piece of cloth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szws2qkP7ZI/AAAAAAAAMDQ/WnyDUo1aZxk/s1600-h/IMG_4457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szws2qkP7ZI/AAAAAAAAMDQ/WnyDUo1aZxk/s200/IMG_4457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is my yukata! It is the Japanese style of homewear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-989512670167122646?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/989512670167122646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/kyoto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/989512670167122646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/989512670167122646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/kyoto.html' title='Kyoto'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzwsrnIpplI/AAAAAAAAMDA/ABJhp2D43tM/s72-c/IMG_4448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-450649880786592788</id><published>2009-12-27T15:50:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:20:01.778+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: Last day in Tokyo</title><content type='html'>Oh no, everything comes to an end. Our vacation in Tokyo is over and I am really sad to leave. If you had one last day in Toyko left, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabian and I decided to do our favorite things, having a last relaxed day. Can you guess what we did? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szb-wNEW9iI/AAAAAAAAMCw/1x4ishJJOOo/s1600-h/IMG_4434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szb-wNEW9iI/AAAAAAAAMCw/1x4ishJJOOo/s320/IMG_4434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of course! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After cleaning our friend's apartment for a few hours and shopping in H&amp;amp;M again, we went to our favorite relaxing place. It is the fourth time that we go to Shibuya Starbucks, but we just love this so much! ^^ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then we went shopping in Shibuya near Harajuku station. We had to check out the store, which sells Uniqlo shoes and has everything on sale. It is packed in there (especially because Sunday is Shopping Day in Japan - not like boring Germany, where you cannot do anything on Sundays), but I fought my way through and bought some nice boots ^^ Yosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szb-34kO4SI/AAAAAAAAMC4/M4RmAnXpLtA/s1600-h/IMG_4436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szb-34kO4SI/AAAAAAAAMC4/M4RmAnXpLtA/s320/IMG_4436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes I wonder what day today is. When you do not have a university schedule or any other obligations, one is indifferent to the weekdays. But when I saw this I immediately knew what day today is. It is Freakday: Sunday. This is the day of the week you should go to Shibuya and Yoyogi Park. Teenagers can put on their second identities and meet up with their groups to live their fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Fabian and I had a very relaxed day, doing our favorite things, slowly saying goodbye to Tokyo. I fell in love with Tokyo, although there are many things that get on my nerves. I am especially tired of the masses of people! Tokyo has too many people! You cannot walk straight, you have to constantly concentrate to avoid people. People are rushing all the time or standing in the way. Here in Tokyo is the first time in Japan, that I encounter unmotivated or even unfriendly service people. In Oita or the other Japanese cities that I travelled to I never experienced any shop assistants who were not very polite and smiled. But here there are some people that are on the friendliness-level of Germany even! I guess this is what such a huge city with many tourists brings with it. But I did not see as many foreigners here in Tokyo as I had expected. Staff people here speak English very well, so this is where you can see that Tokyo is used to tourists. But still, when walking around this city, you encounter less Western people than expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabian and I have been alone in Tokyo since Friday evening, because Miriam had left for skiing with some friends. But we will meet her again to go to Nara and Hiroshima together. Also Miriam has booked her hostel in Kyoto, from where we will use our Railpass and travel to Osaka and Nara. So we save the nerve racking moving of our baggage from one hostel to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Nagoya was a grab into the toilet (German English for Griff ins Klo) we are really afraid that Osaka, Nara, or Hiroshima could also be so boring. It would be a disaster and not&amp;nbsp; a nice finale of our holidays. Actually we had originally planned to go to Kobe today. But as our Nagoya experience has made us wary, we did thorough research about activities/sights in Kobe in order to estimate its fun factor. But when we read that even the Lonely Planet (our bible) says that it is not a must-see, we refrained from undetaking the risk of travelling there and reliving a trauma. So in about an hour Fabian and I will go on journey to Kyoto to our hostel. Haha, this is my third time in Kyoto. Seems to be a gravity point of my stay in Japan. And tomorrow we will go to Osaka. Drückt uns die Daumen! Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-450649880786592788?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/450649880786592788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-in-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/450649880786592788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/450649880786592788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-in-tokyo.html' title='Day 9: Last day in Tokyo'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Szb-wNEW9iI/AAAAAAAAMCw/1x4ishJJOOo/s72-c/IMG_4434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-3849092858504365982</id><published>2009-12-26T22:52:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:19:38.190+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: A day far away from the city</title><content type='html'>Thank God, today was much better than yesterday! Fabian and I went to the Tama Region, which still belongs to Tokyo. We wanted to explore Tokyo nature, so we decided to go to Takao Mountain, which is only 50 minutes away by train. We had the choice between Takao Mountain and Mikage Mountain. We chose Takaosan because the train ride is 20 minutes shorter and because there was supposed to be an easy trail, which we could hike in 3 hours. Sounded like a perfect exercise for one relaxed day ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we woke up, we were surprised by a cloudy sky. Since our arrival in Tokyo the weather had always been sunny. But we decided to go because the weather forecast said that the sky would clear up. We hoped so. In the meantime we travelled to Subway in Shibuya. Can you imagine our hunger for a good sandwich, when we undertook a 30 minutes journey just to get a Subway? (Japanese versions of sandwiches usually taste like air. I never managed to find a good sandwich in Oita.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzXWGUmZDdI/AAAAAAAAL_Q/o2PlABgeKEY/s1600-h/IMG_4243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzXWGUmZDdI/AAAAAAAAL_Q/o2PlABgeKEY/s320/IMG_4243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know, I am such a tourist, running to Subway all the time. But it was&amp;nbsp; a perfect start into the day: eating a yummy sandwich outside in the sunshine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were lucky: the sun really came through when we arrived at the train station Takaosanguchi! We were really happy when we started the hike. It was paved, and seemed easy to walk. We were reminded of our excursion on Yang Ming Mountain in Taipei, where we had a wonderful day surrounded by nature. It was a very good change from busy Tokyo city life to a quiet relaxing walk in nature. It was what I had needed! We could breathe fresh air, get some easy exercise, let the sun shine on our faces and enjoy the greenery around. Now and then we also got a pretty nice view on the mountains from high above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many souvenir shops and small restaurants along the hike, but well, it was still pure nature in comparison to Tokyo life. And I think Japanese just do not feel well without souvenirs shops, vending machines, food when they travel, even when it is hiking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice hike today really made me happy, because yesterday had been so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzXXLCeKAgI/AAAAAAAAL_g/v_bgKYbh8L4/s1600-h/IMG_4244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzXXLCeKAgI/AAAAAAAAL_g/v_bgKYbh8L4/s320/IMG_4244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Takao is cute little village.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYHvV3l0HI/AAAAAAAAL_o/RJ6zY_A3MMk/s1600-h/IMG_4254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYHvV3l0HI/AAAAAAAAL_o/RJ6zY_A3MMk/s320/IMG_4254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trail 1 is the easiest one. It is paved and only 3,8 km long. The average hiking duration is 3 hours and 15 minutes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYILNVQ3qI/AAAAAAAAL_w/svPMEJf8uS0/s1600-h/IMG_4269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYILNVQ3qI/AAAAAAAAL_w/svPMEJf8uS0/s320/IMG_4269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stairs! I had a déjà-vu ^^ Hello Yang Ming Mountain!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYIgZGNvGI/AAAAAAAAL_4/1sQBj8X-iGs/s1600-h/IMG_4276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYIgZGNvGI/AAAAAAAAL_4/1sQBj8X-iGs/s320/IMG_4276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uphill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYJRw4s4mI/AAAAAAAAMAQ/Nu-L2wiVCgw/s1600-h/IMG_4284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYJRw4s4mI/AAAAAAAAMAQ/Nu-L2wiVCgw/s320/IMG_4284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arriving at first base&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYJgVE1DkI/AAAAAAAAMAY/gKTTw5uqOuc/s1600-h/IMG_4285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYJgVE1DkI/AAAAAAAAMAY/gKTTw5uqOuc/s320/IMG_4285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is what Fabian saw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYJxic6b1I/AAAAAAAAMAg/qCJ0Nl0HfOU/s1600-h/IMG_4296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYJxic6b1I/AAAAAAAAMAg/qCJ0Nl0HfOU/s320/IMG_4296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The statues have red hats on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYKBcFmLrI/AAAAAAAAMAo/l55pyRhuNYA/s1600-h/IMG_4308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYKBcFmLrI/AAAAAAAAMAo/l55pyRhuNYA/s320/IMG_4308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mount Takao is famous for its wildlife - birds, insects, plants. Here a man feeds a bird.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYKRVrIhqI/AAAAAAAAMAw/Zc57BhBPiYI/s1600-h/IMG_4310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYKRVrIhqI/AAAAAAAAMAw/Zc57BhBPiYI/s320/IMG_4310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even in the jungle Japanese would set up vending machines.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They are everywhere! I wonder why, in every street in Japan you find vending machines, which sell beverages.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYKdVnAgAI/AAAAAAAAMA4/EjGu8SDWoAg/s1600-h/IMG_4311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYKdVnAgAI/AAAAAAAAMA4/EjGu8SDWoAg/s320/IMG_4311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;View from Takaosan &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYKqj_u1fI/AAAAAAAAMBA/bX8Fd4tr3c0/s1600-h/IMG_4312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYKqj_u1fI/AAAAAAAAMBA/bX8Fd4tr3c0/s320/IMG_4312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alongside the 3,8-km-trail there were about 3800 of these shops selling food, souvenirs, beverages, hiking poles (in case yours broke on the way ^^), etc. Here is a shop selling mochi on a stick.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYK2zBRDSI/AAAAAAAAMBI/H8tT_BxckG4/s1600-h/IMG_4313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYK2zBRDSI/AAAAAAAAMBI/H8tT_BxckG4/s320/IMG_4313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These were our rewards on the way - nice views &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYLHnoM2QI/AAAAAAAAMBQ/EJWaPhPXB-M/s1600-h/IMG_4321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYLHnoM2QI/AAAAAAAAMBQ/EJWaPhPXB-M/s320/IMG_4321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A glowing plant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYLafbRJ6I/AAAAAAAAMBY/pfy7DuxxqeA/s1600-h/IMG_4322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYLafbRJ6I/AAAAAAAAMBY/pfy7DuxxqeA/s320/IMG_4322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder why there is an octopus sculpture&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYLzMJ_-zI/AAAAAAAAMBg/J2OBXrTXRWk/s1600-h/IMG_4326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYLzMJ_-zI/AAAAAAAAMBg/J2OBXrTXRWk/s320/IMG_4326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the way to shrines and temples. Takaosan is a mountain of worhip. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYMIlGvbOI/AAAAAAAAMBo/E-8V_c6uL30/s1600-h/IMG_4356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYMIlGvbOI/AAAAAAAAMBo/E-8V_c6uL30/s320/IMG_4356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The first gate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYMWVsvFTI/AAAAAAAAMBw/0uwl9pcUIV0/s1600-h/IMG_4360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYMWVsvFTI/AAAAAAAAMBw/0uwl9pcUIV0/s320/IMG_4360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scent sticks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYMkq_kxfI/AAAAAAAAMB4/m4GTXciT3_k/s1600-h/IMG_4364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYMkq_kxfI/AAAAAAAAMB4/m4GTXciT3_k/s320/IMG_4364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Statue of a God at a Shinto shrine with long nose &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYM1EdQpgI/AAAAAAAAMCA/JWH7-HpNHSg/s1600-h/IMG_4368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYM1EdQpgI/AAAAAAAAMCA/JWH7-HpNHSg/s320/IMG_4368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trees holding hands &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYNAhmF9TI/AAAAAAAAMCI/8mQiip65DbM/s1600-h/IMG_4394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYNAhmF9TI/AAAAAAAAMCI/8mQiip65DbM/s320/IMG_4394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nice view on the way back. The setting sun was not so extremely bright anymore. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYNFXBl_2I/AAAAAAAAMCQ/geJ1qRerqck/s1600-h/IMG_4399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYNFXBl_2I/AAAAAAAAMCQ/geJ1qRerqck/s320/IMG_4399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The way back was much faster because we went downhill. But our knees needed a break in between!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My overall impression of Mount Takao is that it is a very touristically exploited site. Trail 1 is a very walkable trail. I enjoyed hiking in nature and it was a welcomed change from the busy Tokyo city buzz, but if you consider other spots to hike, this is too spoiled by souvenir shops and paved ways, which make everything sometimes look like park rather than a mountain. But still, I had a very nice day there ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYNKwwg2zI/AAAAAAAAMCY/AAZLso1o4Mg/s1600-h/IMG_4411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYNKwwg2zI/AAAAAAAAMCY/AAZLso1o4Mg/s320/IMG_4411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For dinner, we decided to try one of the million Korean restaurants near our apartment. We had Kimchi Nabe&amp;nbsp; - yummy. But the Koreans seem to eat differently than Japanese. Japanese usually only eat a pot of Nabe, which they share. Everybody has a little bowl in front of him and helps himself from the big pot in the middle. But the Koreans also have more dishes on the table, for example a Korean pizza (Chijimi, do not know the right spelling) or cold noodle salad, which they also share.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYNR1kTCxI/AAAAAAAAMCg/yPK3sSTCix4/s1600-h/IMG_4412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYNR1kTCxI/AAAAAAAAMCg/yPK3sSTCix4/s320/IMG_4412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A cozy Korean place. The streets around our apartment in Tokyo is full of these restaurants!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cross Shibuya Crossing with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J9hW7sjm7eU&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J9hW7sjm7eU&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYNWPI8AHI/AAAAAAAAMCo/oX9pzICskgs/s1600-h/IMG_4422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzYNWPI8AHI/AAAAAAAAMCo/oX9pzICskgs/s320/IMG_4422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sitting in Starbucks and watching Shibuya Crossing is relaxing. Like I said, it is like watching a tank with fish. And how fitting: my tea is called ZEN. ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Shibuya Crossing at night from Starbucks:&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V1GJuTvpA_c&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V1GJuTvpA_c&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-3849092858504365982?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/3849092858504365982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-god-today-was-much-better-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3849092858504365982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/3849092858504365982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-god-today-was-much-better-than.html' title='Day 8: A day far away from the city'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzXWGUmZDdI/AAAAAAAAL_Q/o2PlABgeKEY/s72-c/IMG_4243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-9100776637376379601</id><published>2009-12-25T21:40:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:19:24.446+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: Nagoya</title><content type='html'>Today we went to Nagoya. It was so boring. It was so boring that I would have rather stayed in my student dorm back in Oita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagoya is the fourth largest city in Japan, how come it is so boring? When you look around in the subway you notice that the people are older, uglier, and smellier than in Tokyo. The highlight of Nagoya is the Castle. &lt;br /&gt;I was so bored today that&amp;nbsp; the mental pain even started to translate into physical pain. I started to feel exhausted, got a headache and felt uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a Japan Rail Pass. We paid about 250 Euros and we can use as many trains as we want within one week. Today the first day of our ticket started and we could use the subway (from the JR company) for free and we could use a shinkansen from Tokyo to Nagoya. It only takes 2h. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzS0H43KMSI/AAAAAAAAL_I/jmwDXGeWJMA/s1600-h/nagoya2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzS0H43KMSI/AAAAAAAAL_I/jmwDXGeWJMA/s320/nagoya2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Japan's fastest train - shinkansen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSm5_hq0qI/AAAAAAAAL8w/CQnG5fp0-GQ/s1600-h/IMG_4187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSm5_hq0qI/AAAAAAAAL8w/CQnG5fp0-GQ/s320/IMG_4187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we waited for our shinkansen it was funny to see that suddenly cleaning women in pink uniforms lined up at the track, waiting to get on the train and to clean it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSnRgf1GvI/AAAAAAAAL84/VYzElbIkQls/s1600-h/IMG_4194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSnRgf1GvI/AAAAAAAAL84/VYzElbIkQls/s320/IMG_4194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The customers get off the train and the cleaning women stand at the side of the exit and bow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For a German this a very strange sight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSoQ_YvpoI/AAAAAAAAL9A/fZiNmM8JlGM/s1600-h/IMG_4196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSoQ_YvpoI/AAAAAAAAL9A/fZiNmM8JlGM/s320/IMG_4196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have been looking forward to use the shinkansen, the Japanese high speed train. Wikipedia says that the highest speed at a test ride was over 443 km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was unspectacular. It was like riding any other train.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do not know what I had expected. A time travel maybe?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSpQQJ2OYI/AAAAAAAAL9I/dZ2jRL7vSoU/s1600-h/IMG_4200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSpQQJ2OYI/AAAAAAAAL9I/dZ2jRL7vSoU/s320/IMG_4200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nagoya Castle - the highlight from today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFnlnGQgdWc&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFnlnGQgdWc&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSpbgYy6oI/AAAAAAAAL9Q/Z0brwtbuYuE/s1600-h/IMG_4207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSpbgYy6oI/AAAAAAAAL9Q/Z0brwtbuYuE/s320/IMG_4207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the foot of the tower deers were running around. Definitely highlighting the highlight! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But apart from the castle there is not really anything exciting to see or do in Nagoya. We were really depressed, when we were running around, going to the supposed sights, which the information center had given us, because the sights were nothing exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It seems as if Nagasaki tried to enforce sights from any minor detail. We were even lured into a warehouse (at Nagoya castle), a supposed sight, where we saw nothing but a long corridor, on the left side a construction site. Great. See for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSqrnLnbpI/AAAAAAAAL9Y/8n5Mcq0VFyI/s1600-h/IMG_4213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSqrnLnbpI/AAAAAAAAL9Y/8n5Mcq0VFyI/s320/IMG_4213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nagoya is a very poor city if this is a sight. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSrRSejITI/AAAAAAAAL9o/tYxzKwlOCSo/s1600-h/IMG_4217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSrRSejITI/AAAAAAAAL9o/tYxzKwlOCSo/s320/IMG_4217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something that cheered me up and relieved me from my pain a little bit. Some crazy people in costumes running around at Nagoya castle. I think they are performers and perform a play at this castle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSrXW614cI/AAAAAAAAL9w/GOmDEkc_Ks0/s1600-h/IMG_4218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSrXW614cI/AAAAAAAAL9w/GOmDEkc_Ks0/s320/IMG_4218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;There we are. Three Germans and two crazy Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSr6oIWs5I/AAAAAAAAL94/IerXsjARvCI/s1600-h/IMG_4219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSr6oIWs5I/AAAAAAAAL94/IerXsjARvCI/s320/IMG_4219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you see this sign, go the other direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSsArZGL2I/AAAAAAAAL-A/337jc4GHfCM/s1600-h/IMG_4220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSsArZGL2I/AAAAAAAAL-A/337jc4GHfCM/s320/IMG_4220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One pretty moment of the day. At a crossing in Nagoya near Sakae station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSsTVv4qhI/AAAAAAAAL-Q/1KHyAifZXA0/s1600-h/IMG_4227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSsTVv4qhI/AAAAAAAAL-Q/1KHyAifZXA0/s320/IMG_4227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder what the shopowner thought when he named his shop. Seriously, I wonder which Japanese words sounds like "Puff".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSsYji10vI/AAAAAAAAL-Y/qAJNVBsPjzc/s1600-h/IMG_4228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSsYji10vI/AAAAAAAAL-Y/qAJNVBsPjzc/s320/IMG_4228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hm, is this due to sexual harassment in Nagoya? As there are only old people there I canot imagine the problem to be that serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSsdfAOtzI/AAAAAAAAL-g/c5OpiGWDjKo/s1600-h/IMG_4230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSsdfAOtzI/AAAAAAAAL-g/c5OpiGWDjKo/s320/IMG_4230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fabian and I ate Shio Ramen for lunch. We had been running around Nagoya to find a nice eating place, then we had been running around the huge station in order to find a konbini or an eating place. So we were pretty hungry and lacking energy when we finally sat down and could eat. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After our Shio-Ramen, which we ate in a nice shop in the station, we decided to go back earlier than planned. Already at 3 p.m. instead of 6 p.m. But before leaving we wanted to go some more sightseeing, which was recommended by the information map. There were 4 interesting buildings, which were supposed to be near the station. We wanted to extend some time in Nagoya, because we wanted the long shinkansen ride to be worth it. Haha, we had just stepped outside the station,immediately saw the first building, then directly next to it, the other, then the other two. We tool pictures, click-cklick-cklick - and after 5 seconds also this sightseeing was done. Great. Here are the pictures: (I was not motivated enough to raise my hand and take a picture of the fourth building, sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzStJ07m-pI/AAAAAAAAL_A/IZt_POt_3VU/s1600-h/IMG_4236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzStJ07m-pI/AAAAAAAAL_A/IZt_POt_3VU/s320/IMG_4236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSst68P0CI/AAAAAAAAL-4/vbbLaQOdHZc/s1600-h/IMG_4237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSst68P0CI/AAAAAAAAL-4/vbbLaQOdHZc/s320/IMG_4237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSsn84JtgI/AAAAAAAAL-w/y-q8W6zSTug/s1600-h/IMG_4235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzSsn84JtgI/AAAAAAAAL-w/y-q8W6zSTug/s320/IMG_4235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the evening we walked around Shinjuku station and checked out some stores. Here in Tokyo we often see a department store called OIOI. When I go back to Germany, nothing will look appealing to me anymore, because in Japanese department stores the products are much more interesting and cute than in let's say Kaufhof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a video of Shinjuku station. Here you can see how many people run around there, always in a hurry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYPGzSTSWV0&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYPGzSTSWV0&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I also want to show you something, which I call in German "Augenkrebs-Laden" (eye cancer shop), because it hurts my eyes to go there. It is loud, the colours are bright, it is chaotic,... I don't know why Japanese like this. I always get a headache when I am in there for more than 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tm2a-qA1Dno&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tm2a-qA1Dno&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-9100776637376379601?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/9100776637376379601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/nagoya.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/9100776637376379601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/9100776637376379601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/nagoya.html' title='Day 7: Nagoya'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzS0H43KMSI/AAAAAAAAL_I/jmwDXGeWJMA/s72-c/nagoya2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-9036986040775767824</id><published>2009-12-24T22:30:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:19:10.373+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: Christmas at the beach</title><content type='html'>Another day just passed by. And again it showed that Tokyo has so many facets. Today we saw the futuristic Tokyo and the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we went to the town district Roppongi. But there was not much to see, I do not even bother to upload any picture. Bof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then we went to Odaiba island. It is an artificially created island. It is a different Tokyo that we saw there. It was not crazy, loud, busy, old-fashioned, or beautiful. It was new, structured, just futuristic. The building complexes are new and many huge shopping malls offer a variety of products. The Rainbow Bridge connects central Tokyo with the island. The ride on the train alone, which is completely automatically driven (!), was an event. Looking out of the window you can see high buildings, bridges, roads flying by, taking you to another world. As if you witnessed a time travel from the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNieCipitI/AAAAAAAAL7Q/z1_tvvF801k/s1600-h/IMG_4124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNieCipitI/AAAAAAAAL7Q/z1_tvvF801k/s320/IMG_4124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And this is where we landed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNikWOnzZI/AAAAAAAAL7Y/xBq6OuOpTzg/s1600-h/IMG_4127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNikWOnzZI/AAAAAAAAL7Y/xBq6OuOpTzg/s320/IMG_4127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fabian was again succesful at doing Japanese national sport - he managed to get Puh-San out of a crane machine in "Palette Town" (a wide spread shopping complex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNiqevtkeI/AAAAAAAAL7g/3LQ1_g66nqM/s1600-h/IMG_4133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNiqevtkeI/AAAAAAAAL7g/3LQ1_g66nqM/s320/IMG_4133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The futuristic building of a TV station &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNi-FnuiFI/AAAAAAAAL7o/3GplVChSm_U/s1600-h/IMG_4136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNi-FnuiFI/AAAAAAAAL7o/3GplVChSm_U/s320/IMG_4136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nice skyline by the water &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNjDUTJkfI/AAAAAAAAL7w/A_pirw_gsJw/s1600-h/IMG_4140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNjDUTJkfI/AAAAAAAAL7w/A_pirw_gsJw/s320/IMG_4140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Miriam and Fabian relaxing in the sun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNjIufaGxI/AAAAAAAAL74/pG6RUWl_ArQ/s1600-h/IMG_4145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNjIufaGxI/AAAAAAAAL74/pG6RUWl_ArQ/s320/IMG_4145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Walking along the shore suddenly the ground changed from concrete to this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tokyo by the water:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9cNsPEG3gs&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9cNsPEG3gs&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNjVsm4CtI/AAAAAAAAL8A/N7DDxK2hM_E/s1600-h/IMG_4150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNjVsm4CtI/AAAAAAAAL8A/N7DDxK2hM_E/s320/IMG_4150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Miriam and I with the Rainbow Bridge in the background &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNjan4oxGI/AAAAAAAAL8I/zT6Jd3dhWJI/s1600-h/IMG_4157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNjan4oxGI/AAAAAAAAL8I/zT6Jd3dhWJI/s320/IMG_4157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rainbow Bridge - also very beautiful at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNjwNqdIOI/AAAAAAAAL8Y/PgSUSezXzh4/s1600-h/IMG_4175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNjwNqdIOI/AAAAAAAAL8Y/PgSUSezXzh4/s320/IMG_4175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And then suddenly there was sand under my feet. Tokyo Beach on Christmas Eve! The sun was shining the whole day, there was no cloud in the sky. It was actually warm enough to take off our coats and enjoy the sun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a 360 degree view of the beach (Fabian is little bit shy and successfully hid from the camera):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bdi_Cuc8Y0w&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bdi_Cuc8Y0w&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNpEIYsZEI/AAAAAAAAL8o/gWGWMoVPdMQ/s1600-h/IMG_4181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNpEIYsZEI/AAAAAAAAL8o/gWGWMoVPdMQ/s320/IMG_4181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A nice day ends. And we were a little bit tired when we took the subway back home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not underestimate the time it takes you to get from one town district to another! It can take hours, because you have to calculate the transfers between different subways and the ways it takes to walk from one platform to another!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When we went back home to our apartment we turned on some Christmas music, and had our German tradition of "Bescherung", exchanging gifts ^^ We thought that we would be a little bit sad, spending Christmas in a foreign country, so far away from our home and families. But as you can see Tokyo was a good means to distract our thoughts, so I was able to handle my Christmas-homesickness. And in Japan, you do not really get into Christmas mood that much, because Christmas does not have the same meaning to Japanese as for Germans. Here it is more of a commercial act and a day to spend with your girlfriend/boyfriend rather than a family day. And tomorrow everything is over anyways. And something else that I noticed: Japanese do not wait to open their Christmas presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas morning. Anything given as a present in November or December is considered a Christmas gift, but is opened immediately!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNnIijfWAI/AAAAAAAAL8g/HW9o4E0LHik/s1600-h/IMG_4183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNnIijfWAI/AAAAAAAAL8g/HW9o4E0LHik/s320/IMG_4183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love my gifts! ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ありがとう!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-9036986040775767824?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/9036986040775767824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-went-to-beach.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/9036986040775767824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/9036986040775767824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-went-to-beach.html' title='Day 6: Christmas at the beach'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzNieCipitI/AAAAAAAAL7Q/z1_tvvF801k/s72-c/IMG_4124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-1495769513698805717</id><published>2009-12-23T21:18:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:18:46.955+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>If you planned a vacation in Japan. What would be on your Must-Do-List?&lt;br /&gt;For me, my checklist was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. See Kyoto and visit the Inari Shrine (the red gates from the movie "The Geisha").&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to Tokyo. &lt;br /&gt;4. See Mount Fuji.&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy drinks from vending machines. &lt;br /&gt;6. See the Emperor of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the Emperor of Japan? Ok, I have to admit, this was not on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Emperor's birthday. In contrast to Christmas, his birthday is a national holiday. The Emperor's birthday and New Year are the only two days in the year, when the gates of the Imperial Palace are open to the public. On his birthday the Emperor comes out in front of his Imperial Palace, holds a speech, and waves to the public. So, of course, we had to go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like going to a football match. Excited crowds wandered to the Palace, holding flags in their hands. There was security everywhere, our bags were opened and checked, and our bodies were examined for dangerous weapons. Yesterday, Tobi said that he asked some of his Japanese colleagues if the Emperor's birthday was an important holiday. But they shrugged and said: "Only for old people." And really, the crowds mainly consisted of over-40s and tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH-BVTWvVI/AAAAAAAAL4Q/2nN1mniYO5Y/s1600-h/IMG_3959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH-BVTWvVI/AAAAAAAAL4Q/2nN1mniYO5Y/s320/IMG_3959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Each bag was opened and thoroughly examined. But before opening each zipper I was asked: "Is it ok to open it?". It seems very polite and I wonder what would have happened if I had said no. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH-FWeMxAI/AAAAAAAAL4Y/qCjodC3BL84/s1600-h/IMG_3962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH-FWeMxAI/AAAAAAAAL4Y/qCjodC3BL84/s320/IMG_3962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bodycheck &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH-0nUsDsI/AAAAAAAAL4w/DqpRySZVOhQ/s1600-h/IMG_3976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH-0nUsDsI/AAAAAAAAL4w/DqpRySZVOhQ/s320/IMG_3976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The gates to the Imperial Palace were open today &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH-inCZNNI/AAAAAAAAL4o/dl8o1R9DKKM/s1600-h/IMG_3974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH-inCZNNI/AAAAAAAAL4o/dl8o1R9DKKM/s320/IMG_3974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The famous Nijubashi bridge of the Imperial Palace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIAZiiI2TI/AAAAAAAAL44/WleFmSapfks/s1600-h/IMG_3984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIAZiiI2TI/AAAAAAAAL44/WleFmSapfks/s320/IMG_3984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crowds on the way to the Palace &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH66NhrCII/AAAAAAAAL3o/O8Zxo4ZkAaE/s1600-h/P1020929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH66NhrCII/AAAAAAAAL3o/O8Zxo4ZkAaE/s320/P1020929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The crowds want to see the Tenno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzICEXVxkLI/AAAAAAAAL5I/yEbkKA_wkXo/s1600-h/IMG_3993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzICEXVxkLI/AAAAAAAAL5I/yEbkKA_wkXo/s320/IMG_3993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; We wait patiently for the Tenno's appearance. He was fashionably late. I wondered if he would wear something traditional like a kimono or a business suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then he came! The crowds cheered, waved their flags and some screamed. Unfortunately you cannot really see the Tenno in this video. He is behind the flags. But you can see his daughters who were dressed in light clothes. The Tenno looked old and wore a suit. And we were so close! I had expected to see some window from the distance, but not the actua face of the Tenno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIDMdjzEdI/AAAAAAAAL5Y/XeDqMNOdGkw/s1600-h/IMG_4017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIDMdjzEdI/AAAAAAAAL5Y/XeDqMNOdGkw/s320/IMG_4017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cheering crowds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIDEFDmkGI/AAAAAAAAL5Q/HVS6WyJN4fY/s1600-h/IMG_4006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIDEFDmkGI/AAAAAAAAL5Q/HVS6WyJN4fY/s320/IMG_4006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Emperor and his family &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_eiIDLLg2g&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_eiIDLLg2g&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH7FRA_edI/AAAAAAAAL3w/ieicFZ7j0wA/s1600-h/P1020941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH7FRA_edI/AAAAAAAAL3w/ieicFZ7j0wA/s320/P1020941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the Garden of the Imperial Palace &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH7Rbe9S_I/AAAAAAAAL34/tB5lI90EFnA/s1600-h/P1020942.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH7Rbe9S_I/AAAAAAAAL34/tB5lI90EFnA/s320/P1020942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, we saw the Emperor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have to say that this event was very well-organized and civilized. There was no chaos, no pushing. It was not like at a rock concert, although there were so many people! The Emperor came out three times with a 30 minutes break in between. So when one crowd saw the Tenno, they went away and the next crowd could come in. Smartly planned. Japanese know how to structurize mass events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIDSShyRgI/AAAAAAAAL5g/cHZWS3bmcRU/s1600-h/IMG_4025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIDSShyRgI/AAAAAAAAL5g/cHZWS3bmcRU/s320/IMG_4025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After the Tenno's appearance the crowds moved to the Imperial Garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe this is also a way for Germany to keep hooligans from rebelling after soccer matches.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After waving to the Tenno we went through the Imperial East Garden, and then into the Kitanomaru Park at the Imperial Palace. The sun was shining and it was the perfect weather to just lie down and relax. It was so warm, that I could lie there in a T-Shirt. Families and tourists I closed my eyesm heard some ravens crowing, some airplane in the sky, felt a cool breeze around my nose and felt the warm sunshine on my face. It was so relaxing, I even dozed off for a second ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIEcP9QgHI/AAAAAAAAL54/bax4OH_eb_Q/s1600-h/IMG_4058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIEcP9QgHI/AAAAAAAAL54/bax4OH_eb_Q/s320/IMG_4058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After the Emperor's birthday party we went into his park and lay on the grass to relax &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIESdn0kHI/AAAAAAAAL5o/OzCaNNpMpF4/s1600-h/IMG_4050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIESdn0kHI/AAAAAAAAL5o/OzCaNNpMpF4/s320/IMG_4050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fabian and Miriam relaxing and picknicking in the sun &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH7dHD7XUI/AAAAAAAAL4A/leIVaPa0FTA/s1600-h/P1020952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH7dHD7XUI/AAAAAAAAL4A/leIVaPa0FTA/s320/P1020952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relaxing in Kitanomaru Park &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIEXEPE71I/AAAAAAAAL5w/LjQhFI8wdUs/s1600-h/IMG_4056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIEXEPE71I/AAAAAAAAL5w/LjQhFI8wdUs/s320/IMG_4056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I lay down on the grass the sky looked like this. No clouds. It was warm. The sun was shining on my face. Perfect. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We also visited a friend who we had met in our Japanese course in Bochum (before coming to Japan). Her husband is an expatriate from Stuttgart and has been working in Tokyo since the beginning of November. They have recently found an apartment in Central Tokyo, only one station from the Imperial Palace, on the 24th floor of a newly erected building. Half of their apartment consists of windows! The view is breathtaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIGA6Tz6nI/AAAAAAAAL6I/BufTrTRzEBE/s1600-h/IMG_4075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIGA6Tz6nI/AAAAAAAAL6I/BufTrTRzEBE/s320/IMG_4075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The building where an expatriate can live &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIGM3D8lAI/AAAAAAAAL6Q/sdkI_92dlII/s1600-h/IMG_4070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIGM3D8lAI/AAAAAAAAL6Q/sdkI_92dlII/s320/IMG_4070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of the many huge windows with a great view over central Tokyo &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We talked alot about the differences of life in Germany and Japan. And the many difficulties one has when moving to Japan, especially Tokyo. I think that it can be very lonely when you move to Tokyo and do not have any work yet. The city is huge and bursts of people, but you have to find some connection in order to make friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We wanted to see the sunset from the 45th floor of the Government building . An elevator brings everybody for free to the observatory floor. You can even see Mount Fuji from there when the weather is clear. But Mount Fuji is always shy and usually hides behind clouds. Like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH7w2ftxJI/AAAAAAAAL4I/m2IioetcKIw/s1600-h/P1020978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH7w2ftxJI/AAAAAAAAL4I/m2IioetcKIw/s320/P1020978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The government building in the west of Tokyo &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIHjVo6yMI/AAAAAAAAL6Y/ZGn5NGr9R_g/s1600-h/IMG_4086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIHjVo6yMI/AAAAAAAAL6Y/ZGn5NGr9R_g/s320/IMG_4086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tourists watch the sunset from the 45th floor of the Government building in Shinjuku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzII67fN5sI/AAAAAAAAL7A/2P6EtkR6Eqo/s1600-h/IMG_4076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzII67fN5sI/AAAAAAAAL7A/2P6EtkR6Eqo/s320/IMG_4076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This high building is a university! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIHqwu8NeI/AAAAAAAAL6g/qkg34O8rf5c/s1600-h/IMG_4082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIHqwu8NeI/AAAAAAAAL6g/qkg34O8rf5c/s320/IMG_4082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The wides of Tokyo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIIMMlcWWI/AAAAAAAAL6o/5k_4dh7Yu9Y/s1600-h/IMG_4097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIIMMlcWWI/AAAAAAAAL6o/5k_4dh7Yu9Y/s320/IMG_4097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tokyo by night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIITdy3ADI/AAAAAAAAL6w/FY7cxISQBbY/s1600-h/IMG_4100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIITdy3ADI/AAAAAAAAL6w/FY7cxISQBbY/s320/IMG_4100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More Tokyo by night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIIt6noaxI/AAAAAAAAL64/Sa5JHbzQ0jY/s1600-h/IMG_4102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIIt6noaxI/AAAAAAAAL64/Sa5JHbzQ0jY/s320/IMG_4102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What else can I say &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIJBNH6KWI/AAAAAAAAL7I/ANJ-nDfil8E/s1600-h/IMG_4107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzIJBNH6KWI/AAAAAAAAL7I/ANJ-nDfil8E/s320/IMG_4107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shinjuku - the district where our apartment is. The Shinjuku station is probably the busiest station in the world. Guess how many people are transported from and to Shinjuku station. An average of 500 persons per second get on and off the subway in this station! It is huge, we had have trouble finding the right exit and subways.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-1495769513698805717?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/1495769513698805717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-saw-emperor-of-japan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1495769513698805717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1495769513698805717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-saw-emperor-of-japan.html' title='Day 6: Birthday Party'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzH-BVTWvVI/AAAAAAAAL4Q/2nN1mniYO5Y/s72-c/IMG_3959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-7929587442470164247</id><published>2009-12-22T19:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:24:58.282+09:00</updated><title type='text'>JR</title><content type='html'>Riding on the train in Japan usually looks like this. (This video is from today on the JR train Yamanote line in Tokyo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YdxmFQDR32s&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YdxmFQDR32s&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are either sleeping or playing with their cell phones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-7929587442470164247?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/7929587442470164247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/jr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/7929587442470164247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/7929587442470164247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/jr.html' title='JR'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-6856308752868192278</id><published>2009-12-22T19:07:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:18:26.364+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: No adrenaline today</title><content type='html'>What can I say, today was a little bit unexciting. Especially conmpared to the last two days it was kind of boring today. First, we started the day with a Starbucks coffee at our favorite crossing in Chibuya ^^ Then we went into a huge department store called 109, which had a section for men's clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCV-Dd81jI/AAAAAAAAL1E/t5e8JgKvXN0/s1600-h/IMG_3848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCV-Dd81jI/AAAAAAAAL1E/t5e8JgKvXN0/s320/IMG_3848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is in the men's section...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCWIEUSMfI/AAAAAAAAL1U/GrMQhmgNETA/s1600-h/IMG_3850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCWIEUSMfI/AAAAAAAAL1U/GrMQhmgNETA/s320/IMG_3850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Men are supposed to look like this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Ginza . Ginza is supposed to be a nobler district with a business section. It is modern and westernized. You find huge deparment stores (like Mitsukoshi) there, and also galleries and small artscraft shops. If you have money, this is probably a nice place to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCWN7DJbdI/AAAAAAAAL1c/fFMj4sNxr_A/s1600-h/IMG_3865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCWN7DJbdI/AAAAAAAAL1c/fFMj4sNxr_A/s320/IMG_3865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Kabuki theater in Ginza - it is the biggest Kabuki theater in Tokyo. It has a traditional Japanese architecture mixed with western materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCWDT7t9UI/AAAAAAAAL1M/dkahf09-hJ4/s1600-h/IMG_3858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCWDT7t9UI/AAAAAAAAL1M/dkahf09-hJ4/s320/IMG_3858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kabuki Theater&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCWTWXF32I/AAAAAAAAL1k/I1nG6Jw-Uzg/s1600-h/IMG_3863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCWTWXF32I/AAAAAAAAL1k/I1nG6Jw-Uzg/s320/IMG_3863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Traditionally, all roles, female and male, are performed by male actors. So this is how a Kabuki woman looks like. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCWegF7UYI/AAAAAAAAL1s/gG9PtzdTZ3g/s1600-h/IMG_3880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCWegF7UYI/AAAAAAAAL1s/gG9PtzdTZ3g/s320/IMG_3880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Business district&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCWsO6xa5I/AAAAAAAAL10/f7XqDpiSdBg/s1600-h/IMG_3885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCWsO6xa5I/AAAAAAAAL10/f7XqDpiSdBg/s320/IMG_3885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Business district&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCWzr8-VcI/AAAAAAAAL18/LtDen2ZmxZ0/s1600-h/IMG_3899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCWzr8-VcI/AAAAAAAAL18/LtDen2ZmxZ0/s320/IMG_3899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We discovered a German restaurant - beer, Brezel, Wurst, and FC Bayern&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCXA09SFYI/AAAAAAAAL2E/WPSmWjarC0w/s1600-h/IMG_3909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCXA09SFYI/AAAAAAAAL2E/WPSmWjarC0w/s320/IMG_3909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tokyo International Forum - interesting architecture. It was completed in 1996 and is supposed to be one of the most beautiful and impressive buildings in Tokyo. The building made of glass is 60 metres high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCXIkb_hDI/AAAAAAAAL2M/_v4p4tUso8U/s1600-h/IMG_3906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCXIkb_hDI/AAAAAAAAL2M/_v4p4tUso8U/s320/IMG_3906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tokyo International Forum - there are many restaurants and shops downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCXSVY-n_I/AAAAAAAAL2U/ZCBSNt3oVEs/s1600-h/IMG_3913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCXSVY-n_I/AAAAAAAAL2U/ZCBSNt3oVEs/s320/IMG_3913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tokyo International Forum - much steel and glass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ginza we went to Ueno Park. But there was nothing exciting to see either. Just some dried plants. Actually many temples and museums are located in Ueno Park. But we did not go there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCXdG-mm-I/AAAAAAAAL2c/dm67u3J9gWM/s1600-h/IMG_3928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCXdG-mm-I/AAAAAAAAL2c/dm67u3J9gWM/s320/IMG_3928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ueno Park - nature and city. Nature not at its best today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to the Ueno Park is Ameyoko Arcade. It is one of the biggest markets in Asia. It started as a black-market after WWII, but now everything is legal and has become a lively shopping area. It was packed there! It was hard to fight your way through the crowds and sometimes the sheer amount of people around me really annoyed me. You can find many bargains there. Food, bags, clothes, everything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCXjemPi0I/AAAAAAAAL2k/i5-BPpL44qw/s1600-h/IMG_3935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCXjemPi0I/AAAAAAAAL2k/i5-BPpL44qw/s320/IMG_3935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ameyoko Arcade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCXpamlS7I/AAAAAAAAL2s/dk68MKQ0kN0/s1600-h/IMG_3937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCXpamlS7I/AAAAAAAAL2s/dk68MKQ0kN0/s320/IMG_3937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ameyoko Arcade is very loud, lively, full of people, nerve-racking. Shop screamers attract the cusomers' attention. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCXxQcmhRI/AAAAAAAAL20/FYop6qXBk5c/s1600-h/IMG_3938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCXxQcmhRI/AAAAAAAAL20/FYop6qXBk5c/s320/IMG_3938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bargaining at Ameyoko Arcade &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCX2V8CQKI/AAAAAAAAL28/qa9hBcr9cLs/s1600-h/IMG_3945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCX2V8CQKI/AAAAAAAAL28/qa9hBcr9cLs/s320/IMG_3945.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;We took some side street and it was filled with establishments like this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the evening we meet Tobi again. As we live in a Korean neighbourhood, we went into a Korean restaurant. I had the feeling that they were not exactly happy, that foreigners came into their restaurant. We do not speak Japanese, behave awkwardly, and are simply exhausting. Sometimes in Tokyo I have the feeling that people are fed up with foreigners. It was in Tokyo, that for the first time, someone was impolite to me. I approached a passing Japanese business man, because I wanted to ask for the way, saying "Excuse me please". But he shot an unfriendly look at me, turned his face away just went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner we went through Shinjuku. It looks very impressive at night, when the crazy lights are on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzHpfFXYy5I/AAAAAAAAL3g/21D6c-1DIAI/s1600-h/Photo-0171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzHpfFXYy5I/AAAAAAAAL3g/21D6c-1DIAI/s320/Photo-0171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I do not have to say much about my day today, I will recite some dialogues from the last days. Dialogue Participants are A,B, and C. (Actually, after writing the dialogues down and reading them, they do not seem so funny like they were in that moment. It is the same with my photos. They never seem to be able to capture the real beauty that I see. Grr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and B get off the subway. They are on the way to the fishmarket.&lt;br /&gt;A: It smells like fish!&lt;br /&gt;B: We are on the way to the fishmarket, what did you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, B, and C walk through the park. They watch some cute children running around.&lt;br /&gt;A (wearily): When I have a child, it will probably look ugly.&lt;br /&gt;B: No, no. Your child will be really cute.&lt;br /&gt;C to A: When your child grows up, I will tell him: 'Your mother once said that you would look like crap.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, B, and C look at a nice big tree with a huge treetop.&lt;br /&gt;A: The tree reminds me of Germany.&lt;br /&gt;B: Me too. The trees in Japan are usually so slim and small.&lt;br /&gt;A: Like the men in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;C: Even the trees in Japan are fags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-6856308752868192278?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/6856308752868192278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-adrenaline-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/6856308752868192278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/6856308752868192278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-adrenaline-today.html' title='Day 5: No adrenaline today'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SzCV-Dd81jI/AAAAAAAAL1E/t5e8JgKvXN0/s72-c/IMG_3848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-9055038432272791253</id><published>2009-12-21T20:54:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:18:06.189+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Where did my ice cream go?</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a day! I saw a whole new world today, only 55 minutes from Tokyo away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already our morning started well. we woke up and again the sky was blue, no cloud in the sky, the sun was shining into our light apartment... We are so lucky! :) I wonder if the weather is always like this in Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kamakura. It is an hour away by train. There are two major sights, which were recommended in our guide: &lt;br /&gt;1. Daibutsu: the most popular sight in Kamakura. A huge Buddha statue.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hase-Dera: One of the most famous temples in this region. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first sight was a disappointment. I had imagined the statue to be at least twice as big. But like this - it was not impressive at all. Just a slightly bigger statue, which was not even amazingly pretty. &lt;br /&gt;The second sight we did not even bother to go into. Temples... we already saw so many, we are full of temples and shrines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9aOuGpFQI/AAAAAAAALxM/c5SP341MHpQ/s1600-h/IMG_3743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9aOuGpFQI/AAAAAAAALxM/c5SP341MHpQ/s320/IMG_3743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daibutsu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9aYbJ0iPI/AAAAAAAALxU/XyfCLNfaIUI/s1600-h/IMG_3745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9aYbJ0iPI/AAAAAAAALxU/XyfCLNfaIUI/s320/IMG_3745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hase-dera&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had seen our two sights. But at the tourist information center in Kamakura station had recommended us to go to the Enoshima island. We were not so sure about this, because our travel guides and brochures never mentioned this island. But as the two sight sucked we went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already on the train ride to the island, Miriam suddenly shouted through the train: "AAh! There's Fuji!" Haha, the Japanese on the train, who usually rarely talk or make noise on public transportation, jumped in their seats ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WOW! It was amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9adPpINzI/AAAAAAAALxc/krjT5SPx4QM/s1600-h/IMG_3750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9adPpINzI/AAAAAAAALxc/krjT5SPx4QM/s320/IMG_3750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sight from the train - the ocean. Not so far from Tokyo! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9ah4n9WBI/AAAAAAAALxk/OvezBcjGEyA/s1600-h/IMG_3752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9ah4n9WBI/AAAAAAAALxk/OvezBcjGEyA/s320/IMG_3752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christmas decoration at the train station - kawaii &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9a54jJDSI/AAAAAAAALxs/p_pVzVG1RSk/s1600-h/IMG_3756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9a54jJDSI/AAAAAAAALxs/p_pVzVG1RSk/s320/IMG_3756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mount Fuji! A big cloud is hovering over its peak &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9cbPEE2iI/AAAAAAAALx0/vAxvxl5qVBQ/s1600-h/IMG_3765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9cbPEE2iI/AAAAAAAALx0/vAxvxl5qVBQ/s320/IMG_3765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fugu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9cgYAQU0I/AAAAAAAALx8/KT5uPbEw3sE/s1600-h/IMG_3778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9cgYAQU0I/AAAAAAAALx8/KT5uPbEw3sE/s320/IMG_3778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;View from Enoshima Island &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9cnB4HwlI/AAAAAAAALyE/wWXhlFZlPis/s1600-h/IMG_3777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9cnB4HwlI/AAAAAAAALyE/wWXhlFZlPis/s320/IMG_3777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;View from Enoshima Island&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9cxqiMONI/AAAAAAAALyM/yOO6OPlGAFo/s1600-h/IMG_3782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9cxqiMONI/AAAAAAAALyM/yOO6OPlGAFo/s320/IMG_3782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;View on Mount Fuji from the Observation Tower on Enoshima Island &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9dfxyP0bI/AAAAAAAALyU/c-p0DIWwi4I/s1600-h/IMG_3785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9dfxyP0bI/AAAAAAAALyU/c-p0DIWwi4I/s320/IMG_3785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;View from the Overvation Tower on Enoshima Island&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9d8Se8ZMI/AAAAAAAALyc/4g-imFTE4xU/s1600-h/IMG_3792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9d8Se8ZMI/AAAAAAAALyc/4g-imFTE4xU/s320/IMG_3792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Outside on the Observation Tower on Enoshima Island: a fresh breeze and a breathtaking sight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9eBWXoCKI/AAAAAAAALyk/vztyXN6UGZ8/s1600-h/IMG_3794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9eBWXoCKI/AAAAAAAALyk/vztyXN6UGZ8/s320/IMG_3794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The wide ocean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9eFucxnNI/AAAAAAAALys/u54YasUE1D8/s1600-h/IMG_3793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9eFucxnNI/AAAAAAAALys/u54YasUE1D8/s320/IMG_3793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clear blue weather&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9eKFFSqHI/AAAAAAAALy0/iVy4HvzOaVs/s1600-h/IMG_3798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9eKFFSqHI/AAAAAAAALy0/iVy4HvzOaVs/s320/IMG_3798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The clouds seem to be drawn to Mount Fuji&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9epOexSVI/AAAAAAAALzE/HS3b1EXsy-I/s1600-h/IMG_3803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9epOexSVI/AAAAAAAALzE/HS3b1EXsy-I/s320/IMG_3803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the way back to the train station - Looking back on Enoshima Island. Reminds me of Monkey Island somehow. Or Pirates of the Carribean.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9fFEIEfJI/AAAAAAAALzM/-1rWNQf81Lw/s1600-h/IMG_3809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9fFEIEfJI/AAAAAAAALzM/-1rWNQf81Lw/s320/IMG_3809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mount Fuji on the right at sunset &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9ft3vt0UI/AAAAAAAALzk/h0t7DS1M3yE/s1600-h/IMG_3815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9ft3vt0UI/AAAAAAAALzk/h0t7DS1M3yE/s320/IMG_3815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mount Fuji on the right at sunset again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon we went back. We came by a nice-looking café. As Miriam waited for a customized souvenir in a shop, Fabian and I decided to go into the café. We were cold and our feet were tired. A hot chocolate was what we needed. The café looks European, very nicely decorated, noble and cozy. When we sat down and got the menu, we were shocked when we saw the prices. 735 Yen for one hot chocolate? And nothing else was cheaper. We decided to go outside, but too late - the waitress had already set two glasses of water in front of us. Dang it. We were getting depressed at the thought that we could get two tall Starbucks instead of one small cup in this café. But when we tasted it - it was the best hot chocolate I drank in my life! It was made of real melted chocolate and milk. Wow. I guess it was worth it. I had the most expensive and the yummiest hot chocolate in Japan. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9gdfexJfI/AAAAAAAALz8/gNLQWTRP1V4/s1600-h/IMG_3825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9gdfexJfI/AAAAAAAALz8/gNLQWTRP1V4/s320/IMG_3825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A really pretty café &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9hNXTTJWI/AAAAAAAAL0c/hQz31qrThPc/s1600-h/IMG_3819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9hNXTTJWI/AAAAAAAAL0c/hQz31qrThPc/s320/IMG_3819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beautiful porcelain - from England, Italy, ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I grow up I want to have beautiful dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9gWMws62I/AAAAAAAALz0/2ZPfIXA-5_I/s1600-h/IMG_3823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9gWMws62I/AAAAAAAALz0/2ZPfIXA-5_I/s320/IMG_3823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If we had read the Kanji, we would have known the prices before sitting down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9gkW22OpI/AAAAAAAAL0E/ht2y0DJlfgM/s1600-h/IMG_3833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9gkW22OpI/AAAAAAAAL0E/ht2y0DJlfgM/s320/IMG_3833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Extremely good hot chocolate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9grUr329I/AAAAAAAAL0M/PqmkaEDX4LA/s1600-h/IMG_3834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9grUr329I/AAAAAAAAL0M/PqmkaEDX4LA/s320/IMG_3834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We can be happy after all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9gwFdOrBI/AAAAAAAAL0U/BlBqcgwzso0/s1600-h/IMG_3839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9gwFdOrBI/AAAAAAAAL0U/BlBqcgwzso0/s320/IMG_3839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A dessert after dessert: Mount Fuji at sunset&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least: my tragic little story. First let me say: Tokyo bursts of konbinis! You cannot go 200 metres without passing by a konbini. But in Kamakura - konbini desert! I needed to buy food to go, but nowhere any 7-Eleven, Lawson, Family Mart, Everyone to be seen! I even got angry! But then: shortly before arriving on the Enoshima Island I saw a Lawson. Finally. I was so happy, I also bought an ice cream. Yummy! :) I enjoyed my ice cream light-heartedly, enjoying the sunshine. Suddenly something black rapidly flew by my arm, and I felt a scratch on my hand. Ouch! And one second later I realized, my ice cream was gone! A hawk had attacked me from behind and had stolen my ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, 100 metres later, still recovering from the shock, we came by this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy986my_tjI/AAAAAAAAL0k/XHtZRGgLZuM/s1600-h/insel2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy986my_tjI/AAAAAAAAL0k/XHtZRGgLZuM/s320/insel2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too late.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy99S_PScuI/AAAAAAAAL0s/1pQJlRHWpwc/s1600-h/insel3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy99S_PScuI/AAAAAAAAL0s/1pQJlRHWpwc/s320/insel3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Only a tiny scratch. The psychological wound was much deeper. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, something else I forgot. I sat on the train from Tokyo to Kamakura. And then I saw Tuani:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9ZoFP6tWI/AAAAAAAALxE/REpc3Ba43Pc/s1600-h/IMG_3740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9ZoFP6tWI/AAAAAAAALxE/REpc3Ba43Pc/s320/IMG_3740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still one last thought: Miriam and I get depressed at the thought that we run around like tourists, shabby travel clothes, totally underdressed in Tokyo. Tokyo! Where fashion is at its boiling point! After our successful shopping trip in Shibuya we tried to imitate Japanese fashion. Boots, skinny jeans/tights and big sweater. But actually we still look so German. Haha, but we were still happy, that we did not look like travel crap today ^^ I hope we are on the right track, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9ZHZgmRdI/AAAAAAAALw8/zm6slGBqqlA/s1600-h/IMG_3732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9ZHZgmRdI/AAAAAAAALw8/zm6slGBqqlA/s320/IMG_3732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-9055038432272791253?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/9055038432272791253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-did-my-ice-cream-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/9055038432272791253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/9055038432272791253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-did-my-ice-cream-go.html' title='Day 4: Where did my ice cream go?'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy9aOuGpFQI/AAAAAAAALxM/c5SP341MHpQ/s72-c/IMG_3743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-1050858346053224817</id><published>2009-12-20T22:16:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:17:44.738+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: I love Tokyo!</title><content type='html'>Today was great! I had so much fun! I fell in love with this city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Shibuya today. You might think that this district only consists of people around 20, who are good looking and stylish to death. One of the most impressive moments today was the famous Shibuya crossing. It is like the whole population of Tokyo came to Shibuya to this crossing. It is packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4YqRDnlqI/AAAAAAAALu0/Vzq6SzFTNZQ/s1600-h/IMG_3698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4YqRDnlqI/AAAAAAAALu0/Vzq6SzFTNZQ/s320/IMG_3698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The famous Shibuya Crossing (the sight from Starbucks)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4aCw32hbI/AAAAAAAALu8/H-8fmxPJiW8/s1600-h/shibuya1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4aCw32hbI/AAAAAAAALu8/H-8fmxPJiW8/s320/shibuya1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The famous Shibuya Crossing (the sight from the Shibuya train station)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4aFzEGNzI/AAAAAAAALvE/1qfz8v-plv4/s1600-h/shibuya2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4aFzEGNzI/AAAAAAAALvE/1qfz8v-plv4/s320/shibuya2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The famous Shibuya Crossing (the sight from in front of the Shibuya train station)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4aWpswgRI/AAAAAAAALvM/Gtl8a2Jg94o/s1600-h/IMG_3696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4aWpswgRI/AAAAAAAALvM/Gtl8a2Jg94o/s320/IMG_3696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of my most exciting lunches in my life:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sitting up in Starbucks, secretly eating a Avocado subway (there is no such thing in Germany!!), drinking Starbucks Café Latte, and watching the crowds crossing Shibuya Crossing ^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could sit here all day...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4acUmnLpI/AAAAAAAALvU/PaEZfkjg7hA/s1600-h/IMG_3688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4acUmnLpI/AAAAAAAALvU/PaEZfkjg7hA/s320/IMG_3688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At Shibuya train station there is the statue of Hachi-Ko.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The famous story is now even made Hollywood material:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the 1920s a professor had a dog who waited for him every day at the station when he came from work. Even after the professor died the dog kept coming to the station waiting for his master. It came every day for 11 years until it died. The Lonely Planet says that locals recognized this and erected this statue to honor the dog's loyalty. I wonder if the story is true. It sounds very sad. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4ahUbxoNI/AAAAAAAALvc/BVJ_ZLquBK4/s1600-h/IMG_3690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4ahUbxoNI/AAAAAAAALvc/BVJ_ZLquBK4/s320/IMG_3690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We went to the Shibuya 109, a huge department store with clothes, accessories,... It is favored by teenage girls. It is crazy, there is so much stuff!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4dp_srqnI/AAAAAAAALv8/a85PVRv_Iz8/s1600-h/IMG_3694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4dp_srqnI/AAAAAAAALv8/a85PVRv_Iz8/s320/IMG_3694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We went to H&amp;amp;M. Many clothes were sold for only 1000 Yen (ca. 7-8 Euro)!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I did not know that Japanese like H&amp;amp;M. I always thought it was too basic for them. But at these prices in Germany H&amp;amp;M would be hell, women fighting each other for clothes. But here it was pretty calm!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I went to Uniqlo later, where they also had sales, and there it was packed! Japanese stop to be polite in trains, subways, and in Uniqlo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4gBUVz-jI/AAAAAAAALwE/M81OW6NT5Uo/s1600-h/freak5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4gBUVz-jI/AAAAAAAALwE/M81OW6NT5Uo/s320/freak5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We went to Yoyogi Park because we heard that it is full of freaks. There was music playing everywhere, people running around in weird costumes. It is really a freak show.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4awYBm0KI/AAAAAAAALv0/ld12cGxpPMA/s1600-h/IMG_3707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4awYBm0KI/AAAAAAAALv0/ld12cGxpPMA/s320/IMG_3707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In front of Yoyogi Park - people giving away free hugs. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4gc_vgLGI/AAAAAAAALwM/BzrMAHHpuF0/s1600-h/freak3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4gc_vgLGI/AAAAAAAALwM/BzrMAHHpuF0/s320/freak3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More freaks. I read that many are bullied at school and the weekend at Yoyogi Park is a possibility for them to meet expres themselves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4aq2GsD_I/AAAAAAAALvs/Vvpr2CuKhys/s1600-h/IMG_3704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4aq2GsD_I/AAAAAAAALvs/Vvpr2CuKhys/s320/IMG_3704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Takeshita-Dori in Shibuya - it is packed!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The masses reminded me of Kyoto. Only that most of the people were teenage girls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This street is full of boutiques, stores selling colorful stuff, shoes, accessories, socks,... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4hLGfkdzI/AAAAAAAALwU/elK_Sito3_M/s1600-h/IMG_3714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4hLGfkdzI/AAAAAAAALwU/elK_Sito3_M/s320/IMG_3714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We went to a really cool okonomiyaki (Japanese pizza) place. It was hidden in an art gallery. The place was really cozy and each room has been painted by a different artists. This is the building of the gallery.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4hSo-1oqI/AAAAAAAALwc/Jxtk21WLQm0/s1600-h/IMG_3716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4hSo-1oqI/AAAAAAAALwc/Jxtk21WLQm0/s320/IMG_3716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A really interesting place - and in here there is an okonomiyaki restaurant?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4hfZwTKaI/AAAAAAAALws/SZVkUVBVkcM/s1600-h/IMG_3722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4hfZwTKaI/AAAAAAAALws/SZVkUVBVkcM/s320/IMG_3722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Miriam and Fabian making okonomiyaki and soba meshi (fried noodles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4hYiaElgI/AAAAAAAALwk/FsqpDZ-lpUo/s1600-h/IMG_3721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4hYiaElgI/AAAAAAAALwk/FsqpDZ-lpUo/s320/IMG_3721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;My first self-made okonomiyaki - yummy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4hl3rWeyI/AAAAAAAALw0/IgXHyKbkz4w/s1600-h/IMG_3727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4hl3rWeyI/AAAAAAAALw0/IgXHyKbkz4w/s320/IMG_3727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After dinner we checked out the rest of the gallery - a really cool place!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was also really relaxed. We have so much time here in Tokyo and do not have to rush from one sight to another. Also, when we come back from out daytrips, we come home to a cozy apartment, where we can drink tea, use our computers, relax. It feels so much more home and nice in Tokyo staying at our friend's apartment ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shibuya is a really lively and young spot. It is a shopping paradise, a cool place to watch people and their crazy or stylish fashion, a good place to find many affordable restaurants,... I love Shibuya!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the weather is also perfect. The sky is blue, and it is not extremely cold (like in Germany).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, we start to understand the subway system a little bit better. We also bought a Passnet card, which you can use to enter any station without having to buy a new ticket each time, thus saving much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked around today we thought that the city looks very nice. Maybe the weather played an important role. But the atmosphere, the look of the whole city and its streets in Shibuya are very enjoyable. The liveliness was sometimes overpowering, but next to bustling streets you can suddenly find yourself in a quiet and almost deserted street. We could find a nice balance in this part of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least.&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to see Shibuya Crossing in action?&lt;br /&gt;It is like watching a fish aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UfGzQo-Mgtw&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UfGzQo-Mgtw&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-1050858346053224817?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/1050858346053224817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1050858346053224817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1050858346053224817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-tokyo.html' title='Day 3: I love Tokyo!'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Sy4YqRDnlqI/AAAAAAAALu0/Vzq6SzFTNZQ/s72-c/IMG_3698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-1654940817205385215</id><published>2009-12-19T20:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:57:38.638+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man. I just realized something. I am sitting in Tokyo, it is Saturday night, and I am sitting here writing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, to our defence, we did not get much sleep last night! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-1654940817205385215?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/1654940817205385215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-man.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1654940817205385215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1654940817205385215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-2791051175783665581</id><published>2009-12-19T20:53:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:16:54.908+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Tokyo</title><content type='html'>Today we went to the Asakusabashi district, a place for artscraft shopping, and then to the Akiba district, the centre for electric appliances and a manga mecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzB-IeF87I/AAAAAAAALtU/TZ515adshR0/s1600-h/IMG_3646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzB-IeF87I/AAAAAAAALtU/TZ515adshR0/s320/IMG_3646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A shrine in the middle of Tokyo &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzCDwrh8zI/AAAAAAAALtc/c2ZaAo5zSYM/s1600-h/IMG_3648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzCDwrh8zI/AAAAAAAALtc/c2ZaAo5zSYM/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the way between Asakusabashi and Akiba. We had very nice weather today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asakusabashi was pretty unexciting, but we found some nice shops where you could buy material for making jewelries, decorating, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzCJ9e0b-I/AAAAAAAALtk/JgPW-bOrunw/s1600-h/IMG_3653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzCJ9e0b-I/AAAAAAAALtk/JgPW-bOrunw/s320/IMG_3653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boats in front of high buildings &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzCPyGev9I/AAAAAAAALts/hylbqQfBkZc/s1600-h/IMG_3659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzCPyGev9I/AAAAAAAALts/hylbqQfBkZc/s320/IMG_3659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How dolls are made&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Askiba is a funny combination of electronics and manga. Many shops were offering their electric appliances by hanging manga posters in front of their shops. Many girls on the streets who were distributing brochures, were dressed like manga figures. Cosplay is the Japanese way of wearing costumes - not only on motto parties, but on the streets. It is like meeting manga figures come alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzDLeIWcaI/AAAAAAAALt0/2oeQMW2hNas/s1600-h/IMG_3664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzDLeIWcaI/AAAAAAAALt0/2oeQMW2hNas/s320/IMG_3664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please sit down.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzDSAv_4SI/AAAAAAAALt8/GR29p9v6_a8/s1600-h/IMG_3665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzDSAv_4SI/AAAAAAAALt8/GR29p9v6_a8/s320/IMG_3665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fish will eat you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzDuzRz0GI/AAAAAAAALuM/256TK9kEOPI/s1600-h/IMG_3667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzDuzRz0GI/AAAAAAAALuM/256TK9kEOPI/s320/IMG_3667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Weird stuff in Akiba &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzDiATrsbI/AAAAAAAALuE/W21P77lsQD0/s1600-h/IMG_3671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzDiATrsbI/AAAAAAAALuE/W21P77lsQD0/s320/IMG_3671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Cosplay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzETAGJOEI/AAAAAAAALuU/oBUj2Vxgv88/s1600-h/IMG_3676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzElnXEXII/AAAAAAAALuc/3trYWZLr6YE/s1600-h/IMG_3670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzElnXEXII/AAAAAAAALuc/3trYWZLr6YE/s320/IMG_3670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Costumes for cosplay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzFDx6UEVI/AAAAAAAALus/2n-4lLpvjJk/s1600-h/IMG_3666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzFDx6UEVI/AAAAAAAALus/2n-4lLpvjJk/s320/IMG_3666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They really exist!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really relaxed day, which is a good compensation to this busy and packed city. Some places are so packed with people that you just cannot make your way through the crowds without. We spent our day walking around, taking time to go into some shops, drink some coffee, look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Syy-gy1lw2I/AAAAAAAALsk/IFbF_YxQq3s/s1600-h/Photo-0139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Syy-gy1lw2I/AAAAAAAALsk/IFbF_YxQq3s/s320/Photo-0139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Akiba by night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-2791051175783665581?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/2791051175783665581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/second-day-in-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/2791051175783665581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/2791051175783665581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/second-day-in-tokyo.html' title='Day 2: Tokyo'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzB-IeF87I/AAAAAAAALtU/TZ515adshR0/s72-c/IMG_3646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-4739217410670426191</id><published>2009-12-19T20:40:00.015+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:16:17.899+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: My first day in Tokyo</title><content type='html'>Directly after class we went to Fukuoka Airport by bus. It was snowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzAgtMk0fI/AAAAAAAALs8/jIlGfvOHttg/s1600-h/IMG_3638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzAgtMk0fI/AAAAAAAALs8/jIlGfvOHttg/s320/IMG_3638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the bus to Fukuoka &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is why the bus was an hour late, but we still made it on the airplane without problems. On the plane you could easily tell us apart from the other guests. Not only because my co-travellers have a Eurpean face, but also because we were surrounded by black-wearing business men. Maybe amongst them there were many so-called business bachelors, men who live apart from their families (for the sake of their companies' success) and only see them on the weekends or only once per month. &lt;br /&gt;The travel was pretty exhausting. Why is travelling always so exhausting, although one only sits all the time? Sitting on the bus, at the airport, on the plane, on the trains and subways, ... We were welcomed by a German friend, who we had met in the Japanese course back in Bochum. Laura was so nice to offer us to stay at her apartment while we were in Tokyo, because she would leave for Germany over the Christmas holidays. We had thankfully accepted her offer and were really looking forward to seeing her apartment. Her studies are related to architecturing rooms, so we wanted to know what she had made out of her Tokyo apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzBE14fTnI/AAAAAAAALtM/79HHdpmCbik/s1600-h/IMG_3641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzBE14fTnI/AAAAAAAALtM/79HHdpmCbik/s320/IMG_3641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We had to change subways at Shibuya. So many people! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first challenge was to get from the Haneda airport to the izakaya at Shimo-Kitazawa. There are many different companies in Tokyo operating subways. So every time you want to get from one station to another you have to change companies if the line does not go there directly. When you change a subway you have to buy a new ticket. It was so confusing because we had to change subways 4 times, changing between 4 different companies in order to get from one station to another!&lt;br /&gt;Laura took us to a really cozy izakaya. Wood everywhere, everyone sitting on the floor, dim lighting, great atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzA90Vh0bI/AAAAAAAALtE/FboVbmNX6fk/s1600-h/IMG_3643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzA90Vh0bI/AAAAAAAALtE/FboVbmNX6fk/s320/IMG_3643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Izakaya&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also met Tobi on that evening, another German guy that we had met in Bochum. It was really exciting to see people from back home in Germany again - in Tokyo! Tobi told us about his life as an employee in a Japanese company. His working hours are really long. His Japanese colleagues never take days off for holidays. The only reason for taking one of the holidays, which every employee gets, is when being sick! So you don't take a sick leave, but you have to deduct it from your holidays! An nimaginable thing in German companies! So he basically gets not much sleep during the week and has to compensate his lack of sleep on the weekends. Out teacher called Japanese employees "working bees", but I would rather call them "working beasts". (In class my friend Miriam correctly misunderstood "bees" for "beasts" ^^ Thank you for the pun!) &lt;br /&gt;All in all, it seems that we students from Paderborn have the most free time out of the people that we know who have come from Germany to Japan. I am glad, because we get many chances to experience the culture, see the country, spend time with Japanese and students from other countries, think about what we see,... It is much more worth than being confined in your room, studying all the time or writing papers, even if the topics are related to Japan. &lt;br /&gt;We got to see Tokyo at night a little bit, and so far I can say: there are many people! And also many people who are dressed weird. Lolitas, gothics, extreme hair colors and extensions (men!),...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting in Laura's apartment right now. I am writing my blog from Tokyo! How cool is that? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-4739217410670426191?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/4739217410670426191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-day-in-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/4739217410670426191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/4739217410670426191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-day-in-tokyo.html' title='Day 1: My first day in Tokyo'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyzAgtMk0fI/AAAAAAAALs8/jIlGfvOHttg/s72-c/IMG_3638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-1480800990778743820</id><published>2009-12-18T00:26:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:28:28.972+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Big winter vacation</title><content type='html'>The next two weeks you probably will not hear much from me, because I am going on a big journey from tomorrow! Fabian, Miriam, and I will go to Tokyo for one week, then we will travel down to Oita within another one week. After Tokyo we will go to Nagoya, Nara, Osaka, Kobe, Kyoto (probably only for sleeping), and Hiroshima. On New Year's Eve we plan to be back in the Kaikan in order to celebrate with the other Kaikan people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One quick word to Christmas: I asked some Japanese how they celebrate Christmas. As this country is not mainly Catholic I suppose Christmas does not have any religious meaning. Christmas has found its way pretty early into Japanese culture. My academic advisor, who is in his late fourties or early fifties told me that he celebrated Christmas when he was a kid. He told me that it was also due to the Americans after the war who established the custom of celebrating Christmas in Japan. Christmas is more of a commercial event here I'd say. It is not a national holiday, everyone goes to work. And Christmas is only on December 24th. The 25th and 26th are not considered Christmas anymore. So although in the city there is Christmas decoration everywhere and Christmas music playing in every department store, there is nothing behind it really. People are encouraged to buy presents, consume and do some good for the economy, but it does not have any special meaning for Japanese families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the Japanese students who I asked do not do anything special with their family except eating cake. Often they do not even exchange gifts with their family members. Giving presents on Christmas is more common for Japanese parents with little kids. Students rather give some gifts to their friends. Actually, Christmas seems to be a huge day for romantic dates! If you have a boyfriend or girlfriend you should spend the evening with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also asked some Japanese how a Christmas dinner in Japan looks like. But there does not seem to have evolved a certain custom except for eating cake on that day. So no big roast or any other special dish on that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But New Year's Eve seems to be the more important day in Japan. I will tell about it later when I have found out more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-1480800990778743820?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/1480800990778743820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-winter-vacation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1480800990778743820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1480800990778743820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-winter-vacation.html' title='Big winter vacation'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-6682092414959723321</id><published>2009-12-17T09:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:02:44.454+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tofu Scrambles</title><content type='html'>I found another good recipe in my Japanese cooking books. It is easy to make, filling, and yummy. I find that the Japanese cuisine does not use many harsh spices. It rather enhances the flavors of the ingredients themselves. Korean cuisine for example is very spicy. For example Kimchi is very spicy and also the Korean food at the University festival was very spicy. Koreans have many sauces and spices, which I do not even know the name of. Vietnamese cuisine uses many fresh herbs, all of which have a strong and distinctive delicious flavor: coriander, thai basil, ngo gai, tia to, peppermint,... Italian cuisine also makes use of many herbs: basil, oregano, thyme, rosmarin, etc. But Japanese food often is not spicy.&lt;br /&gt;In this recipe for tofu scrambles for example, the only spices that change the flavor of the ingredients are ginger, schichimi pepper, chives (which are very mild) and Kaiware radish sprouts. Yet, this dish is quite delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTyo3hK4sI/AAAAAAAALsU/xVklohnG7b8/s1600-h/IMG_3210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTyo3hK4sI/AAAAAAAALsU/xVklohnG7b8/s320/IMG_3210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Main ingredients are: tofu (wrapped in a dish cloth, put weight on it and let stand for 10 minutes), shitake, bell pepper, chives, ginger (fresh is best). The ginger and vegetables are fried in a pan, then the tofu is added. Soy sauce, schichmi pepper, chives, Kaiware radish sprouts give the dish its special flavor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTyW6pm6eI/AAAAAAAALr0/SsQ8tK0shFE/s1600-h/IMG_3214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTyW6pm6eI/AAAAAAAALr0/SsQ8tK0shFE/s320/IMG_3214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kaiware radish sprouts: look like "Kresse", but they taste a little bit bitter and spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTyah4yhyI/AAAAAAAALr8/hqSO79NwmU4/s1600-h/IMG_3215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTyah4yhyI/AAAAAAAALr8/hqSO79NwmU4/s320/IMG_3215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shichmi pepper: red pepper with 6 other ingredients. Schichi means 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTyeiiW4VI/AAAAAAAALsE/OEnOZfiHIE0/s1600-h/IMG_3218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTyeiiW4VI/AAAAAAAALsE/OEnOZfiHIE0/s320/IMG_3218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here it is, mjam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTys6HBqyI/AAAAAAAALsc/uuKRGkgq5Xg/s1600-h/IMG_3219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTys6HBqyI/AAAAAAAALsc/uuKRGkgq5Xg/s320/IMG_3219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voilà &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-6682092414959723321?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/6682092414959723321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/tofu-scrambles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/6682092414959723321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/6682092414959723321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/tofu-scrambles.html' title='Tofu Scrambles'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTyo3hK4sI/AAAAAAAALsU/xVklohnG7b8/s72-c/IMG_3210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-4948486446907400901</id><published>2009-12-14T14:41:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:43:58.054+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterfall</title><content type='html'>I went with Marius (also Paderborn student), his wife Ludmila, and Gerard (Netherlands) to Beppu to walk to an impressive waterfall, which Marius had found some weeks ago. It is called Otobarunotaki. It was supposed to be not so easy to find, hidden in some forest in the mountains. We went up the mountain and the view was very nice. I had a lot of fun this day - walking with this group of people was very nice, we talked all way long, the weather was warm and sunny, and the way was not steep or exhausting. I liked it so much, that actually one week later I went again ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTsF7-tNQI/AAAAAAAALqs/pGKk7EdLISo/s1600-h/IMG_3111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTsF7-tNQI/AAAAAAAALqs/pGKk7EdLISo/s320/IMG_3111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;View on Beppu &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTsMIbQ3zI/AAAAAAAALq0/X6LMobSUuNM/s1600-h/IMG_3112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTsMIbQ3zI/AAAAAAAALq0/X6LMobSUuNM/s320/IMG_3112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the way we passed an amusement park. It looks very primite, old, and shabby. There are also almost no people inside. It looks kind of scary. Not only does the rollercoaster look too old to pass a TUV inspection, but also the emptiness of this park is scary.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTt3CBaR9I/AAAAAAAALq8/SR3K3-K3Iec/s1600-h/IMG_3117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTt3CBaR9I/AAAAAAAALq8/SR3K3-K3Iec/s320/IMG_3117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanted to peek over the fence, which is as high as I am, in order to have a look at the amusement park. I almost hit this spider with my nose. Seriously. Scary thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTuopFCplI/AAAAAAAALrE/6KNYb_mwf78/s1600-h/IMG_3123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTuopFCplI/AAAAAAAALrE/6KNYb_mwf78/s320/IMG_3123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The way to the waterfall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTuwHifCoI/AAAAAAAALrM/bQCmr57XQpU/s1600-h/IMG_3125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTuwHifCoI/AAAAAAAALrM/bQCmr57XQpU/s320/IMG_3125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The weather was warm and sunny &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTu0gOYK5I/AAAAAAAALrU/XyBK8N4YfF0/s1600-h/IMG_3135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTu0gOYK5I/AAAAAAAALrU/XyBK8N4YfF0/s320/IMG_3135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's huge!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish I had a better camera, mine often takes blurry pictures and the colours are faded.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTu_kS3bKI/AAAAAAAALrc/Ipw3HL8yhQg/s1600-h/IMG_3145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTu_kS3bKI/AAAAAAAALrc/Ipw3HL8yhQg/s320/IMG_3145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is an exciting feeling to stand at the foot of the waterfall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTvHo35oSI/AAAAAAAALrk/mtKwbFSXz-w/s1600-h/IMG_3148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTvHo35oSI/AAAAAAAALrk/mtKwbFSXz-w/s320/IMG_3148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not many people go here, so it is a quiet place, where you can enjoy the beauty of nature.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-4948486446907400901?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/4948486446907400901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/waterfall.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/4948486446907400901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/4948486446907400901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/waterfall.html' title='Waterfall'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTsF7-tNQI/AAAAAAAALqs/pGKk7EdLISo/s72-c/IMG_3111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-9221825471426052105</id><published>2009-12-13T21:38:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:41:21.490+09:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>It is so easy to upload videos! Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test video about the movie theater worked, I got so excited that I now added videos to the post about the tea ceremony and Jazz evening (November). ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-9221825471426052105?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/9221825471426052105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/9221825471426052105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/9221825471426052105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-2189438924871660971</id><published>2009-12-13T21:22:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:22:57.675+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Video "Movie Theater"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DuLnYVNnevE&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DuLnYVNnevE&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-2189438924871660971?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/2189438924871660971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/test-video-movie-theater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/2189438924871660971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/2189438924871660971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/test-video-movie-theater.html' title='Test Video &quot;Movie Theater&quot;'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-1186113255692844441</id><published>2009-12-13T21:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:04:09.903+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the mistake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTXamzg9KI/AAAAAAAALqk/0J3kwNbuu1s/s1600-h/IMG_3374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTXamzg9KI/AAAAAAAALqk/0J3kwNbuu1s/s320/IMG_3374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A poster at the International Festival&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-1186113255692844441?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/1186113255692844441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-is-mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1186113255692844441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/1186113255692844441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-is-mistake.html' title='Where is the mistake?'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyTXamzg9KI/AAAAAAAALqk/0J3kwNbuu1s/s72-c/IMG_3374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-6411818103619026240</id><published>2009-12-12T08:55:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:59:11.189+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyCrtfn6MZI/AAAAAAAALk8/Uom46M6dT5M/s1600-h/13650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyCrtfn6MZI/AAAAAAAALk8/Uom46M6dT5M/s320/13650.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I already mention my second favorite class? "Japanese History, Society, and Culture" with Professor Kazumi Nagaike. She is not the typical Japanese. She is very lively, makes many jokes, has A LOT of energy. If the average Japanese was a sparrow, she would be an eagle! She told us we could call her Princess Nagaike, Kazumi, or anything else that we like to use as a nickname. Again, she is NOT the average Japanese woman. She has lived in Canada for 8 years, maybe this is where her "being different" comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our syllabus for last week following subject for our lecture was scheduled: Experiencing Japanese Culture (tea ceremony)! We were actually to have a real tea master coming to our class and practicing with us a traditional Japanese tea ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese tea ceremony - if you google it, you get more than 1,6 million hits! And this is only in English, I do not know how many you get, when you also look for Japanese sites. Type it in amazon.com and you get more than 2,000 books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea ceremony is a deeply rooted in the Japanese culture, its tradition goes back hundreds of years ago. You can say that it started when tea was introduced to Japan. Japan is probably the only nation, which, after the introduction of tea in its country, designed a special room for drinking tea. Special etiquette, rules, utensils, etc. were created over time for the purpose of drinking tea. There is a whole philosophy which underlies the tea ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that it takes at least 10 years to become a tea master? Naigaikesensei said, that there are special schools designed for the tea ceremonies. There is even a university for tea ceremonies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea ceremony is embedded in the concept of &lt;i&gt;wabi &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;sabi &lt;/i&gt;from the Kamakura period, about the year 1200 - simple and quiet beauty. It is really quiet. Nothing really happens there. I can imagine a piano player practicing for 10 years until he becomes gradually better. But I cannot picture what an aspiring tea master does during his 10 learning years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyC0lkbFlSI/AAAAAAAALlE/JRaY7KcM37Y/s1600-h/IMG_3088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyC0lkbFlSI/AAAAAAAALlE/JRaY7KcM37Y/s200/IMG_3088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our teachers for the day: a tea master (right) and her assistants.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The founder of the tea ceremony was Sennorikyuu in the Edo period. His sons founded different schools. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are 5 different schools of tea ceremony. The school, which we experienced here, is named urasenke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDGlZ0hpJI/AAAAAAAALlM/MvJStBdO9Qo/s1600-h/IMG_2947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDGlZ0hpJI/AAAAAAAALlM/MvJStBdO9Qo/s200/IMG_2947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tatami, carpet, and utensils were set up to resemble a tea room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tea ceremonies are something special, which are only conducted at special occasions. Tea ceremonies are not only the physical act of preparing and drinking tea. There is a whole philosophy of the aestheticism of tea behind it. The Japanese tea ceremony is special, because it is a spiritual side and can be described as an art form.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyEXfxvkpzI/AAAAAAAALo0/j2TZf5qxOyE/s1600-h/IMG_3083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyEXfxvkpzI/AAAAAAAALo0/j2TZf5qxOyE/s320/IMG_3083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is always a scroll like this at tea ceremonies. This one says "Flower blossom on a mountain". The messages are chosen by the host, considering the occasion, the season, and his guests. The guest should take some time admiring the scroll, because the host has put much thought on it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDGweB3olI/AAAAAAAALlU/s1sHdGhIWy0/s1600-h/IMG_2954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDGweB3olI/AAAAAAAALlU/s1sHdGhIWy0/s200/IMG_2954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matcha tea powder and a bamboo whisk for beating the tea. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDG2A_tEmI/AAAAAAAALlc/UUR69K2_Ku4/s1600-h/IMG_2948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDG2A_tEmI/AAAAAAAALlc/UUR69K2_Ku4/s200/IMG_2948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The women prepare themselves and the equipment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHCcxefJI/AAAAAAAALlk/FrAAl62JBjA/s1600-h/IMG_2965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHCcxefJI/AAAAAAAALlk/FrAAl62JBjA/s200/IMG_2965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The tea master makes her way to the tea preparing place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHGQO0XHI/AAAAAAAALls/XMkNz6xuCec/s1600-h/IMG_2966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHGQO0XHI/AAAAAAAALls/XMkNz6xuCec/s200/IMG_2966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The equipement has been set up: cattle with hot water, tea caddy with the matcha powder, bowl for the tea. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHKVbGSqI/AAAAAAAALl0/dI7MNzyv9M8/s1600-h/IMG_2968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHKVbGSqI/AAAAAAAALl0/dI7MNzyv9M8/s200/IMG_2968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;First, all the utensils have to be cleaned. This is conducted in a strict manner, every single move is predetermined: in which way to fold the cleaning cloth, how many times to wipe each device, the exact place where to put the utensils, ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gldtJZCb0RI&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gldtJZCb0RI&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHOxBm-lI/AAAAAAAALl8/rf6KHcrFFoc/s1600-h/IMG_2970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHOxBm-lI/AAAAAAAALl8/rf6KHcrFFoc/s200/IMG_2970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The tea master gets water from the kettle with this ladle to clean the bowl. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHSmmgakI/AAAAAAAALmE/uoNhvuTyR_o/s1600-h/IMG_2978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHSmmgakI/AAAAAAAALmE/uoNhvuTyR_o/s200/IMG_2978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The devices needed &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9MRj2gHqyc&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9MRj2gHqyc&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHYTgHrpI/AAAAAAAALmM/a_7FyyeFpkI/s1600-h/IMG_2982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHYTgHrpI/AAAAAAAALmM/a_7FyyeFpkI/s200/IMG_2982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nagaikesensei demonstrates how to behave as a guest. Also as a guest you&amp;nbsp; have to follow specific rules. What to say, how to drink, in which way to hold the bowl, which hand to hold the bowl, in which direction to turn the bowl with how many movements,... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHc8YeXGI/AAAAAAAALmU/Hz35RaaEhBU/s1600-h/IMG_2988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHc8YeXGI/AAAAAAAALmU/Hz35RaaEhBU/s200/IMG_2988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The students listen with interest. This was worth a picture, because we usually do not look like this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHnS64efI/AAAAAAAALmk/W68jlTy6BVM/s1600-h/IMG_2993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHnS64efI/AAAAAAAALmk/W68jlTy6BVM/s200/IMG_2993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The guest is supposed to eat the sweets (kashi) before drinking the tea, which is bitter.The sweets are placed on some soft paper (kaishi) in front of each guest. Before eating you have to ask permission of the other guests: "osakini", which means "excuse me for going before you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDIFFLKcFI/AAAAAAAALnU/tdDB3aCg668/s1600-h/IMG_3019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDIFFLKcFI/AAAAAAAALnU/tdDB3aCg668/s200/IMG_3019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Usually moist cakes made from sweet bean paste are served. They are called&amp;nbsp; omogashi. This omogashi was very delicious!&amp;nbsp; And it looks so pretty, too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHtHP4EdI/AAAAAAAALms/nJoLMDJr9jE/s1600-h/IMG_3004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHtHP4EdI/AAAAAAAALms/nJoLMDJr9jE/s200/IMG_3004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These are higashi, they are drier than omogashi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHxEbxxII/AAAAAAAALm0/KnY8cTIb534/s1600-h/IMG_3005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDHxEbxxII/AAAAAAAALm0/KnY8cTIb534/s200/IMG_3005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Higashi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDIditOo8I/AAAAAAAALns/P-HXWcapgkM/s1600-h/IMG_3042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDIditOo8I/AAAAAAAALns/P-HXWcapgkM/s200/IMG_3042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yummy &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDH9F5wl2I/AAAAAAAALnE/ZKMek9arTeU/s1600-h/IMG_3014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDH9F5wl2I/AAAAAAAALnE/ZKMek9arTeU/s200/IMG_3014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After the guest has eaten the sweets, the assistant will bring you tea. You thank her with a bow and ありがとうございます。 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDH53ph12I/AAAAAAAALm8/uoVvLjx3FzM/s1600-h/IMG_3009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDH53ph12I/AAAAAAAALm8/uoVvLjx3FzM/s200/IMG_3009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nagaikesensei explains how to drink the tea. Before drinking it you should say to other guests who are already drinking "otemae chodai itashimasu", which means "please allow me to share tea with you". And to guests who have not had tea yet you say "osakini". Then you should turn to the host and thank her for the tea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The guest has to pick up the tea with his right hand and put it in the palm of his left hand. The guest turns the bowl, so that its decorative side faces 180 degrees away from him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyEXHDNL5HI/AAAAAAAALos/h7g0Iz62J-I/s1600-h/IMG_3022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyEXHDNL5HI/AAAAAAAALos/h7g0Iz62J-I/s200/IMG_3022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After finishing the tea you should admire the bowl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDIJqV0EpI/AAAAAAAALnc/BYt1odfcuRI/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDIJqV0EpI/AAAAAAAALnc/BYt1odfcuRI/s200/IMG_3034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then it was our turn to make tea! Miriam goes first. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDIOkAIMYI/AAAAAAAALnk/FlDIVbqEL9E/s1600-h/IMG_3038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDIOkAIMYI/AAAAAAAALnk/FlDIVbqEL9E/s200/IMG_3038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I also tried my luck. It is more difficult than it looks! Every move is predetermined, even where to place the hand which you do not use. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDIqqgsCaI/AAAAAAAALn0/4GR8dbPjSmE/s1600-h/IMG_3052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDIqqgsCaI/AAAAAAAALn0/4GR8dbPjSmE/s200/IMG_3052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even water from a modern water cooker is taken out with the ladle. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDIx60Ng9I/AAAAAAAALn8/-HVd3iT5CPM/s1600-h/IMG_3048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDIx60Ng9I/AAAAAAAALn8/-HVd3iT5CPM/s200/IMG_3048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Riikka under the watchful eyes of the tea master.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDI2ya3CQI/AAAAAAAALoE/G0FNhrgjKyQ/s1600-h/IMG_3079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyDI2ya3CQI/AAAAAAAALoE/G0FNhrgjKyQ/s200/IMG_3079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The tea bowls are a science for themselves. There are really valuable ones, on which you can easily spend thousands of Euros.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyEOROGdM8I/AAAAAAAALoU/qXLrxXccLcc/s1600-h/IMG_3085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyEOROGdM8I/AAAAAAAALoU/qXLrxXccLcc/s200/IMG_3085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All women wear kimonos. There are different ranks in kimonos and for each occasion the appropriate one has to be picked These kimonos are called komon because they have the same pattern from top to bottom. At the back of the kimono a family symbol is embroidered.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyEOLpx8TJI/AAAAAAAALoM/awBZftsCxSY/s1600-h/IMG_3082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyEOLpx8TJI/AAAAAAAALoM/awBZftsCxSY/s200/IMG_3082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are different techniques of tying these kind of kimono belts. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyEOWiQaD9I/AAAAAAAALoc/1JrwDDQtLNQ/s1600-h/IMG_3093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyEOWiQaD9I/AAAAAAAALoc/1JrwDDQtLNQ/s200/IMG_3093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The kimono belt &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyEOa5qd4PI/AAAAAAAALok/4CRPlcCN31w/s1600-h/IMG_3094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyEOa5qd4PI/AAAAAAAALok/4CRPlcCN31w/s200/IMG_3094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She places her fan in front of her before bowing. It is supposed to symbolize the border between herself and the other person. It declares each other's areas. Notice also that her hands form a triangle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today was a really interesting experience. The tea ceremony is related to the Zen philosophy, which makes tea drinking not only the drinking of tea. Japan not only embraces new technology, science, and modernization of the society. It is nice to see that Japan still preserves this tradition and is still proud of it, although today's world evolves so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you are interested in the tea ceremony, I think the book "The Tea Ceremony" by Sendo Tanaka gives a pretty detailed and nicely illustrated introduction.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-6411818103619026240?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/6411818103619026240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/tea-ceremony.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/6411818103619026240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/6411818103619026240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/tea-ceremony.html' title='Tea ceremony'/><author><name>Quinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547256228797740349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/Ssfuondkg2I/AAAAAAAAIS4/CxvBIN1k4RM/S220/IMG_8434+cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyCrtfn6MZI/AAAAAAAALk8/Uom46M6dT5M/s72-c/13650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228139656103013829.post-4129867901450308964</id><published>2009-12-11T11:52:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:08:32.044+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to the movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyBQ4DnU4KI/AAAAAAAALkU/ioF0qqFUL_k/s1600-h/UP_Poster_AllChar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyBQ4DnU4KI/AAAAAAAALkU/ioF0qqFUL_k/s320/UP_Poster_AllChar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Disney/Pixar Movie "Up" just came out and we wanted to go to the movie theater to watch it. I was really looking forward to it, because I had always heard that it was a very good and funny movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already fun buying sweets and snacks in the konbini before the movie, which I wanted to sneak into the movie theater. The prospect of saving money and enjoying some forbidden snacks during the movie even enhanced the joy of buying them ^^ Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ticket for the movie theater for one adult during weekdays and weekends is 1,500 Yen, which is about 11 €. I heard that in other movie theaters a ticket is even 2,000 Yen! A little bit expensive, I think. But for りゆうがくせい (international students) it was only 1,000 Yen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were 5 people, 2 of us were no international students. How to get everybody in for the reduced price? Andora (a real international student) showed his ID at the entrance and told them that the whole group consisted of international students. While he was telling them this little lie, I talked to my Japanese friend in English, calling him Edward. And the others just looked away. We were so excited and happy, when we all got the reduced tickets! We felt so smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh man, I just realized something. At this point it becomes clear that this blog must be written by a student, who else would devote a blog entry to having saved 500 Yen / 3,60 Euro.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyBTVlTJDHI/AAAAAAAALkc/v0GPwiT7Q4k/s1600-h/IMG_3164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyBTVlTJDHI/AAAAAAAALkc/v0GPwiT7Q4k/s320/IMG_3164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coming out soon: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The mole: Some of us are not one of us...&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling this rush of excitement about our smartness (remember, I also had my secret snacks in my bag! ... and somebody else had McDonald's hamburgers in his pockets)&amp;nbsp; we went in and snuggled into the comfortabe seats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyBWk1tK9yI/AAAAAAAALkk/LGHiHLt-cXE/s1600-h/IMG_3162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyBWk1tK9yI/AAAAAAAALkk/LGHiHLt-cXE/s320/IMG_3162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please do not go into the wrong entrance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyBWrMXhv4I/AAAAAAAALks/JGR4Bh27B1E/s1600-h/IMG_3167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyBWrMXhv4I/AAAAAAAALks/JGR4Bh27B1E/s320/IMG_3167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are no seat reservations, you just sit anywhere you want. The seats in the back are also the same price. (Keine Loge)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This reminded me of the times, when I went to the movies at the age of 12, when there were no seat reservations in Germany. Nostalgia... ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyBWxFXOuBI/AAAAAAAALk0/lzsA0K_LWn0/s1600-h/IMG_3166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT2VLyczwxw/SyBWxFXOuBI/AAAAAAAALk0/lzsA0K_LWn0/s320/IMG_3166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There we are, unpacking our forbidden snacks and sitting in the last row (in Germany, the last rows are the most expensive ones!).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When the movie theater went dark and the commercials started I was still busy talking to Ludmilla and unpacking chocolate in order to pass it around. But suddenly I realized that the people on the screen were talking in Japanese... Hmm, we got a little bit nervous, Andora jumping up to ask at the entrance if the movie would be in English. When he came back, grinning brightly, I knew it was over. The movie was in Japanese. No subtitles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We did not feel so smart anymore. Of course, we got a discount. Which international students would actually go watch a movie in Japanese without subtitles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had the choice, we could go outside and get our money back (Japanese are really fair when it comes to service) or we could stay. We decided to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So there we were. Two Germans, one Slovak, one Indonesian, and one Japanese. I did not understand anything that they were saying on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But I had so much fun watching the movie. Even without understanding the dialogues! The plot was easy to understand and the pictures spoke for themselves. I am sure that I did not get most of the jokes, but still, I had to laugh so much. It must be a fantastic movie, when you also understand what the characters are saying. That's why I highly recommend this movie! Pixar, thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, but actually I lied. I did understand some words. 5 or so. Those who already watched the movie might recognize where in the movie following lines occured:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;き　お　つけて！Be careful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ボル　が　ほしい　ひと！Who wants the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;いぬみたい！Looks like a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;かめみたい！Looks like a turtle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, that's about it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the words that was new to me, but which frequently reoccurred was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ぼうけん　adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, go watch the movie, it really shows a great adventure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4228139656103013829-4129867901450308964?l=quinniinjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/4129867901450308964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quinniinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-went-to-movies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/4129867901450308964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4228139656103013829/posts/default/4129867901450308964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quin
