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So, I suppose this will be some sort of a combined post of what has happened since we landed in Tokyo. I'm too lazy to separate the events.. not that I'd even be able to separate them, the past days just seem somehow.. merged together. Ahh, the mysterious power of alcohol.

Let's get started then, shall we. First of all, 15 seconds after the final security check up point at the airport we got noticed by some group from a TV show. Miikka was telling me "go go, they're coming this way, quickly now, let's get away", but too late for me to realise what was happening. And there we go, somehow we ended up on yet another TV show with me after no sleep on the plane, practically no hearing in my right ear thanks to the airplane & pressurising, and not having spoken Japanese in 7 months doing the interview in Japanese. I have no proper memories of what was being asked or how I replied, but they were laughing when I tried to be funny (on purpose, I think..), so all things considered it could have gone worse.

Unexpectedly everything went smoothly at the airport & after that this time. No opening luggage at the airport, no fuss with the new train lines, nothing. Oh, and our plane was equipped with Asahi! The only minus was that we watched Boredom Games: Catching Boredom on the plane. Hrrrhh.

Once in Asakusa, we proceeded to Sakura hostel to meet up with our friend Tomo and had some grub with her at Kitchen Jiro and then fell in a few-hour coma sleep. Revived for now, we went to Don Quijote for.. I don't even know what. Not really knowing what to do next, the only logical option was to surprise our local friends that have their own bars. The reactions were overwhelming to say the least. We also bumped into Anders, another Northener, at Hiroshi's bar. Unfortunately I had to tell everyone that night not to tag any pictures of us on Facebook as we were still abiding by our plan to surprise a certain Vietnamese-Australian-living-in-Japan friend of ours the next day.

Thanks to our other Australian friend living in Tokyo for managing to get him in the right place at the right time. The reaction we got from him was.. pretty much what we expected. "Whattt the fuck are you guys doing here?". As one might expect we continued with some refreshments - alcoholic beverages if you will - to celebrate this unexpected reunion. After all, it was a bar we were meeting up at. In case anyone ever wanders off to Kasukabe head to Lad's, it's cozy as hell.

Now,  a few days later, I thought I'd pull myself back together and head to the gym in the morning. Except all the gyms in the area are closed on Mondays unless you want to join a gym with monthly memberships, which is expensive as hell due to the initial joining fee. So, I did the next best thing: headed off to the neared park/playground. The pensioners, kids and the kids' moms were looking at me like I was mental. Then again, it _was_ a children's playground, but as such one of the few places with poles etc. to do pull-ups, dips and other shit in. After a 1,5 week break from the gym, drinking for severals days straight and exercising in heavy sunlight, a 45-minute session was more than enough to get me worn out. Not to mention it was getting awkward with all the little kids playing around in the same Jungle-George track and their moms constantly staring at me.

All in all, we've spent more than we should have, we've drunk more than we should have and we've eaten more than we should have, but we've had more fun than two idiots can handle. And that's what this DumbassTravels is all about. And for my next trick, I'll finish my Salmari & go to the humongous french entourage in the next table and speak some Finnish ín a French accent. Huvastii / Au revoir!

Resurrection (?)

Well, it's about time I suppose.

I'll be trying to revive this old thing in case my new fellow students at the uni. are interested, and just to keep sort of a journal of what has happened because with my horrendous short term memory and the amount of bars we visit in Japan my recollections of events can get rather hazy over time. Then again, those two combined might cause me to forget to write anything down.. We'll just have to see how things turn out. Not to mention my love of sleeping & laziness might get the best of me when attempting to create a new blog post. My apologies in beforehand.

The closer the trip gets, the more we've been browsing the upcoming menus and campaigns of dining places in Tokyo. Being the all-devouring glutton that I am, I've got my work set in front of me. 10-decker hamburgers, 2kg curry rice plates, all-you-can-eat yakiniku.. You name it, I'll eat it. Or die savouring. We've also yearned the taste of chu-hai, one of the most devious drinks known to man. Tastes and goes down like soda, yet the 9% version gets you going like James May in a Bugatti Veyron after a few pints. And of course there's  Asahi. Oh sweet Asahi, how I miss thee. Our plane better be prepared this time. On our last flight they had run out of Asahi and tried to offer us Finnish beer instead - after we had been waiting for a few cans of Asahi for several months. Oh the stewardess' expression when seeing our reaction to her telling they're out of Asahi. We must've looked like receiving news of our parents having just died in a horrible accident.

Still, we have faith and that's what keeps our spirits running high. Let us hope we stand fortuitous in our quest for some ice cold Japanese beer.


I reckon that's it for now, I'll return to posting once we get to our destination or something worth writing occurs. That might very well be having a beer @ The Oak Barrel within the Helsinki-Vantaa airport. Sorry. :<