where cider meets condensed milk
Friday, June 01, 2007
Judy Run and flying babies
Fastforward from Cambodia to Shizuoka, mostly because I can't remember what I did for 3 weeks. I think I slept and ran and stayed late at school everyday and stressed a lot about the Kobe conference. But then I made it to the big day(s)! And took Shinkansen halfway across the country! I got to see Katie from Baan Unrak and the mythical Judy as well. Judy Run was a blast, and I was so glad I dragged myself out of bed at 4am to get there. I ran a 10K, along the river, in the sun, and it was gorgeous. Wish I'd had more time to explore the Izu peninsula. The event raised $4000 for PEPY, and a big chunk was from the event Sarah put together at her high school. Nice job, Monkey! During the overnight adventure at an awesome onsen, we saw a shemale in the tub, with a baby. Considering you can get kicked out for having a tattoo, it's pretty brave to come in with a 6-pack, Adam's apple, and some serious surgery scars. The onsen also was complete with an English teacup bath. Mmm kocha!

Sarah and I followed her new friend Joe to Numazu, and then we followed him to meet his kyoto-sensei, who then took us to a festival. "A strange festival" was the only description we had. Kyoto took us meet the priest at the temple, who told me that there would be flying babies. Flying babies! I was really excited and worried, but it turns out he meant crying babies. Damn. There was a latin music group (from the exotic country of Ratin) and their fuzzy Disney dancers, some taiko, tea ceremony, and babies everywhere.

A baby who cries well lives well! And a baby who flies well will be on the next episode of "Heroes."
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