| Monday, June 25, 2007 |
| The Emperor's New Castle (Ruins) |
 There are days when you blame poor decisions on not speaking the language. And then there are days when the bread lady comes to the staffroom (to sell bread, obviously, and not to be confused with the seaweed lady) and you make inexplicable choices. I selected grape-cabbage juice and greenpeas bread. Wrong wrong wrong.
 And now to travel photos: what did I see in Hyogo prefecture? My big sister *claims* to be in Norway or Sweden or some other make-believe Viking country, drawing buildings. Please, Liv, if you don't want everyone to know the truth, don't name your cocktail bar after yourself.
 Hey, where's the castle? I was warned that Sasayama-jo 'ruins' might be a letdown after the glory of Himeji-jo. As it turns out, there are no ruins. There is this concrete that plausibly could have been the foundation, except that it's all smoothed and paved for wheelchair access. So, there's actually nothing. I was standing looking at the view, trying to force a moment of historical significance, and the family next to me was admiring the primary school just beyond the moat, commenting on the blueness of the pool and width of the playfield. Rather like a child fascinated by ants in the midst of a New Year's parade, except the parade in Sasayama has long been attacked... and lit on fire... by invading samurais. {Insert a better metaphor here.} On a related note, what sadist decides it's a good idea to build a primary school next to a moat? "Don't run away, kids! You'll get in big trouble... unless you're eaten by a crocodile first."
 My reason for being in Sasayama-shi "mosquito-ful mountain city" was to see Brandon. And yes, this is the gorgeous boy that I met in an elevator who is already on track to break my heart. Questions answered.
 Sunday was spent at the international centre, speaking Japanese and playing balloon-popping games and running 3-legged races and dressin' in drag. As you do. A baseball player, a schoolboy, a yukata girl, and a sword-wielding chugakusei walk into a bar... |
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