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SCHLAULAU TRAVELOGUE - KYOTO, JAPAN. February
2001
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Kyoto, Japan. During the month of
February I had the chance to visit Japan with my brother Philip.
It was a holiday simply to get away from all the worries in the
past few months, as well as a chance to see each other after two
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At the entrance of the garden they tell you
there are 14 rocks... me and Hiro counted again and again...
13 was our final count.
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I only counted 13!
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It has to be a typo on their brochure!
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... I get it... 13 + me, who must be dumb
as a rock to believe in what the brochure says...
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Hiro is in full - meditation mode once he
walked in...
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This is the sign that explained it all...
The fourteenth was in my mind... Hell if they wanted to play games like this why not count the darn pebbles and tell people there are 13,043,947,857 stones... It sure was pretty though... |
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"I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away..."
Okay let's fly back to our hotel... too much walking for one day. |
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DINNER TIME
Tako met up with us one more night (tomorrow we take the train out to Osaka, where Hiro now lives)... we ate at one of Tako's recommended Shabu Shabu (beef hot pot) places - my favorite kind - all you can eat! |
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Shabu Shabu (prounce it - the name of the
meal is derived from the sound of the meat cooked in boiling
water).
Since it was all you can eat - I prepped myself for a few hours prior to dinner... eating in small portions, hehe. |
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Yum Yum!
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I think the final tally was 20 plates of meat
(each plate has 8 - 10 slices of fine beef), numerous plates
of crab legs, and vegetables...
It was soooo good that my mouth is watering right now, a month later, thinking about the food. |
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Tako, who was my Westbrooke Commons
neighbor when we both attended R.I.T. from 1990 - 1994...
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After dinner we shopped at the Japanese
version of the one-dollar-shop... Interesting items follow:
a pretend fat frontal torso - for Halloween? |
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Looks like Budweiser, Tastes like crappy
beer
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| Next to the one-dollar-shop - a vending machine
selling... GIRLS' PHONE NUMBERS! A culture brewing retarded people who no longer have the ability to date - dropping themselves down to the level of putting coins in a machine in hopes of finding your mate's picture and number in a plastic ball... LOSERS. |
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As my friends would say, "MEH!"
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