Tokyo Sparrows v Yokohama Baystars

Some observations made while attending a Japanese baseball game:

   1. Seating in the stadium based on team allegiance is strictly enforced.
   2. The home team has just as many vendor stalls devoted to the opposing teams gear as it does its own.
   3. There were 26, yes 26, home-run spotters in the outfield stands that spot incoming balls and blow whistles and wave red flags to alert the crowd to get out of the way.
   4. Baseball fans avoid catching baseballs as if they were contaminated with H1N1.  Just as Americans dive for that home-run ball, it is not a surprise to see a Japanese dive under their seat to avoid a ball.
   5. You must root and sing for your team on for the entire half of the inning in which your team is batting. No exceptions and the Japanese are more than willing to teach a Westerner the fight song so they can keep up.  This is by far the loudest and most vocal display I have seen while in Japan.
   6. The stadium fills up from the outfield forward... the most unpopular seats are those near home plate.
   7. Forget the cans, the Japanese beer girl carries an entire keg on her back and can dispense drafts to an entire clan in seconds flat.
   8. Don't eat the meat on a stick at a baseball game. While typically an advisable option everywhere else in life... stick to the miso hot dogs at the ball game.

Another day another temple... now with deer

Today we stomped Nara... except these temples are inhabited by a kind of friendly deer that follow you around the city... and try and eat your shirt and steal your papers when you are not watching.  Also home to the largest buddha statue residing in what may be the largest wooden structure. Tonight back to Tokyo and exploring some more of new Japan.

Kyoto temple kick

We are on a shrine and temple tear through the cultural heart of Japan, Kyoto,... including Ryoanji, Rokuon-ji, Kiyomizudera temples, and more. Kyoto remains home to much of old Japan since it was one of the only centers to avoid bombing during the second world war. Really neat stuff but the weather was is still not cooperating.

Japan tour

Shabu-shabu

What a genius idea... a meat cook-out on your own dinner table. Someone deserves a medal. Fresh vegetables are boiled up in a large bowl to create a tasty bath for cooking beef. A grill under the bowl is used simultaneously for browning all sorts of delicious items such as steak, duck, chicken, pork, and more veggies. But the sweet, salty, and savory dipping sauces a-plenty are the real mark of a culinary adventure. Someone should popularize this stateside, they will make millions... hibachi ain't got nothing on this.

A maze of tunnels

Making our way back toward Tokyo we are setting up for the night in Osaka, JP's third largest city.  Its amazing how many enormous metropolises exist in such a short proximity of each other along this southern coast of Japan.  Each having an expansive maze of tunnels and train lines which puts NYC's underground to shame.

Himenji castle on a bullet

After crashing a night in Tokyo we headed west on a Shinkansen bullet train and ended up in Himenji. Despite a bit of rain we stormed Himenji castle, the oldest unrestored woden castle in Japan, standing since 1609.

And we are off

Finally on the road after all of the planning, questions, and dreams.  En-route to the land of the rising sun.  We will see what adventures await us.

Last American Meal

Why not sample some fine American cuisine just before traveling abroad extensively and being divorced from artery clogging high fat American fine dinning. Down a highway, across a bridge, and over a river we found flavor country in an grease stained brown bag... a tasty little temptress, the Five Guys double bacon cheeseburger with grilled onions and fried peppers, and crispy jalapenos for some, awaited. Cheese overfloweth, ground beef so tasty, and peppers and onions peeking out from underneath the bun just to say a quick inviting 'hey there big boy'.  So good, yet so so naughty, I will miss you America.

Party On

Thanks from Teya and I to everyone who came out to celebrate our last days in Hoboken until the wee hours of the morning.  It was great to get all of our friends under one roof for some good times.  It was a blast and begs the question why the hell did we not have more house parties... giddy-up.