Showing posts with label 7-11. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 7-11. Show all posts

Monday, 1 February 2016

Short Term Memory: Osaka-isms

And, we're back! Osaka, round 2. We booked the exact flights we took last time, two days annual leave, fly out Thursday evening, arrive back Monday night. The flights with Jetstar are just too cheap to pass up, half the price of the next cheapest carrier. However, the adage of "You get what you pay for" holds true, in fact it was exactly the same last time. I had just forgotten. Our flight was delayed again, this time for an hour. Thankfully the flight wasn't full, but the constant chatter of passengers and the lack of seat recline made it particularly difficult to sleep.

Each time tiredness overpowered my body inducing my body into a relaxed state my muscles would seize up and my head would jerk. There was also an unusual pattern for cabin lighting, dim, bright lights, shifting through different lighting ambiances throughout the flight. Ontop of that the airline decided it would be useful to announce every movement and update, in three languages. "We will soon be serving food", "we are now serving food", "we will soon be selling duty free", "we are now serving duty free". Suffice to say, little sleep was hard to come by. Funnily enough, despite all the complaints, I'd have no issues taking the same flight again.


So why are we back? Ko's Buck's party. Reliving the memories. Here's what we did, checked into Stargate hotel, Airport hotel, managed to get us a little more sleep. Friday, it's raining and wet, I don't have the right footwear, after 1 hour of walking my feet are complete soaked, we take the Rapi:T into town, ¥980 for 40 mins. Checked into the Cabana Capsule hotel. That feeling when you take off wet shoes and have a hot shower cannot be described. The day one agenda was: Eat. Eat. Eat. Buying Buck's costume. Eat. Spa. Sleep. The capsule hotel is practical, but noisy, you have to be pretty darn exhausted to sleep here as every movement strains the capsule and the evening is littered with the creaks and groans of the capsules.





Saturday. People from Hong Kong, Sydney and Singapore have arrived, early morning train into Kyoto. Food tour "can you say, Sashime?" 10 courses of food, and a sake tasting experience (¥8000). Checked into the local Ryokan and had dinner in the Geisha region of Gion. 


Sunday. Another early start, the 7/11s in Japan are amazing, I buy a pre-packed poached chicken breast, some nuts and a hard boiled egg for breakfast. Train back to Osaka for a lovely bike tour through Fukushima along the Yoda river (¥6000). Includes Okonomiyaki lunch, beer drinking up the hill and around the neighbour hood. Dinner at our favourite restaurant Matsuzakagyu Yakiniku. Waitress remembers us, well remembers one of us. This is a pretty half-assed attempt at a Blog post.




Ah Japan. You're a whirlwind of fun and warmth in our tummies.

Saturday, 28 September 2013

One of these is not like the other

I woke up this morning with beer and the latest issue of National Geographic in my fridge. There were also new messages on my phone "God I hope you're alright", "I'm changing now" and "What are you doing?". Most people, if presented with this scenario would be slightly perplexed, and I will be honest, it took me a few moments to realise what was going on here. Conflicted with choice, I grabbed the milk (why I had originally opened the fridge) and the Nat Geo. The magazine was crisp and cold, it felt sterile and new, I momentarily considered storing all of my literature in the fridge. Sanity prevailed and I sat down and ate my oats whilst replaying the events of the prior evening. 

It all started at the Sevva rooftop bar. We, our team, were celebrating the recent marriage of a colleague. Mid Autumn had just passed and as expected, the weather was cooler, making for a lovely evening to be amongst the Hong Kong Skyline. I received a message from a girl, it contained a picture of butterfly in a jar, childhood innocence or animal cruelty? I wasn't sure, I was four beers deep and toasting with a glass of champagne. It was also Friday and Friday's are hands down the best day of the week. Turns out the butterfly in a jar was a present for her friend's house warming party.

Drinks eventually turned to into dinner and dinner turned into home time. It was still early, and I walked home feeling rather proud that I wasn't drunk and that it was still before midnight. It also felt a little unusual going home so early, I immediately began to plan my day knowing that the Shaolin Mafia were about to take on Dragon Dash the following day (see next post for explanation). 

New message alert, it's another message from Butterfly Girl asking if I want to come to the house warming party. Why not, the party is in Sheung Wan and it's still early. Realising that I can't show up empty handed I walk into the nearest 7/11 and grab some alcohol; beers. Perusing the store, I look for a suitable house warming gift. Cantonese Music DVDs, Umbrellas, Condoms, Chewing Gum, Chinese Gossip Magazines, I grab the National Geographic. Shortly after, that undeniable feeling, I'm lost, call it coincidence but her phone battery has also died, I wander Bonham Strand for the better part of 5 minutes and realise the futility of it all. It's just after midnight, I open a beer and head home.


"I hate these blurred lines" - Robin Thicke

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Please do not disturb!

Way back in 2005 Bangkok revealed to me the insanely hedonistic and almost contradictory spiritual side of Thailand. This year in 2011 Bangkok presented a completely different experience. There were no bustling markets, no seedy tourist trips, no pseudo-ladies, no Pad Thai, no boutique-filled malls and no blue skies. Due to the unaccommodating weather majority of our time was spent lounging about our Sukhumvit serviced apartments (4000 B/Night) occasionally leaving the comfort of our lodgings for some nearby street food. It's a different experience when you have no intention to sightsee.


It was a short two days in Bangkok but still managed to eat plenty of food, check out some new bars, take an excellent photo (MeltMe), listen to live Thai music and most importantly catch up with old mates from Highschool and London.

"I know you!" - Me