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Outside, what appear to be cast iron dogs scratch their ears. Very Chinese, but I'm not sure of the meaning.
More Hong Kong University scenery.
The Mid-Levels as seen from Hong Kong University.
Professor Yang. 楊教師。
Along the way, we found something that was entirely appropriate. As anyone who was on exchange with me knows, I am very good at making a wolf costume for Halloween. (Note: I think that this character was part of a larger poem drawn on the sidwalk).
Since it was Sunday, there were no tours and most doors were closed, but we wandered around anyway. This is one of the inner gardens.
This was posted on a bulletin board. Funnily enough, despite what you'd read about in the papers, I would say that most Japanese people I work with know about it. Still, a translation for our Japanese readers follows.
A good idea, and probably necessary on any university campus. And you thought only Japan had chikan problems!
Hallowed halls of learning.
The front of the Main Building.
Wonderful architecture, isn't it. Looks to me like a good place to go. I feel like a bit of a shill for liking the place this much, but if the courses are as good as the exterior, I'm sold.
I have no idea what the relationship is, but apparently a LOT of Hong Kongers have ties with Canada. Could explain something, then.
It may be a bit unfair since HK was a British colony and therefore it should be expected to have English-only schools, but I find it amusing that (still) English-obsessed Japan has, I believe, one school in the entire country that has English immersion, which is only half a day anyway.
On the way, we ate at a nearby restaurant (pork and rice, yeah!), with Japan-inspired uniforms. Those hats look hot. Temperature hot.
Already submitted it to Engrish.com. Found in a washroom in the park.
I was a bit confused when I first entered. No individual urinals (first time I have EVER used that word in print), just a stainless steel wall with water running down it.
One section of the park was made out to be, well, a Chinese park. This is the entrance.
Bad-ass or plump? You decide.
Sweet as ever. いつものように~
New construction in Mei Foo.
A view of Mei Foo, straight down the middle.


The stage for the ceremony. For ceremonies, Japan really goes all out.
Since it took place in the unheated gym, they rolled out the superheaters which look like the Eye of Mordor. I'm not going to say which has already been said in many blogs, but it was true - the superheaters heat the room to make it unbearably hot, then are promptly turned off for the rest of the ceremony so everyone freezes. In Japanese, this is called 'efficiency'.
The students are called by name and receive their certificate of graduation directly from the principal. They then announce their intention to be good middle school students, and pass authority to the fifth-graders. Interestingly, they also said they would renounce war and live in a peaceful society. I informed a Chinese friend of this, who responded "Oh, I don't believe them". Sigh, Japan, sometimes we just can't win!
I had to leave the ceremony early, but I did make it to the station on time. I was damn starving though, so I bought a beef and rice bento. And get this - it's self-heating! Pull the string ...
and it gets nice and hot! Lots of steam too!
The heating blocks or whatever are kind of heavy and take up half the packaging, but hey. I wonder how it works ...
Oh yeah. On the way out at Narita I saw this poster reminding everyone that U.S. beef is still banned in Japan, so DON'T EAT ANY OR YOU WILL DIE!!!! They also include Canada in the smaller text even though we've been certified safe by J-land. Bastards!!!
A lot of drainage in Japan isn't done through underground sewers - waste water is just shunted into ditches behind people's houses. Ostensibly this is for feeding the rice fields, which are smack dab in the middle of the city blocks. But I wonder - what kind of water goes into it? Like, the soapy water that runs from my shower after I'm done?
Going shopping the other day I discovered random pants discarded near the bike parking area. No, I did not investigate further.
Also, Japanese people don't know how to drive. Or park. Yes, especially park. This guy parked on the road near the entrance, essentially turning the two-lane road into a one-lane street. For over half an hour while he was inside shopping. It was still parked there when I left.
Saturday was a fun meet-up day with the JETs from the next two towns. I met Kira and we went to Book-Off and then we went to Mos Burger. Following Travelingrant's advice, I had the katsu burger, which wasn't bad. I was surprised that the bun was made from rice, but hey.
We spent way too much money buying manga and music and whatever that day. In the evening we went to a kaiten-sushi restaurant and I proceeded to ask that the girls take the tuna off the belt and hand it to me at every opportunity.
The hand is quicker than the eye, or in this case my shutter speed.
Since I really don't like anything other than tuna, I tried my hand at the natto maki. I think I've found a new favourite!
At night we went back to the Abanzale bar, and we all ordered one drink. I ordered the gayest thing on the menu, a China Blue.
We did get a special treat though - one of the guys who runs the turntables is also an amazing beatboxer. I mean really. Chris, you have a partner.

This stream is kind of weird. Concreted into a channel, it feeds rice fields stretching back into the ... uh, fields. I think.
The Japanese countryside appears to be divided into blocks, perhaps as a remnant of feudal zoning laws. So in the middle of a landscape apparently divided into "rice field" and "house" from time to time there will be a block marked "forest".
Beside this forest-block was a ... KURA! YAY!! I wanted to ask the owner of the house the history of it, but they had a really big car and so I thought they might not appreciate it. Plus I couldn't find the front door.
So I tramped into their backyard and took pictures from a closer angle.
A few nights ago when it was really cold someone tied up their dog outside the grocery store while they went in to get donuts or whatever. Poor doggy! Ah well, I'm sure Tessa (my family's dog) had to endure worse during Canada's winters.
There's this ... place on the road to my office that offers "companions" for hire. The signs say, in succession, "We offer polite companions dressed in Western or Japanese clothing", "Recruiting Companions now, hourly wage from ¥2500", and "Same-day pay OK". So ... is it a prostitution escort service or a geisha-like escort service?
I had to mail a package, and on the road I see the 〒 sign which denotes postal services. The sign on the building says they sell religious articles, but hey ... so I walk in and say "Hi, you have that sign that says postal services. Can you mail this package for me?" The girl says, "Postal services?" I say, "Yeah. You have the sign". The guy sitting at the desk then says "Not here. Go to Family Mart". Then, he switches to English, and says "Go straight, turn right!"
On Peng's request, I went back to the graveyard from a few days before to examine it in more detail. I noticed an overturned sake cup on the ground from a long-ago offering.
All the headstones, fallen over and in a pile ...
This person died in 1830, the twelfth year of the Bunsei (文政) era. The writing down the middle is the person's posthumous Buddhist name (called a houmyou 法名), here "all heaven good snow truth", or maybe "true pleasant snow falls from under all heaven". One of the office girls told me that burning the dead didn't come into widespread use until after Meiji, so the bones of this person may still be resting under the earth here ...
So yeah, I jumped on the bandwagon and bought a Potion. It tastes like ... any other Japanese energy drink, really, though I've yet to suffer any side effects. Yet. For 630 yen it's pretty damn steep for merchandising tie-in, but hey ...