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air conditioning, American and local

A ltra hysterical laughter, but we sit next to suffer the heat all'ubriacone. The bartender comes to meet us and turn the air conditioning, which gives us two beautiful fans - that are distributed as flyers on the street - embarrassed that we can not refuse.

The evening is falling rapidly along with the voice of the old man who insists on singing the equivalent of Japan's "Little Black Face", but suddenly is the twist: chicken comes another stranger! The usual guests are surprised and start looking at the circus presentations Raki, beer that does not order but that is in front and the fan / airconditioning.

But if I manage to carve and Gu a bit 'privacy, the new acquisition is completely at the mercy of our surroundings. Considering that the restaurant does not offer many distractions - the old was gone just finished singing his song - we put fun to watch the lone tourist, but do not try to help. Try to get his facts clearly and curses to be entered, but the other guy does not give him peace and urges him on with his harangue.

pity by the spectacle that appears before me, I break the ice and speak to me. Turns out he is American - no one knows exactly where, saying only that the Americans are Americans whether they are from California or Missouri - he lived the last year Seoul and took advantage of the holidays to make a jump in Japan. Arrived from Japan just two days on the ground had already had occasion to visit Tokyo and had fled willingly, because he was scared of everything and everyone - as I understand it! -.

That is not very smart to me shows a little later, asking, "You know of a nice little place here in Kyoto later in the evening go?" The innocence with which asked the question to answer me from evil, but I think to myself: "beautify! But I think if I knew him m'avresti found in this c ** o! hole?"

After the beer - always on an empty stomach - we go after we took yet another bucket of ice water: 1600 yen for two beers! Sigh!

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kyoto, dinners and Raki

L in the first half of my actual holiday is Kyoto. Gu and I arrive there with a shinkansen in the late afternoon, just before dinner. Japanese dinner time mean, then 6:30 to 7:00, when all the restaurants are full of people with sticks in hand.

About eight o'clock, when placed in our small but well organized ryokan ( り おかん , the typical small hotels in traditional Japanese style), we begin to wander through the narrow streets around the station. Although it may seem strange on how much local we meet, we must hurry to decide which local sit down, mainly for two reasons: First, many restaurants close early, often around 10:30, and as if that were not enough signs displaying completely written in kanji - numerals -, which leaves little hope of finding an understandable menu once inside.

About ten o'clock we still have empty stomachs, but we decide to go in the only place that displays signs in English that read "beer and sake" - because you know that in Japan, these niches are a valid alternative to restaurants, providing food in generous portions at moderate prices -.

A little house insulated with a low door, the usual red lanterns lit everywhere, signs with pictures and English names seem to do the True Believer. From the two windows one can see the lights dim and out of fun laughing, some singing, a light of television suggests the presence of a karaoke machine. Given the premise that we can not enter.

pulled through the front door waiting for us a very bad surprise! A closet that will not be larger than four square feet includes: a bar with five - say five! - Stools, a television - probably the first model in color - a light bulb without chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a karaoke machine with a dozen medieval songs, a shelf covered with bottles of sake, and, above all, an old woman who used to drink two Japanese men drunk on the same age as the bartender.

I'm about to burst into a fit of hysterical tears when one of our customers extends two stools, and began to sciorinare all English words that come to mind - of course no logical relationship and a bad decision -. After the bartender serves us two beers frosts that we had not ordered, our new friend starts to present the room in detail. He laughs, looks at us, indicating the usual oriental cat with its paw raised in greeting position - or insult, I have not yet figured out - and begins with a "that is Raki, Raki cat." I strive to understand and I repeat the phrase twice more by adding a bit 'in Japanese, but the third I give him rope and laugh, nodding. I drink a sip of beer, more in empty stomach, and suddenly all the elements are in place: that ornament is a lucky cat + i do not speak Japanese well, L = meant "That is a cat Lucky."

Another hysterical laughter.

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myths, shinkansen and delays

P rhyme bore you with the last lines on my life in Japan would like to do a little consideration and a thank you: stay away from home for four months was not all roses and flowers, but writing - as inconsistent - on this blog has helped me to keep alive a bridge with the reality that I have left and find myself, allowed me to not feel just too much and giving and receiving news from all those who have been so curious to make a detour to this address. So thank you.

After facing the popular belief of Italian Japanese accurate and organized - see previous post - I have two other debunk myths of the Rising Sun: the Japanese and attentive, that of the Japanese infallible.

The relationship with time, in fact, is one of the most paradoxical aspects of this country, if Switzerland is accurate by definition is precise and punctual, Japan it is literally, certainly due to lack of irony. It is often said "to be as precise as a Swiss watch," but the proverbs must be stopped to see the Olympics in Beijing and have certainly never taken a shinkansen ( しんかん せん , or a little fantasy "fast train"). Beyond being the jewels of technology and trends on rails at speeds up to 300 km / h, the thing that upset is that they leave on time. If we assume, at 12:31're waiting for your car it occurs in front of you - what actually happens - but five minutes of the start of yet been able to see people on the other shore, be prepared: if the the sign says' Hikari or Nozomi shift will start at 12:36 means che avete pochi istanti per veder inchiodare il vostro treno di fronte a voi, far scendere tutti i passeggeri di turno, salire con tutti i vostri bagagli e trovare il vostro posto. Alle 12:36 il treno partirà.
Tutto ciò ovviamente ha dei pro e dei contro. Uno dei tanti pro potrebbe essere Kyoto>Osaka in 11 minuti, uno dei contro coinvolge nel discorso l'infallibilità giapponese. Se un treno ritarda di pochi minuti, cosa che in Italia potrebbe essere anche una benedizione oltre che la routine, qui in Giappone siete spacciati: le coincidenze saltano, i vostri appuntamenti con loro. Vestite pure il lutto e preparatevi a fare la telefonata di scuse peggiore della vostra vita, siete in ritardo.

Siccome son stato tanto fortunato to be on vacation and not having time to be respected, I am just fun to watch the scene just described. The consequences of the calls could have been fatal. But I'm in Japan for four months, I am not surprised about anything.