Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Let's play pachinko!

Hey, this place may look a little shabby, but you can't beat the prices! And no complaints about second hand smoke, no noise, lots of fresh air, and a dead pigeon. Cool! But I won't upload the photo of the pigeon, sorry. I think it's head is missing.

I've driven past this place a few times, but hadn't ventured in until today. At first I just walked around the outside, then worked up the courage to go inside. (I heard some noises from the upper floor... I was worried about Mafia dudes) Took about 20 photo's altogether, and went for a pee in the toilet... hmmm, is that relevant? Well, I was trying to pee, hold my camera, look over my shoulder, and fight off the spiders.

The funny thing about this place is that it looks like the owners left in a hurry; all the machines were still there, paperwork lying around, office equipment, sofa's, dead pigeon, phones. Everything was smashed, or in the case of the bird, headless, but it was all there. AND, I found the only thing that wasn't damaged... a large safe... still locked (how do I know that?? Of course I tried to open it!). Too big and heavy for me to cart away... is it full of cash... or a pigeon head...

Sunday, June 18, 2006

A Japanese Nipple

Is this a new tactic to sell more mushrooms? Or is this a kind of magic mushy? Will I be arrested or banned from Blogger for showing pornographic images? Is this mushroom of legal age? And
will this protect me from the North Korean missile that's expected this weekend?

Friday, June 09, 2006

Cremation in Japan

In Japan 99% of all deceased are cremated, which is hardly surprising considering the limited space available here. (Sorry, I've no idea what the other 1% do) Buddhist ceremonies are the most common, and are quite elaborate, with a lot of respect shown for the dead.

In this photo you can see what appears to be at first a mass cremation, but don't be alarmed, the smoke is actually due to a group of old guys burning vegetation, which I might add is illegal in Japan (as far as I know). When I slowly drove past them they all stopped work and glared at me. Maybe they were looking for something more exciting to burn than dead leaves. Actually I really wish I had gotten a photo of their evil glaring, but I'm not bold enough at the moment. Maybe later, after I stop repeatedly checking over my shoulder for the military guys.