The imitable Nobu-chan.
No jokes. Me, Ino, Sane.
One of those pictures.
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These mountains are much different from the Nagano--or Naganic--ones.
Lake Inawashiro. Inawashiroko. Perhaps.
We neither expected Caribbean-blue water or rowboats.
So we took advantage of them both.
But no one could row except, I was surprised to find, me.
So I did a tutorial.
And they caught on fast enough.
Slideshow!
Some other boat. Perhaps one of the few we crashed into during our pond-tenure.
Something in the water, unable to hide because it's so damn clear down there.
He's gonna jump.
There he went.
There they go.
Look like ume plums, they do. But they were berries.
I love Fukushima.
This was apparently a place called the "Five-colored Lakes." I didn't know it, but damn if the water didn't shift from crazy blue to other crazy shades of not-blue. Like rust-red and yellow and black.
The flowers at the tips of the branches there were so white they looked painted.
I think I look like I just won these two at a fair or summat.
Nobu usually does this.
Fucking.
Color!
Texture!
And shape!
Detaile.
The whole thinge.
Normalcolor water.
This photo was staged, and I think they were rather annoyed with me because of it.
My yukata, from below.
We were bored.
Till Ino had to make a phone call and Sane started saying "sex" in the most monstrous voice he could muster, and then I did, and then Ino got mad. It was great.
Then Ino's friend came over and was all like, "Wanna go to some girl's birthday party?" And we were all like, yes, yes we would. And we bought her flowers and they made me give them to her, on account of me being a foreigner, and the girls were all very impressed and lauded me with food and paid no attention to the other guys for an uncomfortable amount of time, and it a great time was had by me.
Ino DDd.
Which was good, cuz I was drunk before we got to the party, let alone during and after.
The girl on the right, for Sane's money, was the looker of the crew.
Bartender + Nobu.
winky
For my purse, though, it was this'n. The guys disagreed wholeheartedly. I'm at odds whether to blame that on cultural differences, or me being weird.
The morningafter.
Nobu's washing the dishes, bless him.
It was beautiful and misty that morning.
Nobu holding my yukata that the spa wouldn't take back for some reason. A mistake, methinks. But now I have a yukata.
This flower's bigger than some dogs.
The guys were really good to go hiking this morning, at my behest.
Those last two segments were rafts, but they were chained to the first, so we couldn't have nearly as much fun as we wanted.
Fukushima's naught but rice fields and mountains, and the rice fields are a stereotype of green, and you can see every notion of the wind run through the flowy blades of grass. Beautiful to death and back.
Then we found Utah, plopped down so unexpectedly as to seem artificial, but I'm at a loss as to how such big old rocks would've been moved and put here.
So I climbed on one.
A tall tree.
And its rooty roots.
The guys found a higher rock. On my blog you can see a video of this.
The second worst picture ever taken of me.
The worst itself: it reminds me of a picture taken of George Senior on Arrested Development.
Sane was catching us off guard.
See.
