Wochenede This (or last) we have Matt's 21st Birthday celebrated in Fukuoka. Fukuoka is the largest city on Kyushu and full of gaijin (foreigners) that we were not the first time since arriving in Japan stared at by everyone and have taken on almost every corner of gaijin who do not always have our presence as excited as we theirs. I take the weekend together also.
All photos can be found here: http://s1187.photobucket.com/albums/z392/sa-m3/Marijke/Fukuoka/?start=80 # cpZZ1QQtppZZ16
But please look after the entry, because they are not ordered.
Friday night we celebrated at home with quite a few friends and acquaintances from Kumamoto, because not everyone could come to Fukuoka / wanted. Sarah, Marijke and I had baked cakes for Matt in the microwave (that one has to undergo purely times ...) and were, therefore, 1 1 / 2 hours late, what else is unusual for the Germans (for the next day we were once again the first one). This had a first and a disadvantage.
The downside was that pretty much everyone was already drunk (and we do not).
The advantage was that Matt was looking forward so much about the cake, as I've never seen a man happy. We also had a nice gig, "Hey Matt, we brought you cake ... and alcohol! "(Hey Matt, we have brought you cake ... and alcohol) Whereupon all cried out enthusiastically, whether because of the cake or because of the alcohol is sometimes to be seen.
The evening was fun with some conversations with Japanese people (including one who had a German roommate who gave him "sweat your mother when Kacken" German words like shit or taught). We were, however, kicked against 12 by the security staff because we were too loud. So we decided to mate in the house to celebrate further, as his roommate already been there,. Also, this section of the evening was very entertaining and feuchfröhlich ...
met Saturday morning, we (the Germans) to Item 9 clock in front of our dorm together in order to wait on the other, which were of course too late. It arrived one after another: the British, Nadav, Marie-Laure (we were very surprised that they did not have 3 hours late) and Mathieu, who, antanzte place as any other with a backpack, the same with a business suitcase, which he brought in over the weekend much sarcasm. At half past 10 we took the bus to Kotsu Senta, where our bus drove 2 hours from Fukuoka. On the highway we were met by three military vehicles, much to my delight. Our first
Impression of Fukuoka was an Epic Fail:
(Lube = Lube)
Our first route took us to our hostel where we checked. Then followed a dinner at a ramen bar.
Then we visited the shrine in the immediate vicinity of the hostel, which was in a shopping mall (in the pleasant morning PA announcements of the shops were heard).
where we had the chance to be a photo with Japanese children to make kimonos
observed
and a Shinto wedding (something is a rarity in Japan, and the chance to watch a wedding in front of his nose is even lower).
This was followed by a visit to a temple that has a huge Buddha statue. We were led here by three incredibly cool and cute Japanese children who strangely had no fear or inhibition in front of us. They can be seen in the group picture at the top of this post.
went to the temple as it so often this weekend in the Subway, where we saw over the weekend following:
- We have made a vast amount of money
- We found that Japanese vending machines a false ticket bought simply assume again and spit out the money to (which Nadav tried for minutes)
- We twice took the wrong subway and went without a real ticket through the area until we at the right station
arrived - We met several gaijin, including a Briton, who showed us the wrong train
- Nadav terrorized a woman by far too close behind them (ie in her personal bubble) and staring at her and placed in the path also sat next to her. Poor woman
With the subway we went to some park that had a huge lake in the middle, where we went Spatzierer an hour or two. Then came Sarah's Japanese friend from Fukuoka to us (not much over the weekend said, though he had made Sunday's birthday). Then we went to a fast food shop called Freshness Burger. The burgers were disgusting, tiny and too expensive, so we are not going there again.
here after we went to the Fukuoka Tower, where we were as a foreigner's admission discount of 2 € (which exploited Honami, the Japanese woman in our group and passed itself off as a Korean woman). We took the elevator to a viewing platform from where we had a breathtaking view of the city.
That was a kind of hotel or something of that kind, where the following day held a wedding. Was very nice.
After the Fukuoka Tower, the trip went to the hostel, where we moved, waiting for that Mathieu comes out of the bathtub, which he had to make sure yet because we have no bathtub in the residence. With some delay we finally broke up in the city where we first looked for a cheap izakaya and Nomikai booked for an hour (because the Izakaya an hour later, already completed, because now it was 1 clock at night).
In search of a club, we found immediately afterwards in the same building, we met several groups of semi-strong Japanese-Aziz and a group of sumo wrestlers.
The club itself was packed, the DJ was just as incompetent as the one in Kumamoto, the engineers apparently found it funny to put the light on permanently flickering, which I personally all participated in the dancing fun. The most interesting points of this section were only acquainted with an American who in Tôkyô lives and Mathieu pretty drunk. These tasteless Japanese even Justin Bieber had run on the screens in the club ...
we go so the next day. He started with checking out from the hostel, which was delayed by:
- Nadav, who had slept through
- Mathieu, simply because he is French
- Kathy, who lost in the night her Portemonnaine the club and noticed it in the morning
Then we ran
across town to the club to see if he might still open (at 11 clock in the morning ... well almost ...) or if we otherwise could somehow come to the Portemonnaine. We were in a hurry, because from 11 bis 13 clock at a temple a Matsuri (festival) should take place, where you could walk on hot coals in order to be cleansed of sins. Nadav naturally wanted to try the file. The fact was that we missed the walk and we only coal burning wishlists remained.
The way there led the way, Other sec of steps, which took us from sea level to a mountain that was probably the height of the Fukuoka Tower (100m). Here, too, was a Toori that was so small that Marijke was little room below.
top we digested the disappointment of a pause and the beautiful views of Fukuoka. Then we ate something and went on our way to the beach where we stayed from 2 to 4:30, put our feet into the ice cold water and played beach volleyball.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TvS5_rOq-10
It should be a model ...
No, this is not the way it looks!
After a dinner at McDonald's we got Kathy's purse from the club, which opened at 8 in the evening. It was actually still up on all the money in it! That's what I call nice thieves. We got the bus to Kumamoto to 8:30 in the evening and arrived at 11 in Kumamoto, where we found that Sunday drive at this time of no more buses and we had to walk another hour home. on the way home we saw a cat that ate the vomit and climbed through the magic of the university, because we had a detour of 3 minutes too long ...
What I took away from Fukuoka: countless blisters, back pain from my pocket, wonderful photos and memories, a lot of fun!
That was certainly not our last trip there.
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