My dear Clair has put me to shame with her super regular updating. Therefore, I decided to grace you all with a second update in a week! Woah. This one won't be nearly as epic.

So, yesterday we finally headed into Kok

ura to visit the castle (it was one of the first things I told Pauly that we'd be doing before she even came here). I was kinda worried, because I was excited to go since Dylan and I had walked around the outside before, but since it was closed we didn't go inside and as I kept going on and on about it to her, I kept hoping that it didn't turn out to be super lame. There has been a castle in that spot since the 1600s, but was burnt down in the 1800s. Blah, blah, useless filler so that it looks like I have more to talk about than I actually do. It was rebuilt in the 60s and fully restored in the 90s. Id est, not quite the same as the super old castles in Europe that people have co

me to expect when they hear the word castle. BUT, it turned out that the castle was super cool. They had all of these cool old samurai gear, a bunch of art of tigers (Since this is the year of the tiger! Go Bayside!), a whole bunch of interactive stuff (that made me happy and feel like a five year old - but a five year old who was having a lot of fun) like a game to see if you could properly set a tray of food to serve to someone, and a game to see it you could run faster than a mail currier (Dylan could, Pauly and I could not). Plus, the view out of the windows was amazing, and the gardens were beautiful with all of the trees changing colours. There was also a model of the castle made out of toothpicks. ~150, 000 toothpicks, actually.

Turns out, the word of this entry: SUPER. Isn't that super?

Today, we went down to the mall so Pauly could do some shopping. Randomly, on the way, we ran into Andy, who was on his way home from work and tagged along with us. And I bought a black sweat shirt that says "GOOD CHOICE" across my butt. In bright red, with a line of stars on top and below the words. But it's ok, everyone told me that

they didn't think it brought any attention to my bum. Why would they lie?

As a closing note, the other day Dylan bite my arm and left a tooth shaped bruises. Incidentally, today I read this comic:

I think it is a good representation of our relationship! It is now set as my desktop.

Visitations from afar.

Pauly just made fun of me for how long it takes me to write a entry. I maintain that it is just because of how much thought and love I put into them. That, or the fact that I'm indecisive and suck at writing anything.

Speaking of Pauly, that gal has been taking up almost 100% of our time since I last posted, so I guess I should tell y'all what we've been up ta (which is a little weird, since she is one of the only people who reads this).

Her first two day here, she desperately tried to avoid actually seeing us, so she had 2 out of 3 planes she took have massive delays. I'm pretty sure her trip took about twice as long as it should have. Plus side: she got to spend a night in a hotel in Tokyo and no problems with immigration (a rare thing in our lives)!

Once we actually saw her, we stored her bags (which had literally been bleeding maple sirup - O Canada!) at a train station, and hit the town. The town being Fukuoka, not Kitakyushu, since we don't get the chance to spend much time there anymore. We introduced her to one of our favourite Japanese restaurant experiences - Ichiran. Where you buy a ticket from a vending machine outside, go in and sit down, fill out a form, push a button, and, VOILA!, ramen appears in front of you from behind a curtain. Once our bellies were full, we went and visited Loft, my favourite shopping center. Then we decided that we should at least head in the general direction of our apartment. Dylan dropped off her bags while Paul and I went over to hang with Andrew. Dylan got there a little while later and we played us some Wii for a very, very long time. So long, in fact, that we missed the last train back to our place, so we crashed on his floor for the night (not a super comfy thing to do, since his apartment is not all that big). At this point, she has yet to even see our apartment, so once we woke up, we headed home and spent the day lounging.

Monday, we headed to the zoo! I was pretty excited about actually getting to go, and I spent quite a while singing my zoo song that I'd made up the time Dylan and I had tried to go, but had gotten there as it was closing. The zoo is actually more of a really big park that has a pony area and a kangaroo petting zoo. So, we wandered around for a while and then found out that the park has the most amazing playground! Us, being the grown ups we are, spent about an hour and a half playing. We then realized that if we didn't hurry up, the park would close before we actually got to see any animals, so we walked through their huge rose garden (makes Buchart Gardens look kinda lame) and made our way to the kangaroos! That was pretty super cool, since we got to walk around with all of these kangaroos hopping around us and go into their inclosure and pet them. Around this point, we realized that it was kinda weird that there were this many kangaroos (well over 100), since we were pretty sure that kangaroos only come from Australia, but they were crazy cute, so we didn't mind that too much. I went to pet one who decided that he didn't appreciate that too much, and he kinda charged at me and ran into me with his chest. The zoo lady was super apologetic and dragged the kangaroo in question off to the side, after which he decided to run around like a madman and get about 6 others going with him. It was quite entertaining. Wombats apparently aren't as friendly, so we just got to look at them from behind fences and netting. By this point, the zoo was closing, and we headed back in the general direction of our home (we are big on getting sidetracked). Once we got to the mall, we showed Pauly around the grocery store, I bought a sweater and she bought us some more dishes (yay cups!). We dropped our acquisitions off at the apartment and introduced her to Joyful, the Denny's of Japan, conveniently located across the street from us.

Tuesday, we did nothing.

Wednesday, we went bowling! with Andrew. We played five games. Oy. But it was five games for the price of three, so we really didn't have a choice. After that, we went and enjoyed ourselves some delicious all-you-can-eat shabu shabu. Mmm. Turns out we took a little too long and Andrew missed his last train home, so he crashed at our place. Which is no problem normally, since it is pretty standard for us all to crash at whatever home is closer, but he kinda had to work the next morning. Ooops.

Thursday, we did nothing. Oh, except we went and had ramen for lunch at a place across the street.

Friday, Andrew came over and we all played Settlers and cards. He crashed here again, and in the morning we all headed into Fukuoka since he had four tickets to the art museum there. Not much to say about the art musuem (which you are probably feeling pretty grateful for at this point), since it is one of those things that you have to be there for to find it even remotely interesting. Since we were in Fukuoka again, we decided to take Paul-Face to a delicious kushiage place that we had been to before. Super tired after all of this, so we came home and crashed.

Sunday, surprise surpise, we did nothing. Notice a trend (that kinda got screwed up with the whole art musuem)? Come on now, we aren't made of money here. Wait, we did laundry.

Which finally brings us to today. We got up and headed to Sarakura Mountain, which is about 30 mins. away by train, and boasts the third best night view in Japan. It was puuurdy. We walked up to the cable car, took it part of the way up (it costs more to take it all the way), and walked up to the top. Hung around for a while and came home (on the free shuttle to the train station that would have been real great to know about on the way there). Oh, and finally got to enjoy the kimchi that Dylan had made a few days ago (he REALLY enjoyed it when we were in Korea and decided that he could make it himself).

Tada! Congratulations on yet again making it to the end of a massive update. But I promised my dear Blair, so I decided to deliver. Maybe I should think about updating more regularly, so y'all don't have to read these novels once every few weeks.

The end.

So, for those of you who aren't already in the know, this past weekend Dylan and I took a non-optional trip to Korea in order to be able to stay in Japan. Apparently, you can only get a tourist visa that lasts 90 days, but you can leave the country for a day and get a new one when you come back (you can only do this once though, since you can only be in Japan on a tourist visa for 180 days of a year).

Anyway, I decided that I'd update you all on our trip while Dylan and a friend get started on an all night run-through of Mario Galaxy. That's right. But it's in Japanese, so they can justify it as studying. The friend just bought a Nintendo Wii today. It's black and pretty and Dylan is quite jealous.

Anywho, back to Korea. Friday night, we bordered a ship from the bottom of Honshu. We were quite panicky about making it to the boat on time, since Dylan was on the last day of his visa, but we got there plenty early. The boat itself was pretty cool, since it was an overnight trip and you slept in a room that you were assigned with slightly sketchy, really small futons with between 5-31 other people (I'm sure that the 1st and deluxe class accommodations were nicer). There were also various restaurants, a small shop with the essentials and a large sized common lounge. We met a group of three Japanese guys, two of whom were VERY good at english, and one who understood it well, but refused to speak it. We ended up staying up late with them chatting it up, including asking them for ideas of what we should do in Busan, Korea.

First thing in the morning, we got up and got off the boat. At the suggestion of our friends, we headed towards Busan tower, but wandered around a shopping district on the way. Here, we realized that Korea is much more American than Japan. There was Guess, Calvin Klein, American Apparel, Krispy Kream Donuts, Baskin Robins, as well as a thousand other American shops that I'm forgetting. Pretty much every store was American in this five block area. Seriously. After we had satisfied our amazement at this fact, we made our way to the tower. There isn't too much to say about it, other than it was a tower. It was tall and on a hill (of course), so it had a pretty rocking view. There were the typical tourist things, like a shrine, a dragon statue, and pretty, pretty flowers. One cool thing about it was that there was a museum of world instruments, which we hung around in for quite a while and played with all sorts of cool instruments. On our way down the hill, we noticed a handy escalator going up it. Or it would have been handy if we had noticed it on the way up, instead of walking up a butt-load of stairs.

After our tower fun, we decided to check out Dave's Fish & Chips restaurant. Dylan had read about online the day before while doing a brief search of things to do and it sounded interesting to go to an authentic English fish and chips place while in Korea (Dave was from Manchester). So, we had an adventure with the subway (seriously, who names the station at one end of the line Jangsan and the one at the other end Yangsan?) and went in search of Dave. Turns out, Dave abandoned us. We followed the two sets of directions we had, but Dave and his restaurant were nowhere to be found. By this point, we were quite hungry, so we decided to eat at the first place that looked kinda appealing. We found decent looking Korean restaurant and went for it; we walked in, sat down, and figured out that we were supposed to x-off what we wanted on an order form. A densely packed order form written completely in Korean. Ok. The lady working very helpfully came up to us and motioned that we were, in fact, supposed to x-off what we wanted and left. Hey, interesting fact about Dylan and I: we don't speak or read Korean. Luckily, a man roughly our age walked in and sat down beside us. We had been considering just x-ing things off at random, but decided that might not be a good idea and asked him, rather hopefully, if he spoke English. He made the universal sign of "a little" and off we went (the Korean "a little" english is A LOT more than the Japanese "a little")! We ended up with very delicious Kimchi and equally delicious Bibim (?). Once we were all fed, we headed for the beach to hang out for the remaining hour we had before we had to head back to the boat. Again, not much to say (I sometimes get the impression that I use brackets to often or in the completely wrong way; I'm going to try to not use them for the rest of this entry). It was a beach. Took the subway back no problem, and got onto the boat no problem.

Two of the guys from the trip over were also on our boat back, so we spent a few hours with them and their roommate for the night, Joshua the Australian. He actually made us feel better about ourselves, since he had spent the last three months couch surfing and was headed back to Japan with $20 that he was planning on stretching to last him until his flight home sometime in December. Anyway, morning came, we left the boat and safely made it back home-sweet-Japan no prob.

We decided to take a longer way home that took us through the walking tunnel that connected Honshu and Kyushu, but it turns out that it was closed for cleaning. This made me very, very sad. But on our way to the tunnel, we were walking along the route of a marathon, so we were entertained watching them run their little hearts out. Classical Japanese moment: one of the runners saw us, smiled real big, and said, "Good morning!" Seriously, he was more interested in the two foreigners walking by than the marathon he was in the middle of running. And, since we are in Japan, there was a free bus to take people from one side of the tunnel to the other, via the bridge. We hung around the water after we got off the bus, had some sketchy food, and made our way home.

General impressions from our trip:
-Korea is much better with the whole English thing, as already mentioned.
-A LOT more white people. Seriously, we saw at least 50 or so. This is probably correlated with the last point.
-Again, much more influenced by North America, all the way down to driving on the right side of the road and their sense of fashion.
-Busan is a crazy big city - about 10 times the size Victoria.

If you made it all the way to here, congratulations and I'm impressed and thankful that you care this much! I think I may tend to ramble or give more detail than necessary, but I figure this might be nice for those who are feeling especially Dylan and Tammy deprived.

At the request of our beautiful Alyssa, I decided to update for you all. Nothing mind blowing, mind you, just what we got up to this past weekend.

So, Saturday, Aoki-san and Yuko-san came up for Kitakyushu to visit us. We didn't really have any set plans, so they decided we should go and hangout in Mogiko, a cute little port city at the top of Kyushu, really close to Honshu. It actually reminded us a lot of Victoria - we even saw a busker! We wandered around the touristy walkway right mainly. We saw a man with a monkey dressed up in cloths on a leash. The monkey would bow and clap and basically be adorable. We had lunch at this fancy Chinese restaurant (apparently my culinary palate isn't that great, since I couldn't tell the difference between Chinese food in Japan and Japanese food in Japan). There was also this really tall building that we went up and got to take in the view of the city as well as across the water to Honshu. There is a really gorgeous bridge that connects the two islands, as well as a underground tunnel walkway thing that I'm determined to walk through, because how cool is that? Walking underground from one island to another! All in all, a pretty good day.

Sunday, we met up with a friend, Andy, and a couple of people he'd met, and went to a cultural festival at a local women's university. The girls running the stands seemed to think that three white people where the most exciting thing in the world, and even despite that, the festival was pretty loud and chaotic, in a good way though. A lot of really good food. It was raining though, so that kinda sucked and after a while we found out that a lot of the performances were happening on the other days of the festival. After we were done there, we went to a batting cage of all places at my darling husband's request. We hit some baseballs (and by we, I mean that they did, as I think I only hit maybe two balls), and then we called it a night, deciding not to go to this dance party thing we were invited to.

For those of you not in the know, Tuesday was a holiday here in little ol' Japan. So Monday night, Andy came over and we played Settlers into the wee hours of the morning. In the morning we got up and headed back to the festival to see if we could catch a few of the bands that we'd not gotten to see on Sunday. We ate some more delicious food (one stand that we ate from clapped when we came up to it because they were so excited about the white people eating from them), saw some good (and not so good) music. Andy took off after that, so Dylan and I wandered around the area for a couple of hours since the weather was so completely gorgeous that day.

So, a pretty mellow weekend, but really good.