Asia | Japan | Osaka – Sleep Depervation
Wow, missed a little bit there. I kept falling asleep every time I would attempt to write, or the battery would die, or I dont really know what was going on. I know that I at least attempted to write every day. We made it back to Seoul. Tony is reviewing the photographs that we took. Seeing which ones he wants to put up on his website. It is really funny, because I feel in some ways that I am back home, even though I am really still far from my house. Tonys place here is comfortable, and I know that I am not going to have to pack my bags and go somewhere early tomorrow morning. I will however, have to get up in two days and start the whole airport, traveling thing again. But for now, for right now, I feel safe, comfortable, at home. Sipping on a cup of hot chocolate, sitting on the sofa I have been using as a bed. The sofa is really a love seat, and my six-foot-three frame hangs off both ends. It is lucky that I did some time as a vagabond hippie, or I might be a little uncomfortable. I think the last thing I was writing about was staying up all night and going to those clubs and staying up too late and starting to hallucinate. It isnt really hallucinating, it is more just brushing up with insanity. It is really quite sad. I think it might be from doing too many drugs, or just that I have an overactive imagination, but it happens every time I dont take really good care of myself. Like when I am up all night, or when I am being unhealthy, or when I romanticize drugs or alcohol or any of the other social ills. In some ways it is bad, and then in others it is kinda good, because it keeps me on this level that I safe, and how can I put it, healthy. I have spent so many years chasing after the lie, that now it is really easy for me to slip back into it. Anyway, we left Roppongi, and took a cab to the train station, and rode the bullet train all the way into Osaka. That is where I was writing you the previous days. A funny thing happened at that station. We ran into a friend that we met earlier in Kyoto, Touchi. So we went to the stop and while Tony was talking to him, I for some reason, got on the train and rode away. I was half asleep, and had a slight headache, and had been up all night the night before, and I thought it was our train and that they would be getting on. But then the doors closed and the train started moving and I was watching the talk on the station deck. I started thinking, Dusty, you had better get up and tap on the glass or they arent even going to know where you are. But I was so tired and so lazy that I almost didnt. Well finally I mustered up enough energy to rap on the glass and they looked up to see me rolling away. They told me that at first, they both thought it was some kind of joke, but then they saw that the doors were closed and that it wasnt a joke, and that I was about to take the express train to Kyoto. A half hour each direction. That put us far enough behind that we didnt have a chance at making the plane, so we went into the station and checked into, Tonys dream, a capsule hotel. It was kind of funny really, I think we all knew that we were just so tired, and so frazled. It is sometimes really hard to travel, and you have to be on your toes more often than not or you wander onto a train going somewhere, and you find that you have just been separated from your friend, neither of you have any way to communicate, and neither of you speak anything close to the language of the natives. It was really quite silly. Anyway, Touchi helped us get into the hotel, something we probably were not able to do ourselves, and then left us to our rest. That is where I tried writing again, but I was practically asleep. In stead I pretended like I was finishing up the writing that I had started on the train, just so I would have some kind of continuity with the whole writing and trains and finishing two pages a day. I was pretty sure it wasnt going to happen, but I attempted it anyway. So we spent that night in a capsule hotel. It was a hotel, kind of like a rooming house, kind of a place for the disenfranchised traveler and the down-and-out. This particular capsule hotel was attached to the bus station and was for exclusively the latter. They sounded kind of cool when Tony described them the first time. These little four by four cubicles that the buisnessmen would rent for a quick nights sleep when they were too drunk to get home. He also romanticized them as like some kind of mod future hotel room for the hip younger generation. Neither seemed to be the case. It was more for the homeless that squandered enough money to get into a capsule hotel for the night, take a bath, and get drunk off of the beer in the vending machine in the lobby. Honestly, I dont really know what the place was like, because after I hit the sauna (it did have a nice big public bathhouse) I was too tired to do anything but go to my cubicle, watch the Japanese news, in which I understood not a word, and drift off into the most well deserved sleep of the entire week. We woke up early this morning, caught the standby plane back to Korea, and finished the trip. Everything else, customs, the bus ride home, all that went unmentionably smooth. Really after a few hours of complete blowout insanity, everything else, no matter what it is, is considered smooth. I mean there were moments, that we could have worried about something, the fact that we were low to out of money (or at least didnt want to spend any more) and had to beg our way onto the train. We didnt literally beg, it was more of a grovel. We had paid three hundred dollars for these one week rail passes, that had expired the day previous, and didnt feel like giving any more to the JR Line. Finally we found someone that was willing to accommodate our pleas to let us on that train. That kind of stuff, which may have been mention able, which, now that I have mentioned it, was mention able. So we did it. Sal and I, two thirty-something, generation X nerds, and what ever else catagories you can put us in, went on our own little exploration of the Japanese world. Now we are going to have to find our way back to reality. After spending a little time doing just about whatever you want, and being free to go and do and see and be. It is really hard to go back, at least for me, to go back to doing the same old routine you have been working on for the past, however long. I know that it is that structure that makes trips like this possible, and it is that same structure that makes trips like this one noticeably enjoyable. And it is trips like this that build bonds that last a lifetime. I would imagine that even though throughout the years we may forget some things, that fact that we went exploring Japan will stick with us a little longer. We might forget if we get that raise at our job, or if we filed schedule 1A on time, or if we got an A, B, C, D, or F, on that Calculus Exam. But the times I had out being Dusty, even if only for a short while, will be something I can cherish, well at least until they come and reposes my car for not paying the bills. For being too busy being Dusty, and not busy enough being Dustin. That is a little funny, but a little more true, because that is almost what I am dealing with here. Dusty likes to have fun and play. And Dustin like the perks of being responsible, and getting cars and housed and families. Both in my book are good, both are happy and have good lives, but at the same time, the two are like oil and water, and dont mix in the least. I am still looking for the balance, the symbiosis of Dusty and Dustin. I would prefer to do it before I go completely insane, because I still fear, that is what is waiting for me. Waiting for me to slip, take one step to far in the wrong direction. Dont get me wrong, today is good. Tonight was good too. I ate kimchi at one of the Korean restaurants. Life is good. Tomorrow I focus all my energy on finishing my book project.