Asia | Korea, Republic of | Seoul – or Japan again?
I am back in Tokyo, at an internet café with a printer. I think that has been my biggest challenge with these pages is that I dont have anything to print with. Maybe next trip I will have some kind of tiny portable printer to generate everything I need, no matter where I am. It would even work if I was deep in the African brush. I think that is were my next excursion is going to be. It is either the Olympics in Greece, or Northern Africa, including Egypt and the likes. We met that African safari guide while we were in Tokyo. I am pretty sure still have his number. I just realized also that I would need some kind of power source also, but a power source is easier to come by than a printer. You can plug into the wall just about anywhere as long as you have the right adapters. Yesterday was a very interesting day. I spent the most of it trying to work on my little Quadrangular Chronicle Project, and the other half getting sidetracked by a little Korean girl. Tony sent her over to the house to keep me company, be she acted more as a distraction than any kind of help. Every time I would get started working on my books, or start talking about them she would manage to change the subject. Tony is in the process of changing girlfriends, so I think this is the new prospect. He goes through them like a fish through water. I am in the pre-customs part of the airport. There is like this whole section for people that are traveling in between countries, that they stick you in. It is all fancy and filled with expensive stores that dont charge tax, because technically you are in between nations, and there isnt one country in particular that you can claim to be in. It is like this big bubble. You are inside all this glass, and you can look into other parts of the airport, but can not actually go there without checking into customs. So I am some kind of refuge right now. I am a transient with out a nation to call my own. This time however, I am a transient with some cash in my pocket, and a plane ticket in the other. So I dont really feel like one of the refugees you see on television. More like I a high class refugee. I did feel a little discombobulated while I was on that train, riding off into Kyoto. I couldnt tell anyone that I was on the wrong train, no one understood English. And Tony had all the money, the tickets, and my passport. So for that moment, I felt a little more lost than most times. I think that is the feeling I seek when I go out on these excursions. I like not knowing what is coming up next, or what I am doing, or what is going on around me. In this strange way it makes me appreciate the more stagnant times, and well, it is kind of a rush, being totally lost in this puzzle, trying to work your way out. This little café here is more than just a café. It has little bedrooms that you can go into and take a short nap if need one. It is also covered with sheep. I think the upcoming year is the year of the sheep, or the ram, or the lamb, or all of the above. I just got the OK to use the printer, so I am going to get started printing up my stuff. Then I am going to go out in the lobby and look at all these international hotties. Real spiritual huh? I learned a lot on my little trip to the orient. I learned that these girls are just amazing no matter what part of the world the live in.