tokyo marimokkori

Yep, I've now got two Tokyo marimokkori, thanks to my brother, though I can justify it seeing how my first one, Hachiko is supposed to represent Shibuya, not Tokyo, so my new Tokyo Tower one, technically, counts as a different area.

 

Oh, and I'm also wondering if it's considered cheating if I get my friends to get me the ones from Kyoto and Nara.... Because, I have been to those places before, but I just didn't get them last time since marimokkori wasn't as huge then, and I hadn't started collecting them...

summer soumen & suika school day

Oh Japan. If there's one thing I like more than collecting regionally exclusive, well-endowed phone straps, it's the seemingly random days and events that happen. I guess everything seems random mainly due to the fact I can't understand everything that's said around me, but nonetheless, it makes the days way more interesting.

So today, something was happening with the special ed. class at my school. What exactly, I'm not too sure, but it did involve the kids doing suika wari, which is essentially watermelon piñata-ing,  where a person is blindfolded, spun around a few times, and then with a stick (or in my students' cases, a wooden kendo sword) and are directed to smash a watermelon. Now, one of the pros of being the token foreigner at school, is that I also get asked to be involved with all the activities the special ed. kids do, so I got my fair share of watermelon wacking done as well,  but unlike them, almost everything I do, without fail is followed by surprised exclaimations of "jouzu! (you're really good!)" since they don't expect me to be good at anything Japanese-related. So apparently, I'm also really awesome at breaking melons with wooden sticks.

After some quality squatting around in a circle and eating watermelon time, I headed back  to the staffroom, trying to enjoy one of my last days sitting at my desk during summer holidays. That was, until one of the support teachers for the special ed. class calls my name and motions me to come outside.

 The class had decided on serving nagashi somen, which is normally eaten around summer, so the kids had fashioned a huge bamboo pipe-type thing, supported b some sticks, and connected it to the drink taps on one end, so water flowed down the bamboo, and the other hand finished at the drain. As water flowed through the bamboo, one person placed bundles of somen noodles on the top, and the flowing water carried it through the pipes.

 

Meanwhile, other students and teachers, armed with bowls of spring onions and tsuyu (a soy sauce and stock-based dipping sauce) huddled around the pipes, waiting with chopsticks to catch the noodles going by, dipping them in the tsuyu and eating it fresh. I couldn't help thinking how this couldn't be done back at home in Australia, because of the water restrictions, but at the same time, I was totally blown away by how cool it was. It's made me really keen on finding a real nagashi somen restaurant, with some apparently utilising natural water streams to carry the noodles to customers. 

Oh summer vacation in Japan. Why can't you have more days like this, and less days involving sitting at your desk and doing absolutely nothing?

ninja food

I like food. Which shouldn't be a surprise to anyone who's known me for longer than five minutes. I also like ninjas, which shouldn't come as a surprise either, since... c'mon, who doesn't like ninjas? So, after hearing about the ninja-themed restaurant in Tokyo, I had to go.

Turns out, a  ninja-themed restaurant is probably one of the few themes that actually translates well into a food thing. I mean, I like pirates, but a pirate restaurant definitely doesn't have the same ring to it.

After going there, I can say that I definitely was disappointed... except maybe for the start, when the ninja maître d' (yes, not all ninjas are stealthy and deadly, you know) was telling us that our ninja waiter was hidden somewhere in the room,a dn would reveal themselves. So, after that I was kinda hoping for our ninja to appear in a puff of smoke, or jump down from the ceiling. Unfortunately, after being summoned by a ninja call, our ninja just came through a small door in the wall, which would've been cooler I guess, but we kinda got our hopes up for a more ninja-like entrance.

anyway, I don't want to give the whole ninja experience away and ruin all the surprises, so instead, I'll just post some pictures of food...

 

Ninja Star Grissini

  

Turban Shell à la escargot... 

  

... lit by a fuse!

  

Ninja soup, heated with a 400˚ rock

  

Veal and foie gras à la creme brulée

  

 Frog Cheesecake

marimokkori, the algae ball man

Okay, I'll admit it; I have a phone strap hanging off my phone.... but Japan made me do it! Everyone in Japan has one, from the Harajuku girls to the middle-aged salarymen - it's not just for little girls and those guys with anime hair. I just wanted to fit in, and do what everyone else was doing, be cool... And before you even ask, yes, if Japan walked off a cliff, I would too, okay?

Besides, I was looking for something cool to collect from all the places I visited in Japan. And while all touristy places here seem to sell random cookies and stuff, I decided I wanted something that would last a while.

Unfortunately, unlike my Hello Kitty-obsessed friends, I had less choices in terms of what phone straps I wanted to collect. For a while I was trying to go for a superhero strap theme, but soon enough, I found my Hiroshima Power Ranger (armed with Rice scooper spoons, which Hiroshima is famous for) and my Kobe  Beef Ranger losing their limbs and in a couple of days... For superheroes, not as sturdy or resiliant as you'd expect them to be, which was kinda disappointing. Plus, the superhero straps weren't as easy to find in some of the less touristy places.

Then, I stumbled upon marimokkori, or algae ball man. it's supposed to be a pun on marimo, which are these green round algae ball clusters, found in Sapporo, and mokkori, which essentially means crotch. While only Sapporo is known for marimo, it seems like the rest of Japan is getting on the bandwagon.

 

Hachiko (Tokyo)

  

Takoyaki, Octopus Balls (Osaka)

  

Chinatown (Yokohama)

  

Giant Buddha (Kamakura)

  

Maple leaf-holding Deer (Hiroshima)

  

Lobster (Kanazawa) 

It is kinda weird how each region has released their own region-specific marimokkori, even if they don't have marimo in their area.

But meh, who am I to complain? I've found something to waste my money on when I travel! Yay!

*Update* I've had a few people checking out this page to see my marimokkori collection, so, I figured I might as well add a new "marimokkori" label to my blog, to make it easier to keep track of my (hopefully) ever-growing collection of giant crotch phone straps!

pachinkoing

Yay! I'm in Japan... Still, I guess. But it feels like I'm in a
different Japan since I'm travelling around in places outside of Gifu.
I feel Gifu doesn't really count since the whole mysteriousness and
strangeness of it has already disappeared, which kinds sucks. But
getting out of the prefecture certainly feels like it's injecting new
life into a country I've now been in for over a year.

After meeting up with my brother in Osaka on Thursday night, we spent
the next few days getting lost in the city. I've decided that getting
lost in a city is probably one of my favourite things to do on a new
place, mainly because it seems to mainly consist of walking around
aimlessly, shopping and stopping to eat food. The only downside of
this was realizing how much cooler Osaka is than Gifu for shopping,
but not being able to buy anything, since I lack the money and also
don't want to lug around a bunch of crap as I travel around Japan.

One of the highlights of Osaka: pachinko-ing! Sure, it's essentially
Japanese pokies, and just involves you insetong money and twisting a
knob and holding of on position as balls fly out and drop onto random
holes, but still way more fun and entertaining than playing pokies and
just pulling a handle. We also played this variant pokies, which
involved exchanging money for tokens, and inserting the tokens in a
machine and watching them randomly fall into certain holes on a board.
We did find we were awesome at it too, and were winning quite a bit.
Until we realized we didn't know what we were suppsed to do to
exchange the tokens back into money, or exchange them for prizes. So
instead, we just kept playing until all the coins were gone.

Ah well, I guess that's not how the games supposed to work. Bit hey,
of took a year before I even touched a pachinko machine. I've got the
whole year to work out the 'how to actually win money' thing. One step
at a time!

how to take a crap properly

So, I got a letter the other day from my city hall, saying that I need to go to my local health centre again and do more health tests, so that I'm eligible for the Japanese Health Insurance here. I wasn't too keen to submit myself to more health checks in Japan, seeing how my last medical testing involved me in the reception of a medical center, with a doctor yelling at me "You! Pee in this cup! Toilet! Now! Go!" Apparently, not understanding Japanese is kind of the same as being deaf. And that was also the day I found out that doctor-patient confidentiality isn't quite the same in Japan as it is back in Australia.

So, the next day at school, the office lady at school hands me an envelope, filled with page upon page of medical surveys. Most of which are just "tick this box if you've ever had this disease", which doesn't sound too hard. That is, until you realise you don't know what "tuberculosis", "anemia", and "urinary tract stones" are in Japanese. But meh, it's summer holidays, I've got nothing else to do at school. At least translating  the "symptoms" page and the "medical history" page will give me something to do.

Also, in the packet, I found a smaller bag two small tubes and what appeared to be to small  needles of something. Were they expecting me to do my own blood samples? Because, c'mon, I know Japan's different to home, but even that seems a little weird. So, I decided asking the librarian. (Not because librarians would be well-versed about DIY blood tests, but just because she was around, and seems friendly).

"Excuse me, what's this?"

"Oh. It's poop."

"Um.... poop?"

"Yes, when you go to the toilet, you poop. And you use this."

I opened the bag, and found a brochure giving me directions on how to do something that actually sounds quite disgusting.  Well, it would've been REALLY disgusting, if it wasn't for the cute little turd mascots showing people how to take a crap.

So apparently, before this medical test, I need to take two fecal samples. TWO. So, one two samples, two days apart. The first one, to be stored in a cool, dry place. And, seeing how this testing is in the middle of a 36-degree summer, the only cool dry place in my place has all my food and chocolate in it.

I don't think I'll be eating chocolate for a while.

do you have lunch?

"Do you have lunch?" My favourite science teacher asks. I know it's weird that I call people who are supposed to be my co-workers my teachers, but I feel like I'm in this semi void, where i'm not a student, but not quite a teacher. Plus, when teachers talk to each other, here, they refer to each other as "teacher" when they're around the students, to sound professional and stuff.

I really need to get out of school. It's summer holidays, yet again, but being Japan, all the teachers still have to go to school during summer holidays, even if they have nothing to do, and just sit at their desks all day. Apparently, it's because teachers here are considered public servants, and so, like other public servants, have the same holidays as everyone else. This apparently is a fairly recent thing, which happened after Japan stopped having school on Saturdays. But anyways, because I've been "working" these Summer holidays, I've been bored out of my brain for the last 3 or 4 hours, emailing people, studying Japanese, and finding things to do to prevent my brain from becoming a huge gelatinous lump. So, the thought of an invitation to lunch with one of my nice teachers, sounds like a great way to get away from my desk.

"No, I don't have lunch." I reply.

"Oh." My science teacher says, in a semi disappointed tone. Without saying anything else, he grabs his keys from his desk, and heads to the door with the super happy vice principal.

Minutes later, I realised what just happened. They teach "what do you have for breakfast?" as meaning "What do you eat for breakfast?" So, my science teacher thought that he was actually asking if I was going to eat lunch (and thereby eating lunch with him). Me saying that I didn't have lunch, meant that I wasn't going to eat.

Damn this whole English being ambiguous thing! It causes tons of communication problems. And leaves heaps of people sitting at their desk hungry, while their atrophied brains turn to jelly. mmmm. Jelly.