Visiting Hours

Having ridden my motorcycle through a rice field, a vegetable garden, and then a steep poorly maintained single lane "road" I finally arrived at the mountains peak. There to my surprise, I found a fortress. Its gate was shut, but with no other vehicles around, I assumed it was unoccupied.

After climbing out on a ledge and scaling a short wall, I breached the fortress. Once inside I noticed smoke rising from other side of the court yard and decided to investigate. Rounding a corner I noticed two security guards about the same time that they noticed me.

As usual there was yelling, me running, and for the first time also a dog chasing after me. Luckily I made it back over the wall and off of the ledge before the dog ever caught up with me.
Unfortunately I still had to drive off to make a clean get away. Since my motorcycle had a dead battery, resulting from an incident earlier that morning, I had to push start the motorcycle to get it started. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Push_start)

Next time, I'll observe visiting hours.


Sterile Wrapping

Culinary Adventures have always been a staple of my travels. Last night was no exception, as I wandered from oden cart (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oden) to oden cart tasting this and that.

At the final cart, I was greeted by an old women. I pointed at two pieces of oden and she wrapped them up for me. As I stood alongside her cart eating, some English text on the paper that the oden had been wrapped up in caught my eye.

The first word I could make out was sterile and the second was syringe. To clarify: Some how, some way, this women had gotten the sterile paper used to package a syringe and had decided it was well suited for wrapping up her patrions oden.

For the first time in my life, it was the packaging and not the food that made my stomach turn.