ōsaka : part two.

Alright! After a long day, we were a little sleepy, but luckily the rain had stopped. We were meeting our pal Zhang for dinner. He is also on exchange in Japan, but is at a different university. I demanded we go out for okonomiyaki.

It was so delicious; I was so excited I took about a million photos.

After we went to find a bar for a drink. Initially we were going to just find an izakaya, but we stumbled across a bar in a dark alleyway that looked much more fun.

There was only one other solitary drinker there, so we made fast friends with him and the bar owner, and decided to stick around for a while.

After a couple of drinks, the other patron announced he was actually a musician and insisted on giving an impromptu performance.

This was followed by us giving a somewhat less impressive performance covering Crowded House, the video of which has mysteriously disappeared… We decided it was time to move on, so went out to see Ōsaka by night. 

Which naturally led to taking the worst purikura ever.

Eventually, we were somehow befriended by some Japanese pilots, who took us to a club. To be honest, it really wasn’t particularly good, so we didn’t stay so long before deciding, having been out for twenty hours, it was home time. With one quick stop.

As the sky got brighter, we skipped home through a quiet Ōsaka.

The next day we were a little tired from the twenty-hour day we had spent the day before, so we had a cruisy morning chatting and wandering. I had a friend’s birthday dinner in Nagoya that evening, so headed off from Ōsaka after lunch. I was very jealous of Natalie and Georgie going to Kyoto while I was going to class, but I knew it would be okay since we would be going to Tokyo the next weekend! Stay tuned!

ōsaka : part one.

Despite being so horrendously behind, I am going to attempt to keep things chronological, or I will most likely never return to explain anything. Therefore, we will begin with Ōsaka! I had been looking forward to this trip for weeks and weeks – not only was it my first time venturing out of Gifu or Nagoya, but I was also going to meet two of my favourite people. I only arrived on Friday evening, but after much shrieking, hugging and jumping, we managed to get out to see a little of the town.

We started going out by going for a wander, but were so enthralled by the sight of the Umeda Sky Building we couldn’t help but be drawn to it.

As the light left the sky we zipped up in glass elevators and through fluorescent passages, until we reached the top.

The view was stunning. Viewing the city from a height, with all the lights, and the Yodo River running through, it somehow felt very Parisian (probably helped along by the romantic nature of the observatory).

 

As it got darker, the lights from the city became more vibrant, although I was a little too distracted by the party going on with my outfit. 

We were all a little tired from travelling so called a fairly early night. The next day the weather looked intimidating, but we headed out enthusiastically for Ōsaka-jō. We just managed to beat the rain.

In the afternoon, we split for a little, with Georgie wanting to experience an onsen, and Natalie choosing to give it a miss. After, we met again to head into Namba for some shopping, but, with soaking clothes and tired feet, eventually finding refuge in a little coffee shop. I am very sad to say that the coffee I braved was the worst six dollar coffee I have ever purchased, but fortunately the company made up for the coffee’s failings.

I will save the evening’s shenanigans for Ōsaka : part two, the release of which can be expected in the next day or two!

apology.

It has been an entire week since I blogged, and truly, I feel bad about it. I had every intention of blogging tonight about my weekend in Osaka, but then I remembered an essay I have to submit tomorrow before I trot along to Tokyo for the weekend. I will try to at least put up a few photos tomorrow before I head off so that you are not inundated with blog posts from me next week (I have almost no plans so will probably be blogging every second day). Sorry for being a terrible friend! This isn't even a long apology post!

biiru.

I have actually just had a pretty poor week (due to a number of factors, including but not limited to the fact my local vending machine is out of Coke Zero), so today I thought I would catch you up on some fun times from a couple of weeks ago I never got the time to write about. So a while back, Orie invited Corey, Cheyenne and I around to her apartment, with the express purpose of drinking beer. The really confusing part of this was that none of us like beer, however, Orie has a strange belief that if you try enough different beers, you will grow to like it. Why, I know not, but out of love for Orie we agreed to give it a go.

In the end we bought something like sixteen cans of beer to try. We weren’t really consuming that much alcohol since we were only tasting each kind, so we had expected to finish our beer tasting in the one night. However, after struggling through six, we were unable to continue, so had to split our beer tasting over two nights. Having suffered through sixteen types of beer, I did have to admit that, whilst I still would not actively choose beer to drink, Orie’s system was somewhat correct. I think that perhaps I am a little more tolerant of the taste of beer than I was previously. Through the process I also realised that tomato beer is very, very strange.

Orie even made a final, surprise, gravity-defying beer (apple jelly, but the resemblance was uncanny), which was without a doubt my favourite beer of the night!

Who knows, perhaps one day I will be a beer-drinker! Or, perhaps it was just the good company that dulled my aversion to the beer.