Sunday, March 8, 2009
When this walk is over, we go back to the hotel to prepare ourselves for an even more drawn out, excessively tiring, torturously long walk. At the time I wanted to die, and thought I perhaps wasn’t far off death. In hindsight I am so glad we went.
It was two in the afternoon and it felt like nine at night.
There is a local market full of exciting traditional Japanese treasures.
We get lost.
I can barely walk. I cannot feel my shoulders and I am constantly almost fainting. I get back to the hotel at six pm and I feel like hell. I fall asleep immediately, and angrily.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
I walk to the local 'Lawson' (likened to a 7 Eleven) to get some mags and candies, and then it hits me: I'm back in
Our friends from
Despite my expectations we were thoroughly disappointed. It was actually more like a library, and a bad one at that.
I would have looked back on it as a complete waste of time until something that has changed my life completely happened: as we (Adriana and I) sat outside the museum, I apathetically fiddling with my
cameras, I for some bizarre reason put my Holga fisheye lens on my digital camera. This is pretty much (not at all) comparable to the transition from daguerreotype to the Eastman Kodak Brownie; it was a revolution, for me at least.
It's around noon and I am starving, sore and tired, but with the day ahead of us we go for a notably long walk all around the residential
We even see the