21/02/11
We couldn't get another night at ninja hostel, so we're staying at one of its partners: 'smile hostel'. We wandered around aimlessly for at least an hour before finding the place. It's not quite as nice (or as awesome) as ninja, but can't complain. We're in a room with a guy from portugal, which me and Sam J spoke to briefly.
Oscar, Sam Rogers and Bryce left to grab the missing bags from the airport. Sam and I stayed at the hostel, I've been trying to get the blog up and failing miserably. Frustrated with the intermittent wifi and super hungry, we left to grab some eats.
We played eenie meenie minie mo with the three restaurants we found, landing on the smallest and the scariest. We opened the rickety door, behind which sat 6 japanese patrons babbling maniacally at us, trying to figure out what we wanted. Eventually, through a complex combination of hand signals, they had served us up some food and some beer. Never have I had a bowl of mince and rice that was that so freaking delicious. A few beers in and we were chatting away with Oma (bar keep), Yoko, Tochan, Yochan, Okacha and Tachan.
All of them spoke to us exclusively in Japanese, then added one english word at the end of their sentence. It was hard to follow but, I think Tachan is some sort of professional mountain climber... They were actually making made it very difficult to eat, with their non-stop babble. We finished our meal, ate some free icecreams, got a picture and headed off.
Photo: check back here soon, I have to get it from Sam's camera :)
We couldn't get another night at ninja hostel, so we're staying at one of its partners: 'smile hostel'. We wandered around aimlessly for at least an hour before finding the place. It's not quite as nice (or as awesome) as ninja, but can't complain. We're in a room with a guy from portugal, which me and Sam J spoke to briefly.
Oscar, Sam Rogers and Bryce left to grab the missing bags from the airport. Sam and I stayed at the hostel, I've been trying to get the blog up and failing miserably. Frustrated with the intermittent wifi and super hungry, we left to grab some eats.
We played eenie meenie minie mo with the three restaurants we found, landing on the smallest and the scariest. We opened the rickety door, behind which sat 6 japanese patrons babbling maniacally at us, trying to figure out what we wanted. Eventually, through a complex combination of hand signals, they had served us up some food and some beer. Never have I had a bowl of mince and rice that was that so freaking delicious. A few beers in and we were chatting away with Oma (bar keep), Yoko, Tochan, Yochan, Okacha and Tachan.
All of them spoke to us exclusively in Japanese, then added one english word at the end of their sentence. It was hard to follow but, I think Tachan is some sort of professional mountain climber... They were actually making made it very difficult to eat, with their non-stop babble. We finished our meal, ate some free icecreams, got a picture and headed off.
Photo: check back here soon, I have to get it from Sam's camera :)
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