You are Japan, I am Godzilla.

Okay, I'm very mad at facebook right now. There are so many more pictures I want to add, but for some reason it is being a real Eric Demrow. I hope there is someone out there who knows what I mean by that. Above is a picture of me in front of Kumamoto Castle. Don't worry, I'll explain a lot down the page. This was a weekend I'm not going to forget. Below is picture of one of the gardens we went and walked around in also in Kumamoto.

Let's name the players in this game. There is me, Darryl (Ice), Darryl's girl (Satski), and Satski's friend (Osko). Darryl asks me to come with him to Kumamoto because Satski has a friend that needs company while he and Satski do dirty things. Being the adventurer that I am, I agree to this offer against nearly all sound reason. Okay, it is hard to tell the story and dance around the truth, I was going to Kumamoto to meet a Japanese girl, and I was "garunteed" it by Ice and Laughin. Little do these clowns know just who they are dealing with, but more to the story.

So we get on the bus trip at 0820, not even 24 hours notice for me to go on this trip. Was I technically allowed to go since I didn't have an overnight liberty card? Well, no, but some things in life are worth risking and sometimes you just think with the wrong head from time to time. Darryl being the salesman he tries to be somehow convinced me that it wasn't that long of a bus trip. 3 hours later we arrive in Kumamoto. It is here at the bus stop we meet Satski, a good looking girl, but when Osko came from out of the woodwork, she just blew Satski away. I won't get into details, but at the initial time I thought I had the better end of the bargain between Ice and myself. I'd almost be a crime to claim my wingman warfare device with a girl like this, am I getting the point across that this girl was very pretty?

Funny thing that should be remembered about Japanese girls. I'll just call it the rule of 10. However old you think she looks, just add 10 years, and that is their actual age. Why a 31 and 32 year old woman was hanging out with a 21 and 23 year old only screams "GREEN CARD" in my head, but whatever, I was just there for the good time I eventually found out I wasn't going to have.

Soon after the bus stop we hike it to Kumamoto Castle (see above and below picture).

Osko is standing next to me and the wannabe ninja. The spear was a cross between plastic and Wal-mart toy. Anyway, the castle was pretty cool. I'm not huge into Asian history so it was hard to really appriciate what I was looking at. All I was trying to do was the only advice I recieved from the boys for "success" which was, "be nice!" Those who know (at least the boys) me can guess who simple that task was.

After the castle we hiked it to a American-ish resteraunt. Not bad except when I had to go #2 after lunch. No, I didn't have to squat for my stool dropping, but I did have to do my business in very tight quarters. Never fun when you can't relax during your basking in the glory time.

After lunch we checked into my hotel. Mine was tiny. Like a picture is posted but you can't see it because my room was so small. Just kidding, but seriously. When facebook finally starts acting like a reliable communication tool I'll post a couple pics of what my room looked like. As Darryl said on the trip home though when he tried to calm me down from my ranting, "You could have least fit two Japanese girls in that bed, dude."

Following the hotel we hit up the garden. This is when my trip would start to take a turn for the worse. I realized that Osko had to leave before dinner so she could attend a business dinner. This was unknown to both Ice and myself, and it changed the circumstances very greatly.

She promised up and down that she would return before the end of the night. I've been jagged around enough times to read between those lines, and I was not a very happy camper from then on. I was a good sport until Osko got off the tram with us on our way back to the hotel. Darryl and Satski "were tired" and needed to rest for a bit. Again, I've played that game enough to know just what the Hell that meant too.

I have to cut this blog post short. I am extremely tired but I can continue to post tomorrow night when I am on watch. I just won't have any pictures. That is actually probably better because the next paragraph starts with me explaining to a Japanese national how to make gin martini straight up...