entfall @ 2009-12-25T00: 35:00
The Panther (RM Rilke)
His gaze, going past those bars
become so tired that he does not think much more.
He feels as if it were a thousand bars and behind a thousand bars no
world.
The soft transition supply powerful,
rotates the very smallest circle,
is like a dance of strength around a center
in a great will stands stunned.
Only sometimes the curtain of the pupils lifts, quietly
-. Then goes into a picture
down through the limbs' intensive stillness -
and hear the heart to be.
memory. I remember exactly how we should get this poem at some point in school by heart, and how accurate it even then I found out for myself - especially the first and third verse. This attitude.
And it is always still present. I could now write, for example, anything about Christmas, about consumption and materialism, kitsch, and trinkets, about terror and family harmony addiction and all the associated emotional entanglements of a single ironic farce and the power of ritualized habits , stress and hassle, Schenk delusion and superficiality, which are miles away from any form of real reflection and honest to each other admitting, of sharing and the simple pleasure, perhaps even on generational conflict, the difficulty of the''live and let live ' 'the clash of different lifestyles, through communication and understanding boundaries (also: dispute avoidance versus confrontation), and so on and so forth, but I might just come as absolutely no sense of it. Things in the way dozens of people have expressed to me a lot better, constantly reading somewhere that it does without the slightest thing. Meaningless. Presumably I'm missing just massively''sense of mission'', as formulated brother always beautiful.
the end, I'm probably just not do-gooders, not an idealist, to me everything is just something of absolute shit. Maybe I'm just the front itself, out of self-protection and convenience, because I do not deal with all these issues must be stressful (and their possible consequences on my behavior), of which I feel so overwhelmed. Because, in all honesty merciless, just clearly do not come easy with a conscious life, that's will be well. It kills me in its fullness. It is condemned as much easier to just run away forever (too hard to fight against perceived wind mills), rather than the whole place (especially the inner demons). But that's the way a try if you want a way off the conventional recommendations and workarounds going to take real ownership, what else did I expect.
Sometimes I wonder where the line is between not be approached in itself, displacing, or whether it is one and the same - and if so, how a human being can survive without (the other but there must be some reasonable way to get the whole input zurande without breaking it).
did I probably just too much afraid of life because they indirectly tell me in a way, again and again with, my death (control release and departure into the unknown) faces. Funny, when the Only, after which it pushes one over and over again, not at the same time or can hardly stand. It is likely that on a deeper level, just another of these conflicts between my feelings and my thinking - the desire for biting intensity is now even with the need for security (which in any case it can not exist, never, what is amusing in the thing actually). I always wanted to be one of those people who burn'', even if then only cold ashes left''is, but I just do not have this insane, seemingly inexhaustible energy. Basically I feel I'm already burned out, for something more than just two decades on this planet. The question I ask myself is whether this energy is just buried somewhere among dozens of psychoses, neuroses, complexes, and heaven knows nor other behavioral mechanisms retracted, locked in the straitjacket of an illusory self-image probably inevitable, and whether I therefore should be free''blow up''only, or whether I should finally settle once and for all so that I can just not be had, that what will perhaps only my ego, for me are nothing more than unattainable dreams.
Yes, soul striptease is yes so much better than social criticism and a great ;-). But my problem is I just always and primarily myself, only then does the rest, even if in the end everything always somehow connected.
After all, these are also issues that come (my impression at least) in the normal inter-personal life so openly rarely ever discussed, and maybe that stuff reads so but at some times when anyone who finds it in part and the perhaps even help? Well, seems unlikely (although I myself feel better at something then sometimes ... so if I feel that I am not the only one, certain things just do not get to the series). What do I do. It does not really matter because I'm doing anyway, which to me is the sense, without great me to think why.
the end, so and so.
''We're going nowhere, all the way to nowhere''
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Rsv Infants Phlegm Cough
The question of why must everything always be so difficult, resonates in me was after her for ages and the answer always to move. It's so hard because I do and it was hard because I know that I am myself, it is even harder. When answering a question, you always think you ahead, you've made a step but I think now: What now?
The answer is there, But what follows? As it follows from this?
I love my parents, so incredible. I must just write here now. Not because I want to specify, but just for me. In the event that I forget again, or simply does not want to admit. They are not perfect certainly not. But who is? I also do not want to. I do not want perfection from anyone. Perfection is impossible.
Our family might seem from the outside, very normal, orderly and easily. But it is not by far. I will not now enumerate our errors, as mistakes, every family. Only, I should grow all over the head again, I will Know that I love her and that she loves me. And they do. With small, almost insignificant gesture. Not even with words, but rich these gestures. There was and is determined also be times where I have the feeling that these gestures do not exist or they are not enough.
have held still on the phone with Angie. Since then she is in Darmstadt, I've not heard from her. It was so great to hear them. It was only then I noticed how much I miss her. But since Petra and Claudia have been there, I could not while talking to her.
With her it's simple. Of course we are both exhausting and we have our quirks. But I with her, always works. No matter when, where and how. It works. And there are such people in my life, a piece of me go right ahead, even if I forget often.
I always wonder how much desire I can still contribute.
I'm still not over the loss of Julia. It hurts every day, sometimes more, sometimes less. Sometimes I imagine what would happen if they were to reappear. How would I react. And every time I'm too angry. Too angry to forgive her, why she is gone forever. To hurt. The one hand I want them to come back, but I doubt me that I could forgive her.
But Anne is back. What is now to be seen not as a substitute. One can not compare it, so it can not be a substitute. It feels good when one is sometimes understood easily. Without much explanation, justification.
Although I wanted to participate in NaNo, I have to cancel it. I do not feel it. What's wrong with writing? Yes, I said, I want to write, I must write. But no.
The question that I can actually, I often ask myself. I know it sounds pathetic, but it employs just me. For me it was always just books but my knowledge is only superficial. Rather trivial superficial. But despite all it's all I have. When I read, I want to make me not necessarily. I want to lose myself and be found, I want to feel, feel differently, I want to be entertained, I want to be understood. I want to have to read a Dostojeswki, so I will only be taken seriously.
and then started writing. Just like that, out of nowhere. It was there and I had something. I had something the others did not have. I had the illusion that I could be I in the letter. Wer auch immer das war, aber es war jemand. Ich war jemand, so kitschig es klingt. Ich habe geschrieben, um zu schreiben. Weil ich Ideen hatte, weil ich Gefühle hatte, weil ich etwas festhalten wollte, was ich anders nicht hätte greifen können.
Und jetzt? Jetzt will ich soviel fassen, dass selbst das Schreiben nichts mehr festhalten kann. Natürlich will ich noch schreiben, aber will ich es noch aus den richtigen Gründen? Oder will ich bloß schreiben, damit ich nicht einen Teil von mir verliere? Gibt es richtige und falsche Gründe? Muss es Gründe geben? Fragen über Fragen. Jedes Mal, wenn ich vor einem offenen Document seats, the feeling comes over me that there is too much. Nothing specific, just in general and banal too much.
is therefore not NaNo.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Navy Blue Couch With White Piping
You should know by now that life is not the same
Am now for two weeks, a "regular student" as the saying goes in my passport. And I can already tell that I am happy with some things, when the three years up to my bachelor over. I mean, nothing can be against "Das Nibelungenlied", but why do I have in front of Middle High German, where the beautiful translation in High German is next? In addition, You can not interepretieren so much into it, as my dear teacher would like. Moreover, to B1, the exercise! Now I know again why I liked before any German. Those who learn this language going to volunteer? Are ye mad?
The rest, so to B3, the lecture and the two exercises to be just wonderful. Because I know again why I'm studying Germanic and not just doing an apprenticeship. With Philo I am still a little overwhelmed, frankly. Our instructor is the only way to throw technical terms around and think we would have all works of moral philosophy regarding long been read and understood. After all, the tutor reassures us a little and mean in a semester, we would talk almost the same.
And the university itself is also nice. Just an old castle. Only the stairs all make a mad, because you need to make any sport more.
Commuting is corrosive, however, really corrosive. Unfortunately I do not currently see the force for an apartment. I also do not know if i have a will, because everything is so ... immature.
The last months were just not nice and since my birthday I feel like everything is always much I put aside have. How much I've always tried that and it does not affect me. And now, now everything is just wobbly. There were big changes, yes, but I wanted to change this forever! Now that time has finally come, it's too much. Probably these thoughts are normal, but what does that mean? Just because many so it goes, it's not important? Not real enough? Somehow, not worrying?
It is ... uff. Exactly. Just uff.
Thomas And it makes me even more easily. Yes, I know I'm starting again from him. I'm sure how I feel about him. On one hand I want to be with him more than anything else. But on the other hand, I know we have no chance. Sometimes it's not enough just something that we feel for each other. Sometimes feelings just do not overcome all barriers, but they cause them.
He says things to me, I hope so. It's unbelievable. However, it does not work. He tells me what he feels, how he fights and he is actually telling me not to want to. He said that I would turn such things to tell him to sagen.Doch I do that I can not. He does not understand. How could they?
I want him so much to say that I love him, but not because I really do. How can someone be wonderful to me and I prepare the return, only suffering? How can he be there for me, hold me, build me, love me, when I always say I do not, get him back on the floor of the facts and so cold I? How long? Therefore, I will tell him. I will make him happy will build it, keep it. I will love him because he loves me. But that is not right. Simply not true. I have committed this mistake once and I'm not going to make it again. Therefore, I will tell him though, it can not.
I should now go on again. Must make a few things for my mother, go to Heine and the Nibelungenlied and read later am back to Bonn.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Do You Have To Tie Jelly Bracelets
entfall @ 2009-10-18T00: 14:00
And then I sit there, hands on the keyboard, would like to write something But once it flows again. Feelings and thoughts such as attack-like flashing lights, a blip blinding light that is already shortly afterwards swallowed by the deep shadows. How pulsating power cables impossible to grasp, even it was not long enough to cut them and leave the hidden content as a flood tide endure. Well, maybe I should stop trying to be lyrical.
Whatever.
Sometimes I have the feeling that''real life''takes place without me, running past me, because I let it pass by, and basically I have no idea of the wild pulse, far from the seclusion . Because so much is that you do not know, my girl.
But if I want to have this thought a little strange reassuring: The wealth of uncertain non-familiar, I can not worry about anything, and anyway scare and that gives me some peace of mind that I would not have otherwise. Let them come easy, just let it happen, then it should be just so ...
attempts to cope with the backlog, try not to backslide and to master those abysmal sharp balancing act that means allowing and acting out of emotions without them (again) to fall. Processing (even with tears, as long as it helps wash away and the suffering).
ie withdrawal and learn, touch me alone with myself as Weggeleit through the dark interior marsh fog, until it no longer hurts - To finally understand this too deeply: If you need a helping hand so you can find them at the end of your arm.
And then I think of Forseti:
~ And so we walk alone through the night to see no light in the distance, follow the mist that wakes in darkness, but sometimes we look at the stars / And so we are looking at hint of darkness, the way in the distant future are not yet ready for the end, because sometimes we look at the stars ... ~
No, I will not stop these parts of the song to be linked to hope, for driving alone feeling, not thinking (diagnosis helps me per se no longer simple), and a look at the stars can in the wake of the memory of the ancient longing to act in such a simple way how comforting it is not a pure thought.
Right now I feel kind of sore, unstable and fragile, hypersensitive, but I can accept that this is for the moment just so that things need their time and I need a lot of patience . Trust. Whatever happens is, at least in my development, and somehow it'll all be - is crucial after all, is already one's own perspective on things, because the world is only a mirror of myself, as I see it appears to me, and how fast is overlooked in the concentration of the blue the green.
Anyway, for years and perhaps decades of ingrained habits do not change overnight, so simple it's not for me, just take Verinnerlichungsprozesse. And there are still many things in regard to which I am unsure and do not really know where I stand in this respect - but for that I'm also still young and have (hopefully) enough time to find out . Well, I try to be lenient, and - no matter how hard it often occurs to me - letting go of the past, the familiar'' Misery''to finally turn their backs. Because I'm so sick of easy to sacrifice any more positive and negative expectations of the value and opportunities of the moment - the world and the people owe me anything, but I stand my life was also not entirely powerless gegenü calcd That and a deep need for inner peace, after all the ripping winds and all the self-destruction.
one yet to go beyond the narrow framework and to be able to breathe, freedom to feel in the blood.
And then I sit there, hands on the keyboard, would like to write something But once it flows again. Feelings and thoughts such as attack-like flashing lights, a blip blinding light that is already shortly afterwards swallowed by the deep shadows. How pulsating power cables impossible to grasp, even it was not long enough to cut them and leave the hidden content as a flood tide endure. Well, maybe I should stop trying to be lyrical.
Whatever.
Sometimes I have the feeling that''real life''takes place without me, running past me, because I let it pass by, and basically I have no idea of the wild pulse, far from the seclusion . Because so much is that you do not know, my girl.
But if I want to have this thought a little strange reassuring: The wealth of uncertain non-familiar, I can not worry about anything, and anyway scare and that gives me some peace of mind that I would not have otherwise. Let them come easy, just let it happen, then it should be just so ...
attempts to cope with the backlog, try not to backslide and to master those abysmal sharp balancing act that means allowing and acting out of emotions without them (again) to fall. Processing (even with tears, as long as it helps wash away and the suffering).
ie withdrawal and learn, touch me alone with myself as Weggeleit through the dark interior marsh fog, until it no longer hurts - To finally understand this too deeply: If you need a helping hand so you can find them at the end of your arm.
And then I think of Forseti:
~ And so we walk alone through the night to see no light in the distance, follow the mist that wakes in darkness, but sometimes we look at the stars / And so we are looking at hint of darkness, the way in the distant future are not yet ready for the end, because sometimes we look at the stars ... ~
No, I will not stop these parts of the song to be linked to hope, for driving alone feeling, not thinking (diagnosis helps me per se no longer simple), and a look at the stars can in the wake of the memory of the ancient longing to act in such a simple way how comforting it is not a pure thought.
Right now I feel kind of sore, unstable and fragile, hypersensitive, but I can accept that this is for the moment just so that things need their time and I need a lot of patience . Trust. Whatever happens is, at least in my development, and somehow it'll all be - is crucial after all, is already one's own perspective on things, because the world is only a mirror of myself, as I see it appears to me, and how fast is overlooked in the concentration of the blue the green.
Anyway, for years and perhaps decades of ingrained habits do not change overnight, so simple it's not for me, just take Verinnerlichungsprozesse. And there are still many things in regard to which I am unsure and do not really know where I stand in this respect - but for that I'm also still young and have (hopefully) enough time to find out . Well, I try to be lenient, and - no matter how hard it often occurs to me - letting go of the past, the familiar'' Misery''to finally turn their backs. Because I'm so sick of easy to sacrifice any more positive and negative expectations of the value and opportunities of the moment - the world and the people owe me anything, but I stand my life was also not entirely powerless gegenü calcd That and a deep need for inner peace, after all the ripping winds and all the self-destruction.
one yet to go beyond the narrow framework and to be able to breathe, freedom to feel in the blood.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Catchy Slogan To Put On Sweet 16 Thank You Card
The road to recovery in Tokyo Khaosan
The reports on Tokyo are still not there, yes, but now I am taking the directions to the hostel ready, because up to two people had asked for it.
Aaaaalso, the U-Bahn station which is closest to the Khaosan is (confused with Asakusa-bashi) lead Asakusa, where two lines down: the Asakusa Line and Ginza Line. I suggest you take the Asakusa Line and then the output of A2 (there is also an elevator and opposite a Conbini).
Output:
you then move over the blue bridge across the river:
look to your left you here this red bridge:
If you take the Ginza Line and the output 4, you go over this bridge, on the great golden daikon to:
really care, but Asakusa is shorter. With heavy luggage absolutely preferable.
If you have crossed the blue bridge (or are under the red bridge is a Stüßck went back on the river), you come to this intersection:
The street where the cars come out just because you want pure, so that their let the Mercedes Benz on your left (you can orierentieren well tuned). Moreover, on the corner next to the blue bridge, a small Koban. ( still here times from near the Mercedes.)
down the road ...
... up to this little three-way junction, follow the major road. Linek street recommended
Just a little further, because you want left into this small street, there where this traditional-looking Japanese house is:
Thus, the street looks:
See that white sign on the tree? Since you want to turn right.
And then you can shield from the red Khaosan also can see,
So, I hope this helps. =)
Have fun in Tokyo!
The reports on Tokyo are still not there, yes, but now I am taking the directions to the hostel ready, because up to two people had asked for it.
Aaaaalso, the U-Bahn station which is closest to the Khaosan is (confused with Asakusa-bashi) lead Asakusa, where two lines down: the Asakusa Line and Ginza Line. I suggest you take the Asakusa Line and then the output of A2 (there is also an elevator and opposite a Conbini).
Output:
you then move over the blue bridge across the river:
look to your left you here this red bridge:
If you take the Ginza Line and the output 4, you go over this bridge, on the great golden daikon to:
really care, but Asakusa is shorter. With heavy luggage absolutely preferable.
If you have crossed the blue bridge (or are under the red bridge is a Stüßck went back on the river), you come to this intersection:
The street where the cars come out just because you want pure, so that their let the Mercedes Benz on your left (you can orierentieren well tuned). Moreover, on the corner next to the blue bridge, a small Koban. ( still here times from near the Mercedes.)
down the road ...
... up to this little three-way junction, follow the major road. Linek street recommended
Just a little further, because you want left into this small street, there where this traditional-looking Japanese house is:
Thus, the street looks:
See that white sign on the tree? Since you want to turn right.
And then you can shield from the red Khaosan also can see,
So, I hope this helps. =)
Have fun in Tokyo!
Monday, August 3, 2009
How Long Do You Have Egg White Cervical Mucus
I'm trying so hard not to fall apart, but I am, I am ..
This is difficult now, because that is the truth.
I'm scared and I am tired to do so, as I had none. I'm scared and am sorry that no one understands. I think together. I consider myself more firmly together with each piece, breaking it. I think together.
The last few weeks, indeed the last few months I have tried to heal me. I tried to accept that every wound is deeper when it is thrown open again. 'm Trying to understand that each injury needs time to heal. I tried to give me and my wounds this time. But I can not ignore the pain, I can not run away from him, but I can not even cure times. I have to learn to live with him. I need to learn that he is a part of my life, a part of my self. And above all I have to learn that he is not my life. I'm trying to make my pain. But I fail. Fail again and again and again and again.
I am no one to share his pain. I am no one wants others to know of my pain. I do not want pity. I do not have any more sympathy. In my life I was teased, kicked, pushed, spat on, pelted and insulted. I've already recognized as a child that it is worse when you show his pain. This one shows more area. More space means more suffering. I will not face any more. I do not know what was the worst or is. The insults and violence or the compassionate eyes of others. I do not know what hurts more. I am sorry to think about it. I am sorry to be who I am. I am sorry that I have myself made me.
I know that many of my problems are not really problems. I know that I can dramatize. That they are not simply necessary are. I know that I'm fine would have. I know I should be content with my life. I know that my pain is nothing compared to others. Yes, I suffer. Yes, I hurt. Yes, I hurt. Yes, I have lost and will also lose. But what does this mean? That's part of being human. It is one of them and many are clearly in order to accept it and live a good life. Why must I be so weak and it can not? Why I can not even be as strong as I want to be? I should not suffer as I do. I should not because I have no reason, indeed no right. I should be good to go.
Thomas is right when he says that there are people in my life, wishing that I feel good. I know that I wish I could go well. Just for them. But I can not bear it. I can not stand the pain, personal injury, the grief, disappointment, loss, and even the burdens of others, and I bear my burdens. I endure all this. But I can not stand it when someone my pain, my suffering, my burdens with. I bear everything but that. Can you blame me for that? Can we say that it is wrong? Everyone can not bear anything. Each has its weak point. And this is mine and I allow myself. Maybe - probably - I'm broke it. Allow me this is a weakness, the other by me united. He sums it up.
And as long as I have this weakness, I will never be able to maintain friendships and relationships to lead. I know that one must communicate. You must give and take. There must be a balance. It must. But as long as I keep this balance can not, can not build, I will be alone. This knowledge is bitter, but true.
I thought long ago that I would long since have broken long ago broken, powerless and at the end. But now I know it will never get that far. I'm always a little bit more break, always go a bit more broken. But I will never stop completely. Not because I do not want or can break. I'm not ready. I am not prepared to be at the end, for every end is a beginning. I am not prepared to start over. And I will continue to keep me together, even though I break. I will keep myself together.
This is difficult now, because that is the truth.
I'm scared and I am tired to do so, as I had none. I'm scared and am sorry that no one understands. I think together. I consider myself more firmly together with each piece, breaking it. I think together.
The last few weeks, indeed the last few months I have tried to heal me. I tried to accept that every wound is deeper when it is thrown open again. 'm Trying to understand that each injury needs time to heal. I tried to give me and my wounds this time. But I can not ignore the pain, I can not run away from him, but I can not even cure times. I have to learn to live with him. I need to learn that he is a part of my life, a part of my self. And above all I have to learn that he is not my life. I'm trying to make my pain. But I fail. Fail again and again and again and again.
I am no one to share his pain. I am no one wants others to know of my pain. I do not want pity. I do not have any more sympathy. In my life I was teased, kicked, pushed, spat on, pelted and insulted. I've already recognized as a child that it is worse when you show his pain. This one shows more area. More space means more suffering. I will not face any more. I do not know what was the worst or is. The insults and violence or the compassionate eyes of others. I do not know what hurts more. I am sorry to think about it. I am sorry to be who I am. I am sorry that I have myself made me.
I know that many of my problems are not really problems. I know that I can dramatize. That they are not simply necessary are. I know that I'm fine would have. I know I should be content with my life. I know that my pain is nothing compared to others. Yes, I suffer. Yes, I hurt. Yes, I hurt. Yes, I have lost and will also lose. But what does this mean? That's part of being human. It is one of them and many are clearly in order to accept it and live a good life. Why must I be so weak and it can not? Why I can not even be as strong as I want to be? I should not suffer as I do. I should not because I have no reason, indeed no right. I should be good to go.
Thomas is right when he says that there are people in my life, wishing that I feel good. I know that I wish I could go well. Just for them. But I can not bear it. I can not stand the pain, personal injury, the grief, disappointment, loss, and even the burdens of others, and I bear my burdens. I endure all this. But I can not stand it when someone my pain, my suffering, my burdens with. I bear everything but that. Can you blame me for that? Can we say that it is wrong? Everyone can not bear anything. Each has its weak point. And this is mine and I allow myself. Maybe - probably - I'm broke it. Allow me this is a weakness, the other by me united. He sums it up.
And as long as I have this weakness, I will never be able to maintain friendships and relationships to lead. I know that one must communicate. You must give and take. There must be a balance. It must. But as long as I keep this balance can not, can not build, I will be alone. This knowledge is bitter, but true.
I thought long ago that I would long since have broken long ago broken, powerless and at the end. But now I know it will never get that far. I'm always a little bit more break, always go a bit more broken. But I will never stop completely. Not because I do not want or can break. I'm not ready. I am not prepared to be at the end, for every end is a beginning. I am not prepared to start over. And I will continue to keep me together, even though I break. I will keep myself together.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Gatsby Hair Products Melbourne
24th July
Now I'm kind of tired, it does not even isses 11h. The wireless connection here in Khaosan, the hostel in Tokyo, is not quite as awesome, so is a long time (most recently in February) again required in Word.
am to 6 hours early I got up, because the departure from Shizuoka was imminent. As were so fast the last things packed, brought futon, blanket and curtains down and handed the keys to a transfer to the uketsuke to Rebecca. Some folks are especially for me in the morning got up early to say goodbye. =) Rebecca came with me even up to the station, if only because of what Luggage was great. I could not have breakfast, I felt really bad. After ten months suddenly break ... because I had emotionally sensitive stomach just a little rebel.
After some time in the Shinkansen, the better. The ride was pleasant and just so wonderful! Did I mention that it takes just ne hour? Even great. In Tokyo, I then got my luggage with great difficulty dragged to the hostel. The track is not that far, but if every staircase walking a struggle and is the opposite of relaxing, it has been dragging on. And the suitcase, my backpack and laptop together make quite a bit of weight. At last I was in
Khaosan same facilitated in two ways - Firstly because of the baggage, secondly because there was another step done. ^ ^;; The people here are really nice. Looking forward when I speak Japanese jump, but immediately to English if I do not quite get out what. And they are totally sweet thanks that I am for the second time there.
I am in the morning arrived, could not but into the room. So I got my laptop front given at the reception, the rest at the designated area (?) Stowed and am gone off (second time) to explore Tokyo. This
times better informed than at my last trip with Jasmine and Angela, I wanted to again visit those places that beat the hearts of anime fans higher let: Akihabara and Ikebukuro.
For those who know little about Tokyo is perhaps worth noting here that the city consists of several parts, each forming a separate center for themselves and differ in character and the course contents.
Akihabara is also known as "Electric Town" known as a techno-nerd is here to advise you so well. The other side of this area is the otaku culture, that is anime, manga and gaming. Although one can easily graze at random the "main street" area, but better yet, if you know about what you want. In between, you can still stop often enough (I know what I'm talking about). I had the Animate last time already viewed with Jasmine and Angela, and is definitely worth a visit, so much stuff in one place! This time I also wanted to Madarake, and which can be found not so easy. I've got me with photos can be from someone in a lj explain community and thus successfully achieved my goal (in case anyone is interested. Street on the main the red Taito building is easy to find when you stand before you look diagonally left across the street this narrow street you have to clean - just across the street comes running when grad nix as far and wide is no traffic light and make it so all Japanese -. Mandarake the then comes shortly after on the right side of good Watching it is a little flashy black building).
After that I was ever very happy with me (but you do not want to know how severely I am wrong in spite of rum XD card). But more and more interesting in Ikebukuro waited on me, so I got me a metro connection picked out and am going on. Thus, a metro map is strongly recommended that helps. Also useful imho is a day ticket, the best combination for the Tokyo Metro and Toei Line, which are in fact two different clubs. JR (Japan Railways) is not in there of course, if you will then use the Yamanote line, but you have to solve new (by the way, for those who's not know the Yamanota line is a train line, the in a circle (in both directions) by Tokyo moves - so you can just stay seated, if you like * laugh *). Anyway, Ikebukuro! For fans of the variety Manga as I like them a must to navigate and much easier and clearer than Akihabara. From the subway out toward Sunshine (a very very big high-rise building, to not fail) and follow the road (either Green Avenue or to the right going on an angle like this, which is colorful and funny), then get there automatically
a) the Sunshine
b) four K-Books stores
c) the Mandarake ( my kind of store!)
The Mandarake housed totally cute, but you have to gaze you! Which to also hangs a large map, which leads one to the K-Books. ^ ^ X cards can not hurt here, but as I said, it is quite easy to find (and I say, with my sense of a dead cat).
I was now done already to some extent, feet and hips began to complain loudly. Nevertheless, I still have the Yamanote Line to Shibuya taken, but because I realized that I need a detailed map of the region would, that's the bustling corner that I've ever seen, and I'm only just now out of the station out! Well, this is Shibuya well known, so that goes well okay. In young people, this district particularly popular.
So I'm so empty-handed in the direction of Khaosan, but broke as I was that fit precisely. Fortunately, I can take from there the Ginza line direct to Asakusa by. ^ _ ^ X On the way back then was too quick dinner and breakfast the next Conbini organized, then we went back at last.
has picked up The conclusions I was then pointed out that tomorrow is fireworks, and I was sad that I miss the in Shizuoka! Fireworks in Tokyo but is sometimes cool. I can here from the roof of the gaze, but must be back to 4 h, then, should be the streets so congested that it is no longer. Wow! But real love of the people here, a helping uttered them. =)
So unnu is really time for the bed. XD
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Find A Combination To A Casehard Lock
departure must stress
23rd July
Sooo, my last evening in Kaikan.
Finally everything is packed ready and vacuumed the room, the bathroom wiped (coarse). At first I thought
that I would still have good space in your suitcase, but then I've always found that things still had to clean (one would think the room would be small enough to keep track), and finally I was two pounds over it. * Sigh * So I'm theatrical but still packed a package (with clothes, the second pair of shoes like), love that Rebecca is the day they will send for me. Land or mitd ship em, of course, cheapest method even if it is then take two / three months.
Haach! Tomorrow's starts at 7:30 here 8:36 is my Shinkansen to Tokyo (we only treat anything), would take a normal train) is much longer and would with all the baggage and bad cumbersome. Rebecca makes me even more to the station, so I drag my luggage must not only by the bus. Half past seven in rush hour because the buses are jam-packed. = /
Bomi (from Korea) has just cooked for us and unfortunately I had while rumflitzen was all the time, so the packing. Lavender (from India) is then also just in time to come back from their trip, that we could say goodbye.
I've done well, all too necessary, to write the book that I have made the good people at home. Since then come later still photos of all the pure and generally from Shizuoka.
Oh, in this context: Jasmine has made a slideshow of pictures for me and together with music, you are allowed you appearance when I'm back home (or I read it high times on youtube).
I should also mention that today I had two tests, both went well. =) Harasawa-sensei I was actually testing the next week would have been due rather as (...) can now write, and I was worried because little learning time made the test was really easy. 've Learned but also the right degree. XD
Um yes, tomorrow to Tokyo! = D
23rd July
Sooo, my last evening in Kaikan.
Finally everything is packed ready and vacuumed the room, the bathroom wiped (coarse). At first I thought
that I would still have good space in your suitcase, but then I've always found that things still had to clean (one would think the room would be small enough to keep track), and finally I was two pounds over it. * Sigh * So I'm theatrical but still packed a package (with clothes, the second pair of shoes like), love that Rebecca is the day they will send for me. Land or mitd ship em, of course, cheapest method even if it is then take two / three months.
Haach! Tomorrow's starts at 7:30 here 8:36 is my Shinkansen to Tokyo (we only treat anything), would take a normal train) is much longer and would with all the baggage and bad cumbersome. Rebecca makes me even more to the station, so I drag my luggage must not only by the bus. Half past seven in rush hour because the buses are jam-packed. = /
Bomi (from Korea) has just cooked for us and unfortunately I had while rumflitzen was all the time, so the packing. Lavender (from India) is then also just in time to come back from their trip, that we could say goodbye.
I've done well, all too necessary, to write the book that I have made the good people at home. Since then come later still photos of all the pure and generally from Shizuoka.
Oh, in this context: Jasmine has made a slideshow of pictures for me and together with music, you are allowed you appearance when I'm back home (or I read it high times on youtube).
I should also mention that today I had two tests, both went well. =) Harasawa-sensei I was actually testing the next week would have been due rather as (...) can now write, and I was worried because little learning time made the test was really easy. 've Learned but also the right degree. XD
Um yes, tomorrow to Tokyo! = D
Monday, July 20, 2009
Liturgical Dance Clothes For A Wedding
Where "Fujiyama" said ...
20th July
has used it more often heard in Germany, now a little less, the word "Fujiyama". This refers to the mountain, which the Japanese call "Mount Fuji", in German would be "Fuji" but absolutely correct, "Fujiyama" is not. Where one may still "Fujiyama" say, is in Fuji Q Highland , an amusement park said naha favorite mountain in the Japanese, where there is a fancy roller coaster with the name.
This morning we have - as always damn early, with Yuki taken to the station (ie Rebecca and I) and with the bus going towards Fuji Q Highland , which were about two hours. Once there, we went to also equal to the first roller coaster and from then on, one by one. =) As the place is located slightly higher than Shizuoka, it was noticeably cooler, thus the long queue was barely tolerable. Incidentally, the Disneyland one is more on to more boring rides. Was certainly very funny and the railways which already had it, at least for the first time the flume was so moisturizing that front for 100yen city's thriving ponchos were issued, and they were really good and helpful thing. Assuming the part does not break at the crucial moment so that with soaking wet pants is standing there. Three times you are allowed to guess who the event was allowed to join at first hand. ^ ^;; Well, was so warm and I had while we were queuing at the "Dodonpa" time to dry. The accelerated part in a little quality seconds from 0 uf 172 km / h, no kidding! = D
On the way back I'm taken in the bus was really tired. Also what does hip hurt by the many stops, but still limited.
And now write essays! > _ \u0026lt;X
20th July
has used it more often heard in Germany, now a little less, the word "Fujiyama". This refers to the mountain, which the Japanese call "Mount Fuji", in German would be "Fuji" but absolutely correct, "Fujiyama" is not. Where one may still "Fujiyama" say, is in Fuji Q Highland , an amusement park said naha favorite mountain in the Japanese, where there is a fancy roller coaster with the name.
This morning we have - as always damn early, with Yuki taken to the station (ie Rebecca and I) and with the bus going towards Fuji Q Highland , which were about two hours. Once there, we went to also equal to the first roller coaster and from then on, one by one. =) As the place is located slightly higher than Shizuoka, it was noticeably cooler, thus the long queue was barely tolerable. Incidentally, the Disneyland one is more on to more boring rides. Was certainly very funny and the railways which already had it, at least for the first time the flume was so moisturizing that front for 100yen city's thriving ponchos were issued, and they were really good and helpful thing. Assuming the part does not break at the crucial moment so that with soaking wet pants is standing there. Three times you are allowed to guess who the event was allowed to join at first hand. ^ ^;; Well, was so warm and I had while we were queuing at the "Dodonpa" time to dry. The accelerated part in a little quality seconds from 0 uf 172 km / h, no kidding! = D
On the way back I'm taken in the bus was really tired. Also what does hip hurt by the many stops, but still limited.
And now write essays! > _ \u0026lt;X
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Heart Attack Get Well
temperature difference
19th July
That was the other day ... I had to run the web radio and the man announces for Cologne "summer 27 °" on. I look at my air conditioning, there were also 27 °; in my room it was cool. Yesterday afternoon it was 30 degrees and Niki and I were glad it had finally cooled down what.
I'm looking forward to German temperatures. XD
19th July
That was the other day ... I had to run the web radio and the man announces for Cologne "summer 27 °" on. I look at my air conditioning, there were also 27 °; in my room it was cool. Yesterday afternoon it was 30 degrees and Niki and I were glad it had finally cooled down what.
I'm looking forward to German temperatures. XD
How To Beat Nabooti Safari
Oden and sweets
18th July should
There's actually stuff happening so I probably write something, scon sake of completeness. Friday I had my last lecture at Takenoshita, and because so uch Gerhard is now no longer in Japan, we had our Prof, we would need a farewell party. So without further ado has been made to the University in the City and Takenoshita us without our really bad then added subtle hints expatiate Oden dragged into a restaurant. The restaurant itself was very cute, the kind of small restaurant in a back alley that can be found without a local and not where the food tastes like nuts, provided nuts makes Oden. I for one am very thankful that this part of Japanese cuisine has not made it to Germany. What is Oden? These are various ingredients (such as daikon (radish sort of), Konnyaku (disgusting, slimy, tough), geochtes egg, potato, etc) that are cooked in a broth rather long. Shizuoka is famous for his odes, but I need not so fast again. -_-X Apart from the fact that I was forced too much Essner, which then was not even really tasty, and of non-alcoholic drinks only green tea and oolong tea, gave the evening was okay. Besides Takenoshita another Japanese from the course was about a Chinese woman and we three Germans (Rebecca, Gerhard and I), later Grant and Alexis have also looked briefly inside. We had a chat was nice, really nice, but the food just ... well, what I was already bad later.
Right now my stomach is not quite happy with me, but it is not now the odes to blame. In Park (a larger department store in the city), there are the so-called "Sweets Paradise", an all-you-can-eat for candy and a few hearty stuff, and Niki and I were there for some time to go there. ... Eating more than an hour. We are there from gekugelt like pigs. ^ ^;; No wonder my stomach is complaining, constantly this overload.
we were just in "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince." Well, book containing films, one should not expect too much. As always, moderately (imho) important scenes missing, but the thing is done. Still okay. Now I'd just like to "Wolverine" see ...
18th July should
There's actually stuff happening so I probably write something, scon sake of completeness. Friday I had my last lecture at Takenoshita, and because so uch Gerhard is now no longer in Japan, we had our Prof, we would need a farewell party. So without further ado has been made to the University in the City and Takenoshita us without our really bad then added subtle hints expatiate Oden dragged into a restaurant. The restaurant itself was very cute, the kind of small restaurant in a back alley that can be found without a local and not where the food tastes like nuts, provided nuts makes Oden. I for one am very thankful that this part of Japanese cuisine has not made it to Germany. What is Oden? These are various ingredients (such as daikon (radish sort of), Konnyaku (disgusting, slimy, tough), geochtes egg, potato, etc) that are cooked in a broth rather long. Shizuoka is famous for his odes, but I need not so fast again. -_-X Apart from the fact that I was forced too much Essner, which then was not even really tasty, and of non-alcoholic drinks only green tea and oolong tea, gave the evening was okay. Besides Takenoshita another Japanese from the course was about a Chinese woman and we three Germans (Rebecca, Gerhard and I), later Grant and Alexis have also looked briefly inside. We had a chat was nice, really nice, but the food just ... well, what I was already bad later.
Right now my stomach is not quite happy with me, but it is not now the odes to blame. In Park (a larger department store in the city), there are the so-called "Sweets Paradise", an all-you-can-eat for candy and a few hearty stuff, and Niki and I were there for some time to go there. ... Eating more than an hour. We are there from gekugelt like pigs. ^ ^;; No wonder my stomach is complaining, constantly this overload.
we were just in "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince." Well, book containing films, one should not expect too much. As always, moderately (imho) important scenes missing, but the thing is done. Still okay. Now I'd just like to "Wolverine" see ...
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
How To Pin Hot Curlers
How time flies
15th July
It feels not so, it's as if I were a full ten months of been away from home. Actually been quite a long time, almost a year. From the feeling it could also only two or three months have been. I thought that I first noticed at home, long as that was really when you see what it's all has changed, friends have new inside jokes and everything is unfamiliar. But the knowledge of the elapsed time is coming a little earlier, with me yesterday and today. I have just got the (hopefully) last packet sent in the home, full of winter clothes and books. And the amount of new stuff angeschafftem (over 20 books) but then I realized that this was not a short trip here. XD Now I express myself fingers crossed that the rest of the stuff together is not the limitation of baggage ud hand luggage beyond, are 20kg so really not sooo much. On the other hand, was my great package at a mere 12 kilos. Well, the case still brings something dead weight, but I'm confident. What do you think you can be sure already: even with the ship is not Gerde the cheap. When sending one has the choice between the aircraft, SAL and sea, which of fast and slow and expensive to ... not as expensive but still nasty enough. ^ ^;;'m Curious, when my things will roll along at home. I personally hope so, that some things are certain in September for my birthday at home ... I think I make great omiyage-sharing. * Laughs *
To go back to adjust at home I currently listen Radio Cologne online. Cologne messages. XD But if you listen there too long, repeat only, lol.
15th July
It feels not so, it's as if I were a full ten months of been away from home. Actually been quite a long time, almost a year. From the feeling it could also only two or three months have been. I thought that I first noticed at home, long as that was really when you see what it's all has changed, friends have new inside jokes and everything is unfamiliar. But the knowledge of the elapsed time is coming a little earlier, with me yesterday and today. I have just got the (hopefully) last packet sent in the home, full of winter clothes and books. And the amount of new stuff angeschafftem (over 20 books) but then I realized that this was not a short trip here. XD Now I express myself fingers crossed that the rest of the stuff together is not the limitation of baggage ud hand luggage beyond, are 20kg so really not sooo much. On the other hand, was my great package at a mere 12 kilos. Well, the case still brings something dead weight, but I'm confident. What do you think you can be sure already: even with the ship is not Gerde the cheap. When sending one has the choice between the aircraft, SAL and sea, which of fast and slow and expensive to ... not as expensive but still nasty enough. ^ ^;;'m Curious, when my things will roll along at home. I personally hope so, that some things are certain in September for my birthday at home ... I think I make great omiyage-sharing. * Laughs *
To go back to adjust at home I currently listen Radio Cologne online. Cologne messages. XD But if you listen there too long, repeat only, lol.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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京都!
12th and 13 July
I had decided to ride the train to Kyoto, yet the expensive Shinkansen (Japan's ICE, just kind of great) to avoid the costs involved. A trip has cost so just 5500 yen, but took five for hours. Therefore, the Sunday started very early at 5:00 clock in the morning. * Yawn * At seven I then made my train in Shizuoka and went off's:
静冈 Shizuoka (6:48)
Hamamatsu 浜 松 (8:03 to 8:10)
Toyohashi 豊 桥 (8:45 to 9:09)
Ogaki 大 垣 (10:31 to 10:46)
米 原 Maibara (11:20 to 11:22)
京都 Kyoto (12:13)
The station hatte Deko zum Thema Osamu tezuka (ein berühmter Mangaka) rumstehn, u.a. diese Figur von Kimba, dem weißen Löwen.
Auch von außen konnte sich der Bahnhof durchaus sehen lassen.
Zuerst hab ich mich zu meiner Unterkunft aufgemacht, eine Herberge namen's K's House die ich nur wärmstens empfehlen kann, so wie sie mir von Kaikan-Menschen empfohlen worden ist. Die Zimmel sind hell und weit geräumiger als ich es zB in Tokyo hatte und 2500 pro Nacht in einem 6er Zimmer sind echt nicht teuer. Ich hatte zudem sehr liebe Menschen im Zimmer, u.a. ein Mädel aus HongKong, mit dem ich gleich facebook Daten ausgetauscht hab, weil wir unheimlich viele Things in common.
went after checking in any case until the same time going through Kyoto. With all the buses for tourists is very easy to navigate, it is always turn around to get what sights the buses one. In some buses to get Short's also accessible information (in English) to which stops to get off for which temple. The only drawback: the buses are air conditioned so strong that one when getting the weather occurs equally hot and sultry yet. ^ ^;;
My first goal was the Kinkaku-ji (金 阁 寺), which means "Golden Pavilion Temple. The plant the Buddhist temple dates from the late 14th Century, but originally planned wr as a retirement residence of a shogun (his son then made a Zen-Zempel out of it). He is famous for the eponymous Golden Pavilion, check out the best thing in the pictures.
Here one could make a few coins. Perhaps this helps to come up with the prayer to the gods through. Well, at least has it glittered beautifully in the sun.
went
Next, it proceeds to Ryoan-ji (龙 安 寺), literally "Temple of the Dragon have come to rest", another Zen temple in the middle of the 15th Century. He is especially famous for its rock garden, a place of Zen meditation. The special feature of the 15 stones on the package that you see no matter where only 14 can. Meditate I do not but photos made:
That was then but all I've done on Sunday, for about 17 clock close all the sights in Kyoto. The make it too easy! In the afternoon! Maybe make this so that we by no means too much in one day and creates the longer stay in the city needs. Anyway, I (after I stood in front of Ieyasu's castle in camera) back to the hotel and am there quite early to bed, which was NICT bad as the day had begun so early.
where I left off Sunday, Monday I got on with it has died on the Nijo-jo (二条 城), castle of the shogun Tokugawa Ieyasu (1543-1616, by the way, is called in Sumpu, a place of today Shizuoka ). He has established the Parti 1601, wherein it end of the 18th Century, burned down several times, no wonder for construction of a plant made of wood. Inside, you could take any pictures, so I've only a few from outside. A special feature is the "nightingale-floor": No matter how careful one is, the wooden planks to make high squeaking, so no one can sneak up. Not stupid, huh? Otherwise saw the impressive castle inside, but of course very different from European castles.
Next, I had a classic in terms of tourist destinations on my list, the Kiyomizu-dera (清水寺). The name of the Buddhist temple comes from a Waterfall within the temple grounds, the whole system is historically to the late eighth Century, what one sees today originates from 1633. Here I have met quite accidentally Michelle from Florida and we were both traveling alone and are further from there together. ^ _ ^ X We have added super: she always wanted to check with people, but was not a Japanese, I could, was too shy, however. * Laughs *
front right Michelle see her from behind, funny enough, I knew the time of this photo does not exist. * Laughs *
Next, we proceeded to the Imperial Palace, after all, was Kyoto 794-1868 seat of the emperor . I was skeptical, with the palace in Tokyo I had a bad experience. Nevertheless, we have made good cheer on the way, only to learn it on the ground that one of the tour (and the only way inside) would previously have to register. So we had from our spontaneous tourism. ^ ^;;
A good had it but anyway: at the information center of the palace we could be in terms Fushimi Inari Taisha (伏 见 稲 荷 大 社) help, as our guide reichtennur to "the place with the muuuch Torii ". Now, well informed, we immediately made the trip. Finally, a Shinto shrine! XD In Japanese it is especially popular at New Year and in February the day of the horse and is the most popular Shinto Shrine at all. I know-not-how-many Torii that such avenues are arranged, all donations. Run because you can not beat, it runs only under her Torii, one behind the other.
Michelle and me. =)
The Torii-way to go up to the summit, but Michelle and I have in common consent previously given up. ^ ^;; For one, I've since scon started to feel my hip discomfort, for others it was quite late and I had another five hour train ride ahead of me.
the railway Station of Kyoto, we then separated (have not replaced without e-mail addresses) and I got my stuff from the hostel and brought me to made the return trip. I was back in Shizuoka at 23:39 and shortly after midnight in Kaikan (had to run to the time any more buses). Total
broken, but it was fun! Contrary to my original setting but I am now very happy to have made the trip. =)
12th and 13 July
I had decided to ride the train to Kyoto, yet the expensive Shinkansen (Japan's ICE, just kind of great) to avoid the costs involved. A trip has cost so just 5500 yen, but took five for hours. Therefore, the Sunday started very early at 5:00 clock in the morning. * Yawn * At seven I then made my train in Shizuoka and went off's:
静冈 Shizuoka (6:48)
Hamamatsu 浜 松 (8:03 to 8:10)
Toyohashi 豊 桥 (8:45 to 9:09)
Ogaki 大 垣 (10:31 to 10:46)
米 原 Maibara (11:20 to 11:22)
京都 Kyoto (12:13)
The station hatte Deko zum Thema Osamu tezuka (ein berühmter Mangaka) rumstehn, u.a. diese Figur von Kimba, dem weißen Löwen.
Auch von außen konnte sich der Bahnhof durchaus sehen lassen.
Zuerst hab ich mich zu meiner Unterkunft aufgemacht, eine Herberge namen's K's House die ich nur wärmstens empfehlen kann, so wie sie mir von Kaikan-Menschen empfohlen worden ist. Die Zimmel sind hell und weit geräumiger als ich es zB in Tokyo hatte und 2500 pro Nacht in einem 6er Zimmer sind echt nicht teuer. Ich hatte zudem sehr liebe Menschen im Zimmer, u.a. ein Mädel aus HongKong, mit dem ich gleich facebook Daten ausgetauscht hab, weil wir unheimlich viele Things in common.
went after checking in any case until the same time going through Kyoto. With all the buses for tourists is very easy to navigate, it is always turn around to get what sights the buses one. In some buses to get Short's also accessible information (in English) to which stops to get off for which temple. The only drawback: the buses are air conditioned so strong that one when getting the weather occurs equally hot and sultry yet. ^ ^;;
My first goal was the Kinkaku-ji (金 阁 寺), which means "Golden Pavilion Temple. The plant the Buddhist temple dates from the late 14th Century, but originally planned wr as a retirement residence of a shogun (his son then made a Zen-Zempel out of it). He is famous for the eponymous Golden Pavilion, check out the best thing in the pictures.
Here one could make a few coins. Perhaps this helps to come up with the prayer to the gods through. Well, at least has it glittered beautifully in the sun.
went
Next, it proceeds to Ryoan-ji (龙 安 寺), literally "Temple of the Dragon have come to rest", another Zen temple in the middle of the 15th Century. He is especially famous for its rock garden, a place of Zen meditation. The special feature of the 15 stones on the package that you see no matter where only 14 can. Meditate I do not but photos made:
That was then but all I've done on Sunday, for about 17 clock close all the sights in Kyoto. The make it too easy! In the afternoon! Maybe make this so that we by no means too much in one day and creates the longer stay in the city needs. Anyway, I (after I stood in front of Ieyasu's castle in camera) back to the hotel and am there quite early to bed, which was NICT bad as the day had begun so early.
where I left off Sunday, Monday I got on with it has died on the Nijo-jo (二条 城), castle of the shogun Tokugawa Ieyasu (1543-1616, by the way, is called in Sumpu, a place of today Shizuoka ). He has established the Parti 1601, wherein it end of the 18th Century, burned down several times, no wonder for construction of a plant made of wood. Inside, you could take any pictures, so I've only a few from outside. A special feature is the "nightingale-floor": No matter how careful one is, the wooden planks to make high squeaking, so no one can sneak up. Not stupid, huh? Otherwise saw the impressive castle inside, but of course very different from European castles.
Next, I had a classic in terms of tourist destinations on my list, the Kiyomizu-dera (清水寺). The name of the Buddhist temple comes from a Waterfall within the temple grounds, the whole system is historically to the late eighth Century, what one sees today originates from 1633. Here I have met quite accidentally Michelle from Florida and we were both traveling alone and are further from there together. ^ _ ^ X We have added super: she always wanted to check with people, but was not a Japanese, I could, was too shy, however. * Laughs *
front right Michelle see her from behind, funny enough, I knew the time of this photo does not exist. * Laughs *
Next, we proceeded to the Imperial Palace, after all, was Kyoto 794-1868 seat of the emperor . I was skeptical, with the palace in Tokyo I had a bad experience. Nevertheless, we have made good cheer on the way, only to learn it on the ground that one of the tour (and the only way inside) would previously have to register. So we had from our spontaneous tourism. ^ ^;;
A good had it but anyway: at the information center of the palace we could be in terms Fushimi Inari Taisha (伏 见 稲 荷 大 社) help, as our guide reichtennur to "the place with the muuuch Torii ". Now, well informed, we immediately made the trip. Finally, a Shinto shrine! XD In Japanese it is especially popular at New Year and in February the day of the horse and is the most popular Shinto Shrine at all. I know-not-how-many Torii that such avenues are arranged, all donations. Run because you can not beat, it runs only under her Torii, one behind the other.
Michelle and me. =)
The Torii-way to go up to the summit, but Michelle and I have in common consent previously given up. ^ ^;; For one, I've since scon started to feel my hip discomfort, for others it was quite late and I had another five hour train ride ahead of me.
the railway Station of Kyoto, we then separated (have not replaced without e-mail addresses) and I got my stuff from the hostel and brought me to made the return trip. I was back in Shizuoka at 23:39 and shortly after midnight in Kaikan (had to run to the time any more buses). Total
broken, but it was fun! Contrary to my original setting but I am now very happy to have made the trip. =)
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