Fukuoka, Japan

lately I've been thinking of that trip we took. it was one of the biggest things i ever did with my life because it changed my perception of everything. i never really believed it was possible, that we could cross an ocean that big and come out safe in a different world like that. i always listened longingly to stories of travellers and i said that i would be one of them one day but the whole concept seemed like something intangible you'd find under a rock at the end of a rainbow, until ashley said why not. and even then i didn't believe it was really happening. it was totally a step by step thing and i was totally skeptical the whole way. raise my credit card limit, wire some money, buy a plane ticket, learn some basic hirigana, quit my job, tell my mom, pack some clothes, buy some yen, get on a plane, cookies or pretzals? cookies please, get off the plane... and then i realized we'd done it and i was totally bewildered. how did it even happen? we kept repeating 'we're in japan' every so often the whole time we were there, as if trying to convince or reassure or remind each other like a couple of kids playing make believe - "we're princesess! we're princesses!"



the feeling was surreal. what was that feeling? i remember thinking, we did it! achievement, potential, oppurtunity. we crossed to the other side of the world and we did it on an airplane and a job at the zoo and ambition and intense curiosity and utter, utter directionlessness. For a while I'd believed people when they said what we were doing was crazy. I guess it was. But sometimes I thought about them in the mornings when I opened my curtains while I was lying in bed and watched the sun melt over the orange mountains in the distance and slide down the speckled hatched roofs onto my beanbag pillow. i listened to the chirping of the birds and the bugs and the rattle of the train on the tracks and I knew I'd rather be crazy than be in any of their shoes.

Images and instances keep coming back to me and I think about them all the time. i think about the alleyways behind the dorm and how they were like a maze in an alternate universe densely filled with stray cats and pretty trees and something else i couldn't place. it's amazing how a place can be so modern but feel so ancient.



the heat coming up through the soles of our shoes from the pavement and our intense love-hate relationship with the overwhelming warmth. hidden shrines scattered around the city that jumped out at us from behind corners like mischevious children. watching clumps of pink and blue flowers sway along the side of the tracks as the train sped by. pretty girls riding bicycles in the morning on quiet streets with white lacy umbrellas in their hands.

The obscene english/japanese/french/german hybrid sound that pervaded genkijacs as we all sat on the straw mats and ate cheap sushi and exotic pastries. green tea and random assortments of crazy fruit drinks from obscurely placed but plentiful vending machines being our main source of hydration. The doughnuts... the 500 yen breakfasts of rice and miso soup and things that we mostly couldn't identify but were so insanely delicious.

the maniacal obsession with EVERYTHINg being irrationally cute.



Playing cards in the dorm late at night listening to music on ari's laptop and watching the olympics in japanese. those guys were all so cool and they were from everywhere. we were from canada. do you think we were as exotic to them as they were to us?

the rain on the beach beneath fukuoka tower, the neon lights over the river at night time, the fireworks over the ocean celebrating the return of the souls of ancestors to the spirit world, and running down the street amidst an onslaught of hot rain in skirts and tiny japanese shoes and continuously forgetting umbrellas and laughing and loving it.



One of the first day's we were there ashley and i were walking down a back street exploring, and a little boy carrying a basket was looking at us from behind a corner, and i waved at him and he smiled bashfully and waved back. it was like something connected then that was so much bigger than me. i dont even knkow how to describe it.

for us the world was simultanously so much smaller and so much bigger than it had ever been before. i want to feel that again.