After breakfast, we rode our bikes to one of the school's where Nolan works & got side-tracked on the way there by this awesome bamboo forest. RADICAL!! That's Brenda. Doesn't this remind you of a Dr. Seuss book?
She's not using the rice paddy to pee, however we watched a man pee in one just the other day. Be sure to wash your rice, man.
I don't know.
No wonder these kids don't speak English well, they can't even spell vegetable.
This is where Nolan works. Jealous? It's an agricultural high school, where one of the largest or most renowned agricultural fairs take place on Japanese Labor Day. Or something like that.
This small temple is adjacent to the agriculture school. Those stairs were way more difficult to climb than they seem, I assure you. Plus, I wore those damn boots again because I didn't realize there were temples all over the place. Duh.
American Apparel ad. Lame.
It's a custom in Japan to purify your hands & mouth with these types of fountains, which are all over. Not a drinking fountain, btw. You have to spit it out. You just let the cup fill up, then pour the water on your hands. I don't think I got any magical powers, though.
The guy in this temple was tots drinking sake.
This is a view of Nagahama from the top of the temple stairs. It's funny because a lot of young Japanese women wear the most ridiculous shoes to temples (yes, more ridiculous than the ones I wore). Stiletto thigh-high boots. Seriously. But they walk up the stairs like it's nothing.
We discovered this secret path down & found some old building that was falling apart.
Those leaves are seriously magenta. Seriously.
After our descent from the amazing trees, we rode our bikes to downtown Nagahama, where we passed some piles of radishes hanging out with a wheel barrow & a hole.
There is a figurine museum in Nagahama (weird) with a giant dinosaur head. However, this is actually a secret entrance to a mall, which was pretty disappointing. We found some massage chairs to sit on while Brenda did holiday shopping & we discovered that if you put 100 yen in the chair, it would massage you for 7 minutes. (Happy ending extra.)
This was our dysfunctional family Thanksgiving dinner: Brenda is the alcoholic father, I'm the bitchy daughter home from college, & Nolan is the closeted homosexual. You can't really tell from our poses. We made mashed potatoes, green beans, & bbq tofu. And biiru. I had a popsicle for desert.
This is a terrible picture of Brenda terrorizing Nolan. I told her to eat in a disgusting way, so she smeared her face across the bbq sauce on her plate & attempted to attack Nolan with her face as her weapon. He tried to run. It was great.
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