>We arrived in Osaka early Sunday evening. I was steaming myself in the spa (isn’t life great..) and when I emerged from the Spa I was greeted with this glorious sight from deck 12. Luckily I had the instinct to carry my camera with me up to the spa (now why would I usually do that? It’s a good thing I listen to that little voice in my head..)
On the left is the ship, in the forefront is Osaka harbour, to the right, a shopping mall, and what is this? A huge ferris wheel!! Funny, since I was thinking of my college friend by the last name of Ferris who was living in Osaka, and what do I see but a Ferris wheel.
I walk towards the front of the ship, towards my cabin, and get a closer look at this Ferris Wheel. I started snapping away, not realizing what is really going on inside that wheel.
It’s Hanami season, and I guess that means it’s the summer of love, baby!
In each little booth there was a happy couple, and, well..
Anyways, I gathered my friends and took one of the last buses to town. 3 Uruguayan girls, Paula my Argentinian roommate, and myself. I felt bad since they were nice enough to speak amongst themselves in English for my sake.
First we stop for a little Starbucks. Cause it was late, and I needed something to keep me going. Look at the small size they have!! This is their “tall” size, what would probably be 16 oz back home. Just the perfect size for us!
The gorgeous Valeria and Lelus the triathlete model the petite coffee.
There were so many young people out that night, and they were all punked-out, wearing the most insane clothing imaginable. We all felt rather plain as we wandered the streets. We stopped for something to eat. At the typically Japanese restaurant you could order the tapas-sized dishes one by one. The girls balked at most of the food, preferring to sit there hungry. “Um… are you going to eat that?” At least I got a full meal out of it. I think I was the only one there who had even seen Japanese food before.
We stopped in a convenience store. It it always fun to browse.
Sake by the cup
And some strange vials of liquid for guys, er, manly men to drink.
We hit the streets again.
The South American girls marveled at the abundance of vending machines, unlocked bicycles, and the free umbrellas in the Subway (to be taken if needed and returned, on the honour system)
“If this was Argentina, they would take the umbrella, smash the vending machine and then escape on the bicycle. Then the next day you would go to the market and it would be full of umbrellas and bicycles for sale..”
We found a street stand making the infamous Squid Balls. I insisted we stop and try some. After all, I read about it in the guide book. After having taken Japanese class in High school, I was like the cultural tour guide of the evening.
They were delicious! Me and Adriana finished them off.