D-Day +3

Sorry about the lack of updates eager readers, but this is the first chance Ive had to do anything other then send a few emails. The flight was longtings but we arrived safe and in reasonable condition. The flights were very comfortable and would recommend Emirates to anyone. The A380 was like a flying hotel. So we arrived and dropped our stuff off, only to see the shower room closed, which meant we didnt wash or change for almost 48 hours. This has since come to pass as stink-gate. Basim`s cousions and friends provided us dinner in a small, cosy, traditional resturant where I dived straight into the deep end with some raw jellyfish and snapper fish among other suprisingly delicious dishes.

Tired, smelly and looking like a Japanese anti-forienger poster campaign, we hit Kobe hard straight from the plane, but not as hard as my ear on the corner of a karaoke bar`s window... The night took a sureal twist, as we ended up in a tiny Russian themed car, obviously named KGB, where we partied with the Russian staff, with the only common language being drunken Japanese. Once Basim`s friend Quinton took over the DJ-ing, the night was complete in its oddness.



Since then I have left the company of Basim, George and Quin and headed to Nara, where Im writting from now. Visited a temple, whose name I will edit in later, and got some good photos, but only after getting there on a cocktail of goodluck, broken Japanese and a manly sense of direction.

Anyway Ill leave it there and plan to have much more regular and shorter updates, so as not to bore you all. Coming up is karaoke, trains and more temples then you can be bothered to read about. Talk soon my flock x