However, this lack of (unorganized) crime doesn't mean I haven't had my run-ins with the authorities. My first experience begins with a lovely excursion to a grassy meadow with a friend to do some photography. Turns out that a billion Japanese people had the same idea.
|It would be even more meta if someone took a picture of me taking this picture.|
|Not as impressive when you realize this is a picture of a poster I saw.|
|There was supposed to be an "I" in the front, but my flashlight|
skills were not up to the task. The last two symbols are "sun"
and "origin," which together mean "Japan."
Random, unrelated picture of a razor that comes with a
|You too can brandish this razor like a sword and |
fight off the demons of unwanted facial hair.
|This grand animal symbolizes rebirth.|
They told us to drive back to our house and get our passports, and we returned with them shortly after. They then held us hostage for half an hour while they asked me why I didn't have an exit stamp from Bolivia. I told them about the international drug cartel I run, and after they spoke to my boss they decided it was OK and everything was in order. Actually they just eventually gave up and stopped caring but what kind of story is that?
Here's a picture of an annoying locust from Tamba. I really like taking pictures of bugs.
|These are about as long and as offensive as my middle finger.|
I try to understand what they say in the announcement following the siren, but I can't make anything out except "volcano" and "fire." Needless to say, I am not comforted, and I go outside to see what is happening with my neighbors. Lights are turning on in the apartments, and everyone's radio is freaking out just like mine. The nearby fire station is doing its best to wake everyone in the district with an air raid type siren. I've got a lot of adrenaline, so I don't really stop to think. I throw all the food in my pantry and fridge into my bag, along with some water and warm clothes, and I head out the door. I notice no one seems to be leaving though. I eventually track down someone, and they inform me it is just a drill, albeit one that involves the whole neighborhood in the middle of the night, and we don't have to do anything.
I proceed to be thoroughly awake for the entire night for some reason.
Random picture of "A True American Tradition":
|Nothing says America like fruity marshmallows.|
The first time, my Japanese teachers (the people who teach me Japanese) decided to have a dinner party with their students. I was surprised to see some people in Power Rangers costumes, who turned out to be the uninvited roommates of one of the teachers. I say uninvited because later they specifically told us that those people had not been invited and were not welcome back again.
My favorite moment came when the green ranger went outside for a moment, and returned with a violin case. He then opened it, put it on the table where his plate had been, threw a few coins in, and started playing. Terribly. After every song he would point to his case and jingle the coins around like it wasn't a dinner party and he expected to make his daily living this way. He did make around $18 USD from demanding money every time someone took a picture. I didn't pay.
|You think Power Rangers don't need to eat too?|
|This ranger was a lot friendlier (and thankfully smaller) than the last one.|
In an amazing turn of events, he jokes that he should demand money for pictures with him! All of us who went to the previous event think this is the best thing ever. We spend the rest of the night talking about Power Rangers of course. Apparently "Power Rangers" is just the american reboot of "Super Sentai," a Japanese TV series that's been going on forever.
And of course, a few great English examples:
|This one didn't fit me.|