A Different City

Maybe you've noticed that I haven't posted anything in a few days. If so, thanks for validating my existence. I was actually in Aomori City for a few days, attending the new JETs orientation conference. I will now document my time in Aomori with a series of mostly humorous photographs.


Matt and I found this place in a mall called "Panama Boy," which was essentially a store that sold imported American thrift store clothes. You know how sometimes they have those stores in really gentrified neighborhoods that buy all the good clothes from thrift stores and then sell them for exorbitant prices? Well, this was just like that but way more expensive. I don't think those shirts were really ¥525, otherwise I probably would have bought the Dr. Pepper one.

This is a punching game where you fight people by punching the targets as they pop out at you. Perhaps one person reading this will remember playing this game with me in Italy. Remember that?

Look closer, Lenny.

Matt ordered a "Naan Taco" at Mos Burger one day. From a culinary standpoint, this is quite an accomplishment: Tex-Mex-Indian fusion in an American-style Japanese restaurant.

Matt and Leo, shortly after being released from the Creamy Prison.

Leo and I found this quaint little boutique called "Fuck" on a back street. The owner of the place seemed really interested in the fact that we were Americans and pulled out a book with a pornographic image on the cover and asked if we had read it. He also lifted up his shirt to bear what is almost certainly a Yakuza tattoo when I tried to take this picture.

Leo was very disappointed when he inserted his pony into this machine but received nothing in return.

You've probably heard all sorts of stories about Japanese toilets and their strange and terrifying features. Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time before I posted a photo of the control panel on one of these things, this one from my hotel room in Aomori. I don't care if the odor is free, I don't think I want it.