Brad and I ventured out on our own for the first time to explore the city. We walked for hours in every direction taking in the sights and sounds- the constant drone of the Sacade (Simi) is something to ponder. If you focus on the sound of one single insect I would have to classify it as annoying but with thousands of Sacade singing in harmony the frequency becomes soothing and something you don't hear unless wanted. Having said that, they are giant cockroaches flying around looking more like birds and I wonder how is something so ugly though of as so mystical and beautiful in my mind...Simi (see- mee) or samurai insect they call it.
As we wondered around town we stumbled across numerous rice fields sporadically throughout the town- the same as you would find community gardens in Victoria. As we wondered through one rice field trying to catch frogs, houses and mountains framing the florescent green fields we were caught in a torrential downpour- a warm rain that caused steam to rise from the ground beneath us. I looked at Brad while a smile on my face and arms reached to the sky "It doesn't get any more Japanese than this"
On our way home we found a local Yakatori (chicken skewer) restaurant for dinner only two blocks from our house- every part of the chicken served on a skewer and grilled to perfection. It will be the 5th Street Bar and Grill of Japan.
As strange as this place is, there is something vaguely familiar. It is comfortable here.
As we wondered around town we stumbled across numerous rice fields sporadically throughout the town- the same as you would find community gardens in Victoria. As we wondered through one rice field trying to catch frogs, houses and mountains framing the florescent green fields we were caught in a torrential downpour- a warm rain that caused steam to rise from the ground beneath us. I looked at Brad while a smile on my face and arms reached to the sky "It doesn't get any more Japanese than this"
On our way home we found a local Yakatori (chicken skewer) restaurant for dinner only two blocks from our house- every part of the chicken served on a skewer and grilled to perfection. It will be the 5th Street Bar and Grill of Japan.
As strange as this place is, there is something vaguely familiar. It is comfortable here.
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