Somewhere new

I thought I had a good idea of how to get back to the nulabs office from the hotel and had this shopping mall not looked so good I might have proved I knew. Wandered into one which turned out to be pretty long and the street I found myself on also looked interesting as did the next and at every corner I found myself somewhere new. In the UK I’d have said ‘lost’ but here it didn’t matter. In fact it was better than going directly there. Had I passed even one Starbucks I could have kept up the exploration for longer. As luck would have it I passed the nulabs building and was spotted by Hashimoto which saved me calling for assistance. If by some extreme chance I feel the homesick need to be in a pub I can head just up the street to the Hakata Harp – an Irish bar.

Work and work chat was done but the good stuff … was introduced to some MAXIM green tea you buy ready in a cup. Very very nice. Went for lunch to a sushi place and the food was good. Squid was a little chewy and there was a savoury milk/fish oil thing which didn’t get completed eaten. Not because of what it was made of, just that it didn’t really taste of anything, Then we went (or I was taken but we still all went) to a shrine. Amazing.

Had to clean my hands with running water in one place then come in and buy an Oracle ticket. Mine was ‘Lucky’ and had sayings inside. Then this was tied to a string with many others wrapped around a frame. (There are pictures). The temple part of the shrine had 3 bells on great pieces of rope. Someone would clean their hands, thrown some money into this large slatted box then bow, bow again, ring the bell and I think bow again. This happened a few times while we were there. The temple also had an elderly lady and man go through and what I assume was a type of priest began a ritual. Naoko thought it may have been for a sick relative of their’s but it wasn’t clear.

Canal City was right next door. Multi-storey building with the cool shops, lots of places to eat. One or two restaurants had plastic replicas of the sushi and other foods they served right outside. Might sound gaudy but it looked great. There was an arcade at the top which had everything arcades in the UK should have. Lots of games, gambling machines, grabber machines. Lots of lights, all the right noises and a couple of the machines just wouldn’t be seen here, looked made just for the local market. There was a pogo game. Stand on a pogo stick type thing and when it says go you start pogoing this bunny around a track. Very amusing to watch and it looked really tiring. Do that twice a day and that’s all the exercise you’d need. Didn’t play on anything myself – too busy looking and taking it all in. And there was an arcade some floors below which you played for sweets. One machine where you had to drop some sweets onto a moving platform which would then push things off the front? In the UK it’s usually 10ps. And they even had a grabber for ice-cream. A tub of haagen daz no less.

Back to the office for more work type stuff and I was discussing some of what I do a slot appeared for me to present at Wordcamp. Not a whole big slot thankfully, probably a “This is how I got involved with WP, this is what I have done/do” and then something about submitting a plugin.  I’ll be figuring out the details tomorrow.

Back when we first got company business cards I was sent a box of however many, 100, maybe 200. I think I used one. I just don’t move in the right circles for business cards so when this came up a while ago for new ones I passed – why have an expense for something that would look nice, be able to say I have but never use? And where am I? Somewhere that a business card is a vital piece of etiquette and I’ve got none. Matt T. will be sending some files tomorrow which means I can get some printed before Wordcamp. If you read my twitter stuff you’ll know I said I was the only person in the company without my face or a face as their gravatar. I like that but I did wonder whether a face should be on a business card. It’s an area I know nothing about.  Anyway these will be with extra cool because they will be Japanese :)

Tonight we went to another multi-storey building and each floor was a separate restaurant. We were on the 8th. The food was all raw and on wooden skewers. On the table was a shallow bowl of a thickened milk coloured liquid, a shallow bowl of what looked like fine breadcrumbs and an inset deep fat fryer. So choose the food, dip it, roll it, fry it. All sized to be about 2 minutes to cook. It was a buffet so get what you want and bring to the table. Because it was a table for 4 the fryer was long and had 4 compartments so no mixups could happen. Others for 2 people had a single split I think. Lots of local people eating there and that is always a good sign. They also had several varieties of little cakes which I think is a good sign and they tasted great.

After that Naoko and Hashimoto brought me back to the hotel. Well, they brought me back to the end of the road. After they had gone I saw a shop open so bought some pocky and that chilled green tea. I did the ‘Arigato Gozaimasu’ thanks too which impressed me as I got the same back. Means Thank you very much. So exit shop, look around and promptly head off somewhere new again. A few streets later I realised that it was actually quite late and managed to find my way back here. This place looks so very different during the day. But it all looks great.

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A first impression

Polite, quiet, clean, unrushed, friendly, safe are just some of the words so far.

By the time I had left the airport on the coach to Haneka I was impressed by the level of politeness from not just the staff – who were the embodiment of all things polite – but every Japanese person I interacted with in any way. There is “polite because I am paid to be” and “polite because this is how it should be” and that latter is the case here. The small bows from people not just when they are dealing with me (dealing sounds such a harsh word. I mean buying a drink in a shop to the hotel receptionist) are strange but not oddly so. It’s strange to be treated nicely. (That sounds like people usually throw bricks at me and have a ready supply of barge poles.) You know those people that stop you in the street to try and get you to sign up for a credit card? Saw one who walked up to a guy some 10ft in front. Lots of small bows and the tone of voice appeared to be more “I think you will like this / find it helpful” rather than the tone we get back home. Made me wonder how much was cultural, how much was commission-led and therefore how much was a little over the top. But we’d still never see that in the UK.
My home city I would call lived in, not clean. London and New York I’d call dirty, San Francisco was tidy. But here it’s clean. No litter, nothing I saw yesterday was lying around in a state of disrepair. Overall it felt clean but not obsessively so.
Coming to the hotel in the taxi and walking around last night it struck me as quiet traffic. No horns, revving of engines. Just more than your average number of bikes and lots of cars quietly getting to where they were going. I realised that as we were walking back through the city last night the traffic was there but our conversation could still be had.
It feels right so far. It meets what I expected, exceeds some aspects and a couple of others I didn’t see coming. For instance at an airport check-in you look along the line of ladies staffing the desks and see different shapes and sizes and hair etc. Not here, all very uniform with the ladies in height, hair colour. And it’s odd walking and knowing that it is you who sticks out as the stranger in a strange land. This is not bad or feels intimidating and it something I really should have appreciated because if I’m surrounded by japanese people I must be in Japan :)

High up there and now over here.

Right now this phone says it is 1549, the time in Tokyo is 0049. I am 7849km from there and just crossing into Russian airspace from Estonian (I think) some 3240m above the ground.

Might be me but the selection of films isn’t so good. Surrogates lasted 10 mins before Public Enemies and that too wasn’t so great. Right now Terminator Salvation is on and it makes glad I did not buy it. Junky nonsense.

Japanese lunchbox. Once I worked out how to eat the noodles on top right they were okay. Probably should have alternated mouthfuls more for the taste/texture experience. (There was a choice of this or pasta something but I could have made that myself). Bottom left is some sort of onion/carrot salad with sweetcorn and a dumpling type thing filled with something not unpleasant. Top left – yellow is spicy chicken, brown is something pork, violent pink I have no idea at all, and I think the purple were seeds. The brown package is rice and the bowl is miso soup which was really good. The lump in the triangle bit was some sort of sweet I think. Texture was that of elastic putty and there was something brown in the middle.
The phone says it is 1613 and outside it is now black. It was light when it started. Map says St Petersburg is below.

And the selfish bastard in front just decided to recline. You should have to pay the person behind if you do that.

Time to play Vagrant Story.

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0330 Tokyo / 1830 UK and I am north of Omsk. Crossed the Urals some time ago and we look to be in the same timezone as India.
VS – that took ages to start and I got bored. You know those horseshoe shaped inflatable pillows? Couldn’t work out how get comfy.

Just started playing Broken Sword on the touch and they bring round Pearl and Dean icecream. How cool is that?

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1920 UK
Bored now. If it wasn’t for the fact the tv screen is practically touching my head I’d try and watch something. An act of dominance is taking space like that. Selfish and safe dominance. She’s damn short too, not like she needs the space.
5 hours left.

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2135 UK / 0635 Tokyo
Somewhere over the Chinese border
Used my knees to adjust the position of the short one in front, stretched up and tipped my head back and discovered I could see the screen. Nothing hugely appealed so went for Glorious 39
And what a great film. No sex, no violence just a fine film that I will buy on DVD and watch again. Interested to see what imdb give it though I’ll guess 5.5 to 6.5 (Just checked and it’s a 6.7)

2317 UK / 0817 Tokyo
Heavy eyes and headache arrive as what I think North Korea is crossed. 820 miles to go.

Food served and the last spoonful hits the t-shirt.

0037
I do not have the address of the hotel in Fukuoka. I have one for a hotel in Tokyo, that’s all. No way to get in touch with anyone so time to hope. This is entirely my fault. I’d reminded Hanni recently she needed it on the way to the US. I use the Tokyo hotel address and send out texts and emails as soon as we land. Luckily I didn’t need the address itself though as Ned was meeting me at the airport.

Some time later
Land, customs is a breeze. Ask a Virgin Atlantic lady where I need to be for the connecting flight. I give her the itinerary paper. She studies and tells me to go to Terminal 2 (I’m at 1) and where to get the shuttle. Off I go. When I get there I check the boards, see no flight number so I ask. I should be in Terminal 1. Get the shuttle back. Ask again, get directed and when I get up there the flight has gone (I was still 15min before scheduled takeoff). Hm. Now I don’t have the address and I can’t meet Ned, I can’t tell him where I am, can’t yet get in touch with Naoko. Did I panic? Hell no. I was far too busy with a blinding headache. I wasn’t walking slow because I was cool about the situation – it was because I could not walk fast.
Downstairs the lady at the desk tells me I have 2 choices and says which she would pick. Fine by me. 3000 yen (about £21) gets me a coach ticket to Haneka airport (I’m at Narita). Takes about an hour so the headache reduced some. Airport is really well laid out and get the right flight. It’s not long but I sleep a bit.
Naoko has emailed the address and directions for the tube or get a taxi. Headache dictates latter.  Room 6181 of the Plaza Hotel Teijin is very welcome indeed. Net is 23 down and 7 up, I have the right adaptor.

Ned calls and meets me downstairs with Masanori from Backlog and Cacoo. We head round to their offices which doesn’t seem too far to get to but twice as far when coming back. I speak no japanese and everyone there speaks no english. I’ll be working from their offices – which are very nice – but Naoko and Ned will be around for translating. My body says it’s morning but it’s dark evening. First stop is a store where I get a chilled double espresso and then we get into a Yatai right by their offices.

I don’t make too much of an idiot with chopsticks. Some mince things (name forgotten), chicken balls and some pork skewer. Lemonade in a funky glass bottle seals it all. Much translated conversation about WordPress and Backlog and histories. Very pleasant conversation and a gentleman to our right who keeps saying that the new foods I am having are ‘challenges’. True, but the squid/octopus stayed in the cold box (these are challenges I will accept of course). The guys both brought me back to the hotel. I get to the offices myself tomorrow which will be good as the camera needs exercise.

The pillows feel like they are stuffed with pellets but I don’t care how I sleep because hey, I’m in Japan.

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Most of this post was written as it happened using the WP Blackberry app.