Hachinohe Grand Hotel
Travel Blogs from Hachinohe
At home in England with a hangover. The usual Saturday morning solpedeine took the edge off. And the familiar sensation of waking up and not remembering how I got in to bed set the morning off to a rocky start.
Tumble down the stairs and make a cup of tea. Try not to scald my hand in the process. Try and remember snippets of last night. How did the postman end up at mine with a bottle of wine? (Actually my parents house). Pretty sure I had ...
After returning to Misawa after the great Fuji & Tokyo adventures, I was greeted by the lights, sounds and smells of the local Misawa Tanabata Festival.
The festival runs 26 - 28 July (last weekend in July even though Tanabata ...
... friend of my roomate probbaly didnt expect this outcome of his compliment, and starts drilling in the dirt to right the "wrong" his compliment created.
"No, I am serious, you dont look like her. In fact, we often hire girls, like you to sip wine and hang out here on certain events. We pay 1200 yen an hour. Are you interested?"
"Hes joking...only kidding!" Screams Rinaco, "Hes not serious."
... just the fact that the people I now hang out with will tell me "you're not that fat", instead of "you're skinny".
Is holding myself to a new height of ideals just going to make me a lot more insecure and depressed or make me look better? (After all I aint the one getting paid to be thin and look like skeleton.)
Or am I becoming myself a modeliser, those that develop a taste for beautiful people, and hang out with them only in ...
I feel the ghosts of ex-lovers burning in the wind.
Oh where is my Tokyo spring?
Skeletons in the closet, baggage in the dark,
the cries of weeping angels, are tearing me apart.
Love that turns and runs its red river dry, beating down I
croak, I choke, I cry.
I feel the ghosts of ex-lovers ...