Kita Hotel Sapporo

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Today we were unable to go to the lavender fields like we had planned, so we improvised. Sapporro being the beer capital of Japan, we headed to the beer museum. Fascinating though it was, we were still below Japan's drinking age and therefore felt a little left out of the festivities. The beer museum was adjacent to a crazy huge shopping mall and we needed some lunch, so we decided to head in. We grabbed some ...

... at a deli in the train station and headed the park we had heard was beautiful.
Sitting patiently and eating our doughnuts and such, we noticed we had several guests. About ten billion pigeons and four or five NASTY, ENORMOUS crows. After trying fervently to kick these pigeons, we noticed we had drawn a crowd of giggling school girls. They were none too subtle about staring at us and ...

... went to the US to study.

During the war, Isamu was set to a concentration camp.
After the war, he submitted his design for the Hiroshima Dome Museum, but his work was denied because he was "American".
One side he was accused to be Japanese, and the other side he was denied because he was American. I can only imagine how he was thinking of his own identity.

However, he ...

... many stories about the summit such as meeting other groups of indigenous peoples, struggle for coordinating the event, joy of the success, etc. I felt their passion, and I felt great starting to know about such great people. The next indigenous summit will be in Canada next summer. Hopefully I can participate in the event next year. Takashi kept telling about the importance of the education especially for younger generations to learn about multiculturalism and ...

... about 5pm. Off to get some food then check out the nightlife - Dee is even ...

... inspecting the chocolate biscuits. This part of the tour was full of surprises that I wont try to spoil here in my journal. Once we had made our way through the production section and the museum of toys, we found our way to the cafe. For an additional charge you could make your own confections. A little pressed for time, we rushed through the cafe and made our way down a grand staircase to the giftshop. At the giftshop, I bought a thing of chocolate biscuits for my homestay family ...

... legs though. While Dave was off bombing battleships or whatever (why does he have to visit the toilet so often every day? And for long periods too?), Mike and I thought it might be funny to stuff the shells from the crab soup that we had into Dave's jacket pockets. They turned up two days later in Dave's suitcase, giving off a funky odour. After the feast, Dave (the only map holder) ran off to Segaworld or something so Mike and I started to head back to the YH (it was ...