ABS and other delights of Japanese civilization
When I was in the country of Hipponia (I hope no one needs to explain where it is :)) it came out, which means that the case is so unprepossessing, long remaining in my memory. Before turning to the essence, put the salt, so to speak, on the table, let’s pepper our cultural dish (a monument to the one who can quickly pronounce this rebus the first time) by retreat.
Once the Japanese realized that around them is not just the ocean, but full of different people living. Probably this happened when one Japanese, once again leaving the office, opened his eyes. And then he saw that more than one job is alive man … In general, every nation discovers America, and some do it constantly and not only geographically. It came to our miserable neighbors that ancient Japanese culture is good, and American culture is a cool rulez.
And away we go, in the cities and villages of Hipponia, a new fashion has gone. Who eyes, then, expanded plastically, who ruled his legs (I’m talking about Japanese ladies), and who, dressed in a bunch of multi-colored shapeless fabric, painted his head in red color, spoke in very distorted English and began to rejoice. The latter survived among many other ways of expressing themselves. Continue reading
We once sat down, out of inexperience, in a Japanese taxi; it was necessary to ride to the nearest department store in an unfamiliar city … If someone thinks that we did not like the trip, then he is mistaken. I also liked the price tag, since then I haven’t taken a taxi in Japan, it’s better to walk or ride a bicycle.
The main joke of Japanese cities, which is faced by a foreigner who first came to Japan, remains the order of numbering of buildings. On the same street, quite calmly, two steps away from each other, there can be, say, building No. 1 and No. 25. All this is because the numbering is carried out on the streets of Japanese cities according to the seniority of buildings. Which house was built before, that will be the first in order. Therefore, without knowing exactly where which building is located, getting lost in Japanese megacities such as Tokyo is a couple of nonsense. Continue reading
Cultural leisure and the rules of its passage
In light clothing, with a backpack on my shoulder in the early morning of the summer month of August, I walked unhurriedly out of the anthracite building of the Kyoto station. The fresh bustle of a long awakened city smelled in my face – the day was shaping up perfectly! Having reviewed not the most amazing urban landscape, I decided that you can live here for a while, but we’ll figure it out.
Kyoto is a cultural city, pleasant in all respects with its majestic (but rather low) palaces and ancient temples – this whole song in three days will reach any sane person. And then the question arises of cultural leisure (the essence does not change in this case from a change in emphasis). Where to go Russian and lonely? In Japan, without local knowledge, this is a rhetorical question. But if the soul has Continue reading