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Aye aye!

Posted in beachykeen, Yikes. Sweaty. with tags , , , , , , , on August 20, 2009 by pigsofdarkness

It has come to my attention that I am not a very consistent blogger. Although my other blog is updated quite frequently, possibly because that involves cars and I spend a lot of my time around awesomleytunedJapanesecarsthatmakemegoWootWoot!!YeahYeah!!! – sorry – had a bit of a funny turn there…

So, in the spirit of being a more worthy blogger, here are some boats I saw at Shonan Beach a month ago. I rode my jitensha out there, which is about 30km & got nicely sunburnt on the way out, encountered mist over the beach for four of the five hours I was there, then had a bona fide monsoon hit as I was about a quarter of the way home. Took four days to dry my shoes, black canvas Vans slipons – surely some of the easiest (apart from those easy dry/sandal/or even Croc(?) things & I aint wearing those No Sir) shoes ever to dry. Ever. I think Im starting to understand Japanese weather. Which means that I now understand that it is beyond being understood.

So, boats. Whoohoo!

Misty as all heck, but was about 36deg C. Steamy desu!

No sign of the painter. I imagine they’d been lost to the mist…

steamboatwilly

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Hot & Wet. Not in a good way.

Posted in Bah. Winter., blog manus. no - youre a manus., plantlife. and death., Yikes. Sweaty. with tags , , , , , , , , on July 8, 2009 by pigsofdarkness

 

Meh. Rainy season sercks.

Back in Ichigatsu, we knew that we still had a couple of wintery months to deal with & I was feeling just a little jaded by the samuiness. Winter, incidently, having begun a little early on Jyugatsu Kokonoka at Fuji Speedway. The day previous had been quite warm, so manus here didnt take a jacket. Yep.

These people all had jackets.

Aaanyhizzle, silly old nature (the crazy joker) decided to throw a late January curve ball (baseball season still several months away, so quite a masterstroke. Ha ha. I said…) our way with one 26C Saturday. Followed by a sub artic Sunday. But I’d like to go on, and on, about the Saturday. I was so discombobulated by this state of affairs that I even went to the park. Twice. With the missus. Both times.

As you might expect, if youve suffered through my previous rantings, it took me next to no time to go quite troppo. Thus I did some unseasonable lurking in the undergrowth. Being technically mid winter, the undergrowth was somewhat sparse. The overgrowth was just sticks. Pretty poor effort really.

My little bird buddy here couldnt believe his crazy warm weather luck.

It was all going swimmingly until the pidgeons turned up.

Followed by the Americans.

This sign was only here during winter.

Presumably these noisy little creatures get all sweaty under the helmet (Ha ha! etc.) in warmer weather, thus staying away from the park, rendering a nattily crafted warning from the municipal authorities somewhat redundant.

Of course, if one was to take one’s  inu for a pleasant sampo in the koen on an unseasonably warm Doiyobi, then one would need not be concerned about rowdy midgets with potential under helmet sweat.

Although old Hat’n Jacket’n Sausage Inu here seemed to be running from something…

…Gajin Four Eyes trying to steal his soul perhaps?

Or maybe those racket making Americans with their warlike aeroplanes of wardom.

Not just I had gone troppo. Here, a local tree attempts to fly a kite.

Ultimately unsuccessful, but kudos for giving it a bash.

sweatywilly