Wedding coming up

I would just like to spread the word about another web-page where you can read mor about me. The page is in Norwegian, but might be understandable by using translation. I am especially proud of the wish-list I've scripted. Hope to see some of you at my wedding!

Just an observation

Had to mention that today I've seen two guys with a hairband, and then I don't mean a thick one made of cloth. I mean black metal ones with fake glitter on it to make i shine out. I just thought you ought to know.

Another sunday.

This sunday a DJ was playing wonderful house tunes into a forrest-area of the park. Hippies, hip-hoppers, children as well as old people were rocking together without having to worry about the day after, because the party ends when the sun goes down.
I also fell in love with these glasses. Denton had to use advance art of speech to talk me out of buying them. But if I find a place to use it the chances are I'm going back to this new shopping town we explored called shimotokitasawa.
Ah, yeah and Denton got a shot of our biljard game trying to capture our emotions.

A walk in the park.

To show Øystein-san the extremes of Japan I brought Matthew-san and Choom Leam-san to the free-entertaining-park Yoyogi. The classical Grease Guys were, like every day, there with their comb, mirrors and of course the generator to power up their hair-dryer.
But this was an especially pretty sunday, not only because the sun was shining. You see there was a heavy metal consert whitch attracted hundreads of dressed up people with all kind of hair-colors. Strangely enough in this country you can go to heavy-metal consert dressed up like a pink maid or a colorfull game caracter if you like.
It seems also that the majority of heavy metal listeners here are girls. But to please my Ingrid-chan I limited my pictures to Matthew-san's reaction of the sight. This park is full of great bands and smiling pepole. So from now on park-strolling is my new after-church activity. (PS: Notice the neat amplifier in the video.)

Øystein-san had to see an ardade, so we visited five. Here you can see the amazing "typing of the dead" game. Use your keyboard wisely to fight the zombies.

Jæzz

I was in a good mood, and answered yes without thinking yesterday. Suddenly I found myself in a high-class but sort of underground jazz club together with Chris-san and Mathew-san. The music was hard to understand, as jazz is suppose to be, but it grew on us. (Especially on Chris-san who probably won't listen to anything else anymore.) The music was as diffuse and artistic as this picture I manage to steal.

When not listening to grown-up music, we amazed each other with fantastic magic-tricks.

New season, new friends.

To finish off the travelling, me and Chris took a short trip to do some tracking. We figured out that it was hard getting into the woods and hills without having to pass a temple or two. Here you can see Chris critiSizing the second biggest buddah in Japan.
What is known as the nicest season in Japan, lasted for about four days. Cherry blossom with picknics and big crowds of people walking in que through the parks. Unfortunately I was unable to experience this "hanami" properly, because I didn't get drunk in public like most Japanese.

But the spring summened some other beautiful creatures as well. Two of them are showed here. A playful Singaporian to the left and another multicultural guy claiming to be a professor. This has resulted in some nice bar and café visits.

Now the weather has turned into a Norwegian summer, and it's just getting worse. Luckily all the studying to come will probably protect me from the sun.

I have also found a new shelter on sundays. The babtist church in Shibuya had preachings in a language I can understand. And before I knew about it I had beed assigned to both a bible-group and the coire. So we'll se if I remember how to move and sing to real gospel.

Do Japan in two weeks.

I had no plan for my spring vacation, but was lured into joinig the other forigners travelling. So suddenly I found myself at the beach in Japans answer to Hawaii: Okinawa. A place with hot weather, nice beaches, nature parks and a romantic atmosphere. Ryeojin-san was swept away and Jeff-san became even happier than on this picture at the West-most trainstation in Japan.
I stayed cool and relaxed, actually so tame that the locals raised a monument of my behaviour. (sorry for you who don't read norwegian)

After returning, it was time for action. What was known as Chris' crazy plan, was to be my next adventure. So the two of us was got on night busses and night ferries to get around the west side as cheap and fast as possible. Starting in Beppu with mud-bath, sex-museum and hot-springs of every colour.
Next we met a new fellow TiTech-student Kenny-san at Fukouka. Beeing unable to find the local food there, neither Chris-san nor Kenny-san saw any other solution to our problem than to eat the poisonous fish "fugu". I couldn't be any worse, so after writing my will and checking that they survived their first bite, I did it. I ate the life-threatning octopus-tasting/tastless fish. Felt kinda like bungee-jumping.

Having already been in Hiroshima, everything was old news except a hobbyshop we found. Hooked on "Magic" as I am, we stayed and played a whole day at this Geek-shop.

But we had to move on, and got to the Japanese desert. Our plan to do paragliding had to be dropped since it was raining, so we realized that even if the desert has camels and sand, it is actually just a big beach. But Japanese tourists loves it.
Next mission was to embarrass ourselves by looking between our legs. That was in the place called shimahashidachi (the ladder to heaven). A facinating scenery, but not as facinating as the rental bikes we got. They had an electric engine giving us extra acceleration when stepping, a crazy feeling of freedom.