shitty
photos reflects not sure about tomorrow, tomorrow, or no later. And I have again written lyrics that breaks the Keyborat, but to only fly over value, since it is one schmaltzy tragedy is:
The place of my overnight, I had again the same to be elected as the last time Japan, Kyoto Cheapest Inn in Marutamachi-dori. So hingegurkt in riot gear. Once I see it ne Tuss smooth the flight to Japan again! Watne coincidence! First writes the lyrics in English until she asked where I come from. From then on, threw light on German, because it is flown at Stuttgart. Talked a lot but we have not had hungry. But taken the hint from her that degree as a lantern festival in Kyoto I'm going on course, thanks for the journey. Before, I wanted to but the sushi on the assembly line, where I was last time. Euphoric because I had found the hostel so quickly, I was on my way. When I still was not after an hour ago has discovered something I thought up a great idea to maybe look in the Guide, on the basis of that I got to know the place originally. I had the correct position in memory - just one parallel street below. Grrrr.
Nungut, pretty soon I had 11 plates, and plaster was saturated accordingly. My guess is that by 21 clock no longer Laternengefestet big turned out to be true. Bekackt, but at least for 12 Oier the stomach full of sushi beaten.
Ne chic hours driven home by bus, because I've driven in the wrong direction. So instead of quarter-, NEN three-quarter circle.
Contrary to what the day before my dad was still a hostel bed for the Julian for the next day, so I was the morning, instead frittered with finding accommodation, and sightseeing. Temple looked, looked at the Japanese Garden, before I after my train Nagoya rushed / running / sweating in the near Hoite a party was to leave the ordinary. Houn Jinja Matsuri, a procession that is derogatory, "the Japanese Penis Festival". This fertility festival, various phalluses carried through the streets, the largest measuring 2.5 m. Look here. At first, I will still thought it would a quiet village festival, especially since according to Sun from guide should be the beaten track. But when I (an hour late) because heimgkehrenden visitors hardly came out of the train, not later when he was passe dream.
The move was over, and people everywhere. And Americans. Many.
Then a few monks still have a lot geschloidert Traraa Reisbroetchen into the crowd (of which the Americans because of their more prosperous Koerpergroesse been hit the most), and then it was over, the feast. 've Bought then and am still dry Waffelbaellchen a bissl getiegert through the village to the Great escape march.
On the way back I got my Anschlusszuege always missed by a few minutes, so I had to wait an hour in total fun. Because I've probably thrown away in the rush to the train to my hard-day bus ticket (how stupid can you get) I am (to save money) went to the Lantern Festival. Has fit in well, that was much further away than expected, so I Hoite oh by the Lantern Festival had just witnessed the end.
My mood has zero-Bock-a-Abkotz mood in its place. All shit. I feel the money out faster than I can exchange traveler's checks. There is soo much time on it by the stupid region-driving. I understand the Japanese do not, I can not read. And everywhere people, I can not walk anywhere I want. Even worse, tourists. (Of course, am also so Heini nerves, but it immensely.)
all shit.
(.! Except I like Kyoto 111)
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