This blogpost covers the day of February 19th while in Tokyo, Japan. Heading back to Canada via Montreal Airport, and into Ottawa, Canada.
Woke up at 8:30 AM. Woke up to quickly pack, wash up, eat my Konbini-bought food, and happily left the hipster hotel. I checked out, gave them the keys, and made sure I had everything. I noticed the rain outside, one which matched my mood for the day. I wasn’t in a great mood, for obvious reasons, forcing me back into Canada.
I had to reluctantly burn a few hours prior to my eventual flight, and return back to Canada. I was in a very moody state of mind. I reluctantly, if slowly walked my way from the hotel aiming for Keisei-Ueno, walking past Ueno Zoo, all the while attempting to burn the final sights, sounds, and atmosphere into my mind for future recollection. I desired to burn my surroundings into my mind to bring up in negative times back home in Canada.
(Side-note: I failed to make note of this day in my travel log relying solely on memory, images, and situational impressions. I’m hoping I haven’t forgotten anything as I share this final Japanese blog with others. Granted, there are still a few more blog posts to share, such as a Lumix GF1 perspective, 360 camera perspective, and even videos I’ll be sharing onto YouTube of my trip.)
Japan Trip 2024:
[Day 1] – [Day 2] – [Day 3] – [Day 4] – [Day 5] – [Day 6] – [Day 7] – [Day 8] – [Day 9] – [Day 10] – [Day 11] – [Day 12] – [Day 13] – [Day 14] – [Day 15] – [Day 16] – [Day 17] – [Day 18] – [Day 19] – [Day 20] – [Day 21] – [Day 22] – [Day 23]
As with my final time in Yokosuka on the night prior to this one it also rained, if briefly. It rained long enough allowing me to obtain a few short, if sweet captures of both Japanese and American navy scenes. My own memory, my own pride and joy. My own Canadian perspective of a poetic Japan. My own dreamy Japan.
As with last night, I want to accurately, if exaggerated manner, desire to note how Japan was crying for me. The Japanese Gods & Deities saddened a more enlightened Canadian of Japanese culture had to leave Japan. I want to believe such is the case, even if it may or may not be true. It’s my last final greedy thought, and wish, and I’ll proudly view it as such – Japanese Gods and Deities saddened I had to leave Japan as a whole.
Main character complex? Nah, simply me being in the moment. I’m allowed to connect with Japan, with its culture, and be true myself, something other people happily gaslight others on. My proud, exaggerated, yet poetic perspective of the religious nature weeping for my leaving of Japan. I was finally happy, now forced to be sad and depressed in the land of Canada over fake political drivel of the Liberal and political activism variety (dictatorship-desiring nutjobs). Japan was genuinely heavenly, and I respect it for that.
Made my way into the Keisei-Ueno station, an interesting extension separated from Ueno Station. I’m certain it may be connected somewhere, it however felt like a neat, if awkwardly, positioned station connecting Ueno with the airport, and other areas. I admire the funky nature of this station for having its own unique characteristic aura surrounding it. I admire Keisei Ueno station for it’s rough, unique, if still reliable station for transit.
I spent a long while waiting, pondering, and being frustrated about my situation. I was stuck in limbo, basically. I was unable to further explore Tokyo, and I was also eventually expected to be at the airport. I was pacing up and down the Keisei-Ueno Station checking basics things out. Wondering what to do, where to go, and even judging the line to see what train to take to Narita airport. I also purchased some Konbini snacks and drinks prior to judging my way into an Keisei-Ueno express train back to Narita airport.
I would eventually settle with taking the train back to Narita airport. My other options were forcefully exhausted, also thanks to idiotic tourists hogging everything for themselves. I waited in line for roughly 10-30 minutes prior to purchasing my Skyliner tickets. I purchased tickets for the train going next, not the upcoming one, to be a bit safe, or so I recall. I may have also accidentally fumbled my ticket while putting it into the gate with how frustrated I was. I genuinely refused to go back to Canada, I however had to. It was my official obligation to do so.
Keisei-Ueno to Narita Airport Terminal.
February 19th, 2024. 12:00-12:45.
Skyliner – #039 – Car #4 – Seat 03 A (Window).
2570 + 1300 + 1270 Yen, or so noted.
(There was a train departure earlier, I felt I had to miss that to instead go with this 12:00 departing train. I may be incorrect, it’s what I recall.)
We would eventually depart going through some interestingly designed train architecture. Departing Keisei-Ueno to arrive at another platform nearby. Neat support structures, worker access areas, and the nitty-gritty. A neat place to both examine, and admire on a sunny day in Tokyo.
While unloading my main bagge off the ceiling rack I noticed the zippers became undone. I quickly took stock of the situation, even attempting to put whatever fell out back in. If I lost anything It’s now lost forever. I was forced to buy locks for my Sapporo-bought bag. I exited the train, took the above image, proceeding through various areas prior to heading to the necessary Konbini to seek out locks for my bag. Bought two.
Now on the hunt for an ink stamp of Narita airport prior to my leaving of both Narita and Japan. I walked forward to the halfway mark to a staff counter. I was directed to go down to where Mario was (noted below) to a lounge area to a different counter. I thanked the staff.
I eventually made my way to where the secondary info counter was. I requested a stamp, was provided such. I gestured it would be fine if she could stamp my book, immediately declined. That’s fine, I can do it myself. No issues. I’m simply trying to be polite, accidentally coming across as rude. We conversed a bit, noting it’s my second time here, how I had to go back to Canada, and where I’ve traveled to. She seemed interested, or so it appeared. Both satisfied, I had to leave.
I was directed to where my flight was supposed to take off from. Narita airport is crazy big! It’s very winding. Lengthy. Have to go a large distance to get to where you desire to go. I however had fun ascending the various escalators, even witnessing some odd flight crew doing their office related tasks. People going to and from office and toilet areas. It wasn’t busy, only a handful of people at a time in this section of the airport.
I’ve done so, things were however still confusing at both A & D area. Messed up.
I simply bounced from one area to the next, even noting security guards standing in an intimidating manner at the entrance area to this massive luggage area. I initially stood in A area, then jumped to D, back to A, all to the confusion of both the staff and myself. Time eventually elapsed far enough to the point I was finally able, and allowed to use a manual machine to process my airline ticket, my baggage, and anything else. I eventually was able to tag my luggage, even forced to spend another $100 Canadian on my Sapporo-bought gift bag to place as a checked in luggage, all with the help of an Air Canada staff. That additional $100 dipped far too much into my savings to the point it actually began to hurt. Ouch! It dug into my buffer zone. I would end up feeling the pain for the next few weeks upon arrival back into Ottawa forcing me to claw my savings back up into a safe zone.
From ‘A Point’ I was directed to the ‘D point’ to hand in my luggage. Tended to the machine once more, feeding my luggage into the machine, proceeding through some checkpoint areas. I even questioned if I was allowed to go past a gate with other passengers noting I was indeed allowed to proceed that way. Neat! I was far too hasty (and alarmed) to the point I missed out on Pokémon decals painted on the windows. I desired to snap pictures, I however felt rushed and panicked.
(At D Point a Canadian or American family had numerous over-weight luggage needing to be processed for Tokyo to Montreal. They were also the same ones to anchor me back down to reality by noting the area I was going was indeed the way I needed to go for final security and checks prior to heading to Gate 44.)
I eventually made my way through one checkpoint, down through other security points, and then winding long hallways until I reached my gate. I can’t recall much, only as if I may have been hid with a short case of amnesia between the Pokémon-themed windows and my gate area.
The walk to my terminal was decently lengthy, and a bit awkward. I picked an area where I could obtain wi-fi, charge my phone, and observe my gate from a fair distance. I would be here for a lengthy amount of time (hours), this time not crying in tears. I’m passed that stage now, if still overly depressed I had to return to the politically corrupted nation of Canada.
I would also play Azur Lane, Blue Archive, post stuff on Twitter/X, and even overhear conversations of how there is a tourist store in the airport selling overly cheap Japanese treats. I was intrigued, if reluctant to do so. Even if I desired, I had way too much on my person to shuttle extra goods to Canada.
I waited far too long that I failed to overhear any AC6 announcements for Montreal. I only overheard announcements for flights being overbooked, people desiring to give up any luggage for their flight, and basic announcements for the Vancouver flight. I even initially went up to question what one of the announcement was. They informed me it was over-booking of luggage, something I declined to give up. Told them I wasn’t interested, making my way to head back to a semi-alternate spot to further charge my gadgets. There was also no announcements relating to AC6 to Montreal, or so I firmly recall. I’ve only heard Vancouver related boarding and seat calls.
*Joking* Maybe I should have hitched a ride on a Vancouver flight instead of a Montreal flight. 😉
(I know, I know, that wouldn’t work. Regulations, denial of boarding, etc. Jokes.)
If I waited longer I would have genuinely missed my flight. I’m thankful I actually checked for AC6 related boarding calls. Zone 1 & 2 were called, sadly not any other groups. Zone 1, Zone 2 for Montreal, or Vancouver flight calls instead. I’m glad I checked for the final boarding call announcement. I would have been stranded, or may have had an embarrassing announcement for me to reach Gate 44, even though I was there.
(There may, or may not have been issues with common curtesy moments while finding my way from the door to the seat, and into my seating. I would have the other guys get up, allowing me to sit, and for me to sit. I placed my bag under the seat.)
It’s honestly a shame the view in Tokyo & Japan is of a night-time perspective showing how much time elapsed between my stay in Ueno, my train trip to Narita, and how long I sat in the airport narrowly making it to my gate even after some announcement screw ups. I safely made it onto my flight, if in an awkward manner.
I’m going to miss Japan, but who knows if Japan shall miss me. It made me sad seeing Japan being left behind like this, especially with night time hiding Japan like a fog of war would in world maps for video games. The play is done, the curtain is closing, and the Japanese performance is fully complete…. It’s time to depart the auditorium to return to the nightmarish reality that is Canada.
I would firmly play Minetest on my Steam Deck for as long as able. I played it for as long as the battery held up. I built up my area, played with trains, terraformed, and mined for ores. I had my fun, and it plays like a gutted Minecraft.
I also had to deal with, who I assumed was Korean, constantly banging into my legs, being restless, annoying, and testing my nerves. They were constantly being uptight about something. Awake, asleep, and simply… Restless. Tolerable, if annoying.
I’ve even, at one point, attempted to plug in my Steam Deck’s power cable into the power socket which failed to power my Steam Deck further. The socket itself was overly loose preventing the plug from staying. Every time I plugged the Steam Deck in, if cautiously, all the while attempting not to wake up the Korean guy, it would constantly fall off. I was frustrated.. I couldn’t play Minetest after a few hours. Shame.
I frustratingly resorted to buying 1 hour of internet time to tend to Azur Lane, Twitter/X, Discord, and post about my progress in the flight. I was moody, frustrated, and desired the quality of flight I had in my three previous flights to-and-from Japan. This flight was stupid. It was tolerable, if stupid.
It was noted out of common curtesy to keep the window blinds closed, I however had to capture this snowy landscape while I had the chance.
Look! Don’t get me wrong. I admire Canada, especially when it handles itself in a common-sense manner. I admire Canada in a natural manner, a scenic manner. I’m proudly Canadian, not an intellectually retarded political activist, but a true Canadian-born Canadian born in Ottawa. I’m proudly Canadian, I admire the real Canada while shunning the fake side of Canada. Sure, I give Canada a lot of flack because it failed itself in a Liberal, political, and fake LGBTQ activism nonsense. That’s not Canada! Canada is where people are polite in a way formal greetings are a thing, people are ACTUALLY polite (the Japanese way), and would help out when you’re in distress. That, or they’ll help you in general kindness.
With the way both Liberals and Trudeau have destroyed Canada you see less of that, and more social degradation, less humane mannerism, and jackasses openly vile to other people. You have immigrants actively eating bananas, apples, cherries, ice cream cones, & etc in stores without paying. You call them out and you’re allegedly a “r-a-c-i-s-t” because Liberals desire a genuine racist world. Liberals desire to sexually violate little children, turn females into unlovable entities, and make Canada a 3rd world Nation. Ottawa and Canada is depressing with how Trudeau openly violated the Canadian populations over fake values and ideals. Fake political activism, one now haunting Japan to the point they’re attempting to fight back.
I love Canada in a more traditional sense where people are helpful and kind to each other. I admire Canada where people say “hello”, actually care about your well being, and behave in a way a rural town folk would behave, or Japan. You know, common sense practices in what Liberals consider “racist”, “transphobic”, and other fake victim mindsets. Liberals are professional victims. You’re not allowed to be human, be living, have a house, nor eat food. I admire Ottawa when I can actually eat proper food from food joints, obtain what I need, and tend to my hobbies in an undisturbed manner. I can’t even visit downtown areas without risking getting jumped by bad actors, something I was safely able to do across the various Japanese cities and towns I visited in Japan. Or in the past, prior to the whole political nonsense, all prior to 2015. I safely made it to downtown Ottawa and back during those years.
The point? (Too long, didn’t read?):
I admire the real Canada, not the fake Liberal political LGBTQ child-sexual-violating Canada. I admire the true, real Canadian side of things where people are ACTUAL human beings, not the whiny, moany, sabotaging tantruming children waving Liberal manners in fake victim behaviour. I admire our aviation history, our navy, and our actual Canadian culture, not the shoe-horned fake political activism culture of Canada. We’ve been guilted in being shamed in admiring our history, acknowledging our past to pay damages to fake victims of Canada. Political activists, the same ones harming Japan by placing Femboy bars in Yokohama, censoring Japanese games and Anime, erecting Rape towers in Osaka, fake LGBTQ wellness offices in Osaka, and a mentally corrupted restaurant in the outskirt of Sapporo. Don’t make the same mistake as both Canada and USA have made. LGBTQ people can’t be trusted….. They’ll urinate on your religious shrines, as the Chinese have done to Japanese shrines. This isn’t exaggeration, nor a joke. Look at all the toppled statues and burnt churches in North America, and with Trudeau’s endorsement. Japan shouldn’t follow in the same footsteps.
Now the fun part began! I had to figure out how to get from this gate to my next flight in short order. I began to walk my way down a corridor to which many passengers were flagged down to head into an express area. A rushed area. During this time I wish I took pictures within the airport, but once again (like the Pokémon Tokyo-Narita window situation) I felt rushed. I was flagged towards standing terminals, heading to one to tend to my customs and security details. I entered the details, had picture taken, printed out the paper and shown it to security moments later. Had to show it again a little while longer after going down numerous hallways, corridors, and passageways. Almost like a maze. Even passing by a by-pass area overlooking an arrival-departure lobby area.
(Prior to my arrival into Montreal, I had long worried about how I would transfer over from my AC6 flight over to my AC8013 flight. I’m glad there is an express way solely for those who have connecting flights. Express detours for connecting flights. Makes sense.)
We had to wait in a lengthy corridor to turn around a U turn bend to have our baggage scanned once more. After a lengthy amount of time we were processed and cleared. From there, I attempted to follow the signage to where I needed to go. I was being hasty. I sped through numerous areas, even accidentally staring at some people taking important hockey-related selfies. My bad!
I sped walked, even awkwardly outpacing another guy who stared right back at me over my weirdness. I was jetlagged, I was frustrated, I was tired, and I desired to reach my next destination. I even stared out a window observing a business jet (Learjet, CRJ, or similar), on a take-off while having a steep climb. I stared at it all happily, even looking back at people at a booth who were staring at me. I had many people staring at me. It was weird. Noted, I proceeded to venture further down the terminal hallway to see where my designated gate was. Now panicking, I rushed back the way I came to seek out my gate. I would double back, seeing my gate (Gate 25) is hidden in a stupid hole-in-a-wall entrance. Easy to miss, hard to make out. At a glance, it appears hidden, almost like a shop front. It was near where I observed either a business jet, CRJ, or similar taking off in a steep climb. A stone’s throw away from that area. I could genuinely throw a stone from that window to the entrance and vice versa.
Frustrated, I briskly walked into that tunnel, down some escalators, onto some floor escalators to speed you along, and up a set of escalators. I eventually reached my designated area.
From AC6 to a secluded AC8013 – Montreal to Ottawa (18:15).
Frustrated from the whole experience I desired to sit down, especially next to a charger area. I needed to charge my phone once more. I asked, the lady kindly allowed me to sit, and I sat. I waited, even notifying those who are to pick me up about my status. Everything was crazy.
I had one final issue to go through, and it would be other rude Canadians taking up my seat. My jetlag and fatigue wouldn’t allow this to be a calm situation. Everything had to be screwed up, even if at the moment it was peaceful. Everything would be briefly peaceful, the calm before the storm……
It was firmly stated any extra carry-ons would be held, if transferred over to the Ottawa airport. It’s a small aircraft with only a small amount of planes with those with extra baggage to offer theirs up. Would arrive at the same time as our flight, if placed elsewhere.
I can’t tell if I bumped my head on the frame, It was however stressed to watch our heads while boarding.
An issue arose where the seating identification may have either been misaligned, or passengers became greedy, selfish, and idiotic taking my seat. I made a scene with how people allegedly took my seat, even with one guy noting a one-number difference from my seating. I showed him mine, even noting where I at. I heard someone shouting I should take a seat anywhere and I still vented.
I genuinely desired to shout out – “Fuck you, Canadians! I desire to go back to Japan where the Japanese are courteous, and kind!”
I mean, I Tweeted/posted it on Twitter/X. I openly vented on Twitter/X at how stupid Canadians are, and how I was seat jacked. Sure, I can agree the seating identification may have allegedly been misaligned, something my host would note with their own experiences. Air Canada sucks in that regard, and they themselves may have also spawned this confusing situation. I wish the Air Canada staff would have actively guided me. I was livid. How the fuck can you fuck this up?! I know I shouldn’t swear, and pardon my language, but this was fucking unprofessional on both Air Canada’s and from the Canadian local’s side. I’m also just as angry with the selfish couple as much as I am with the guy who shouted at me to take a seat. Fuck you!
I desired, 110%, to go back to Japan. Fuck Canada! I haven’t fully settled back down in Ottawa (I have yet to get there), and it already fucked me over. Fucking, fuck, fuckery, fucking, fuck! I had to deal with passive-aggressive Canadians once again. I had to deal with rude ass idiots. I wasn’t happy. I noted this to my friend and he agreed with me Japan is far better than what Canada has become.
Yes, yes, I know. I’m aware… I shouldn’t curse, but that is how bad it was. I almost desired to strangle the screwed up husband-wife coupe. As for the Air Canada staff in the situation? I don’t even know what they were doing. I failed to register their presence in the plane. I assumed they were both at the very front and back of the plane.
*Angry noises*
Look! I intentionally chose the Tokyo to Montreal flight because it was a safer option than Toronto. I would have had genuine murderous intent in Toronto if people crossed me there. Montreal was a safer option, and same with Vancouver. I also mainly desired to fly in this De Havilland Dash-8 for scientific purposes. Two birds with one stone! Out of necessity, and to experience what flying in a Dash-8 really is like, and it was genuinely smooth. Other than Canada’s retardation, the flight itself was awesome! I genuinely enjoyed the flight, even if I was livid from being provoked constantly.
In hindsight: Maybe this was indeed my initial seat, but that doesn’t explain why I was one number off. My seat was were the screwed up husband-wife couple was at. Yes, I chose a seating next to the engine, and the seating they were in was only two seats further up. I could have had a neat parallel view of the propeller. Instead, I have a view of the engine and gear, something which is also neat.
Fuck the rude Canadians. Fuck them! Maybe there was a genuine misunderstanding, you however do not screw this simple thing up. I even followed the seating plan labeled above the seating.
Why does Canada always have to punish me, then gaslight me into pretending everything has to be my fucking fault. That’s what I’m sick and tired of, something Japan showed me what I was genuinely wrong with. I wasn’t wrong in this stupid seating situation.
There is a part of me believing Air Canada saw my Tweet/Post desiring to have some petty revenge on me in some way, manner, or shape. It’s not a 100% thought, it however is a thought, and I’m annoyed by it. The potentially bad seating alignment numbering, the rude passengers, and just a dumb experience. Other than that, if I do ignore the whole human experience, the flight itself was golden. I enjoyed seeing the nightly cityscape, landscape, and even the police car racing to its call in some small town. It’s a neat experience, something I’m glad I was able to experience.
Now that I’m safely back in Canada, if highly reluctantly and depressed, I had to make my way from the Gate to where my baggage would pop out of. I had to walk through a fair large distance to reach fancy glass doors (ones you can’t go back through) to reach your baggage. Once there, my friend/host waved at me, welcoming me back into Ottawa. We greeted one another, venturing to a pillar foundation on the other side waiting on the luggage and baggage to be circulated through.
We conversed, talked about Japan and local Ottawa stuff, and even about work. We conversed about how brainless work is constantly implementing stupid decisions. That, and how my coworker was injured at work. We waited, and waited, and I also awkwardly noticed the same lady who was polite to me was also standing nearby us overhearing our topic of Japan. Apparently some neighbors also traveled to Japan for some skiiing.
After a lengthy wait one of my luggage showed itself. Shortly after, my second luggage came around, and I’m glad I locked it with locks. It spun around the area for 1-2 cycles prior to me recognizing my own bag. I audibly noted how I was blind, still relieved I picked it up. Once obtained, I had to note the secondary bag contained gifts for both of them, it was a necessary piece of additional luggage.
We traveled to the garage, placing the bag in, and went off on our way, if with a few confusing moments with tickets. Parking while having to pay is a bit confusing for them. I understand. While leaving the airport, heading down the airport parkway route back home I nostalgically asked if there were any convenience stores (Konbini) I could go to for a quickly nightly snack. It was late, and everything else tends to close roughly around the time I arrive, and I was hungry. Granted, I wouldn’t want Konbini food in Canada with how trashy they are. They’re not like Japan’s higher quality food standards. Everything is far better in Japan.
Arriving back at home was weird. The dream was fully over, and I was sad.
Everything felt weird after one month of being absent from this home. Certain stuff was re-arranged, the mood was different, and everything was surreal to me. I was tuned to Japan, even if it may have not appeared as such to other people and the Japanese folks. I had Japanese oriented expectations.
And that concludes the second round of my Japan trip, a necessary trip for sanity, for bucket list objectives, and to mainly go for Sapporo’s Winter snow Festival. The “window-of-opportunity” was once again open, and I had to grasp it before it was too late, if with an awkward stumbling walk into and out of Japan. It was a case of “Now or never”, and I jumped on that chance, if awkwardly. I also needed this to push away any signs of ‘Cabin Fever’, one which people around the world suffered from in relation to the overly devastating COVID-19 draconian over-exaggerated nonsense. Government over-reach, stuck indoors, and anti-social measures turning people in suicidal messes. A happy trip solely for Sapporo’s Winter Festival! Bonus points of interests both prior and after my Sapporo visit. Good times!
Everything was proudly accomplished in this 2024 trip, if with a few hiccups, and I’m proud of what I achieved there. Sure, I may be peeved with hipsters and fakers preventing me from having my spotlight with Sapporo’s Winter Festival in relation of Gundam Seed Freedom & Blue Archive sculptures, but everything else was awesome. Certain people angered me with how fake they were, I however had more fun with the real Japan over the fake Japan and fake Western ideals invading Japan.
This Japan 2024 trip focus mainly around the Sapporo Festival being the major highlight of the trip, if with noteworthy sights and scenery both prior and after Sapporo’s visit. Was also amusing seeing Tokyo being hit with a snowstorm on the day prior to leaving from Hakodate to Sapporo. My trip initially consisted with arriving in Tokyo to acclimate, to travel to Hakodate for Anime vibes, to venture to Sapporo for the main event of Winter Festival, fly down to Fukuoka for the Gundam Statue at Fukuoka’s Lalaport. From there, I would take a bullet train to Himeji Castle (by mistake), back down to Kure, and up to Tokyo. While in Tokyo I would re-admire both Kamakura and Yokosuka for both the trains and Azur Lane navy vibes. From Tokyo, I would reluctantly be forced to return to Canada, back to the hell-hole known as Dictator Trudeau’s negative playground. Disgusting. I would be indirectly provoked on AC6 by a an overly restless Korean, and rudely miss-seated causing unnecessary drama on a Dash-8 (AC8013) from Montreal to Ottawa.
I genuinely miss the formalities, politeness, and the hospitality of Japan. I would naturally assume the Japanese would be angry with me, especially with the countless mistakes I’ve made in both 2023 and 2024. I, however, admire their more human-oriented kindness, something Canada is forced into abandoning. People are ruder, meaner, far more barbaric (as Japan has labeled Canadians & Americans in the past), and more retarded. Japan was a breath of fresh air, and I’m glad Japan fought back against fake political issues to focus more on their own national pride and actual human mannerisms. I’m happy I was able to experience real winter in Hokkaido, something we failed to experience back in Ottawa with how overly unusually mild it was in Ottawa. Light snow, tons of freezing rain, and overly mild conditions. I wouldn’t be surprised if Trudeau was the one setting fires in Canada to push an agenda (something people actively believe in Canada), as well as manipulated the weather in a similar fashion as Dubai had when they were brutally flooded.
I miss the real side Japan. I miss people’s politeness, the JR Train networks, Konbini, and the common sense nature of Japan. Sure, Japan isn’t perfect, everything else about Japan is. I get it, living in Japan may be affordable, working in Japan however is another issue which opens up a can of worms. When I note living in Japan is awesome, I solely note actually living in Japan, excluding the whole “work” factor. Living in Japan itself (without work) in itself is positive. Once you place working conditions into that factor that’s when everything goes downhill. Black companies, overwork, abuse, etc. I understand that. Japanese people tend to give up far too easily, jumping in front of trains, taking their own lives, etc over academic issues, social pressures, and etc. When they don’t, Japan tends to be glorious in other regards. They know how to express themselves in artistic, poetic ways. Their commercials, hobbies, festivals, etc. When Japanese people care, they know how to be truly human, also in a traditional sense, and I respect that in the highest regard. I wish Canadians, true Canadians, could be reminded of that. I wish the Canadians I used to know (prior to the whole bullying episode by Liberal lunatics) were still around, and of the Japanese mentality.
I do have my regrets for 2024, something I originally tended to in 2023, was eating tons of local Japanese food, and less so in 2024. Even if it was from coin restaurants, I still ate local food. I may have eaten less in 2024, especially with how awkwardly I left Ottawa, arrived in Japan all sick, and awkwardly traveled around. I wasn’t myself. I was stressed, exhausted; Rushing everything. Everything felt rushed, or I was rejected in Fukuoka from eating Hakata Ramen, or how I only felt comfortable eating Konbini food over restaurant food because of timing issues (arriving late to my hotel). I genuinely desired to eat local food, it however was a hit or a miss. I understand Japanese folk’s concerns over my eating wellbeing, my Vancouver friend had same issues when I traveled to Vancouver in 2022. Some days I eat better than others, and other days I struggle. I feared for my health in Kure when I nearly obtained a mini-stroke with my vision blurring. If my mini-strokes became worse I would have been screaming in pain, potentially from the numbness in my arms, hands, etc. I’m thankfully glad that wasn’t the case. I eventually recovered, gaining a surprise Ramen meal from the locals of Kure. I thank them for that. I need to thank to thank each, and every overly kind, hospitable, and respectful Japanese locals for their over-kindness. Thanks for having me! Sorry if I was off-beat, I’m still overly thankful and grateful all the same, even if it’s hard for me to show it in my hurt, and harmed condition from Canada.
When it comes to both KanColle and Azur Lane I genuinely do admire both, if with a bias towards Azur Lane after much salty experiences with KanColle. I’ll still actively seek out KanColle attractions and merchandise (as I had in Yokohama few days prior to my leaving), and Azur Lane events (Yokosuka Valentines Day event) in the general vicinity. I know there are KanColle Loyalists who have thrown me under the bus, and I’ll say everything is their fault for being idiotic in a “loyalist” kind of way. That’s not how you connect with people, but that’s on them. I admire both KanColle and Azur Lane, even if I tend to lean heavier into Azur Lane for how far more rewarding it is over KanColle. #MakeKanColleFunAgain.
I simply can’t stop admiring the beauty of Himeji castle. The beauty in the wooden architectures, the way the castle is designed, and how elegant everything is. Elegance, poetic nature, and how when Japanese truly care you can see see their pride shining through. Sometimes it’s overt, other times it’s covert, the Japanese are however genuinely proud of their nation. I can’t stop admiring the wooden architectural beauty of Himeji castle, and other wooden and stoned castles, museums, and architecture in Japan. They have far more charm and character than anything metallic. Granted, metallic structures sometimes do have their own charms, if done correctly. Himeji Castle left a lasting impression on me, and I admire it so.
Lastly, to conclude. I can rant and ramble all I desire in a future blog post, I however shall conclude on the note of how far more human, realistic, and proper Japanese females are over Western ones. Both male and females, just this part is how far more attractive Japanese females are. Yes, I loosely had hopes of befriending more Japanese females in Japan, especially with the whole Valentines deal, even if I knew it would be a gamble, and I wouldn’t necessarily be that lucky. I still tried, if loosely. Things can’t be that easy, and I’m not allowed to befriend females because that’s just how things are. Fate, destiny, and such are not in my favour. Japanese luck (Fukuka tower fortune) noted as such. There’s something in my “fate” dictating I’m simply not allowed to befriend females in general, Western or Japanese, etc to the point everything becomes highly frustrating. Even so, disregarding that subject, Japan, as a whole, is far more human than the politically corrupted Western society, something which comes off as ironic when other people noted how “robotic” Japanese are, to a fault. And sure, there are “some” nice girls in the Western world, they however tend to be of the dark-skinned variety, or of the highly rare variety. All innocent, girly, and kind, they however are not my type for being of a different biological group. That, or they’re taken. I’m the type who prefers either white or Asian females, admiring the humane nature of the Japanese female population in Japan over their more polite, femininity, and far more attractive nature over the more abusive types found in Western society. The two Japanese Mothers (Fukuoka & Yokohama), or the overly elegant bowing while provided ramen (Yokohama), or how I conversed with a Japanese girl (Kumiko) over my well-being at Mount Moiwa, in Sapporo. Or recieving cute smiles from various Japanese girls while at hotels, ryokans, hostels, etc.
It may be a bit difficult to differentiate between Japan and Korean over location differences in Japan, I however found Japanese females far more attractive, feminine, and proper than their Western counterpart. Western girls tend to be morally corrupt, slutty, bitchy, LGBTQ oriented, bratty, not intelligent, retarded, and unattractive. They concern themselves more on sexual body counts than they do about their own morality and self worth. They have no self respect. Western females tend to be death-traps in various, numerous manners to the point you tend to see more white males with Asian female partners, young and old. I had far more positive experiences with Asian females than Western ones making me desire to venture back to Japan for more human-like experiences in a general social manner. Liberals destroyed the Western world to the point Western females would much rather act manly, LGBTQ-retarded, and unlike themselves to the point Asian females are far better than their Western counterpart. Every Japanese interaction (Male and female) was highly refreshing, surprising, and overly human. The few times I was stalked, harassed, and berated by a pedophile-minded female from a gaming community solidified why Western society is retarded, and it’s political Liberal corruption. False labeling people as “incel” when normal people don’t even use that term, further proving why Japanese society is far more heavenly than the Western world. No normal individual utters the word “incel”, only internet idiots. Sure, Japan may not be perfect, Japan however comes off as far better in other regards than abusive political activists actively destroying everything they touch like a disease. People genuinely desire to urinate on the street, religious sites, burn down religious monuments, something which should be outright shunned. Political activists are disgusting. They need to be re-educated to be proper human beings, something Japanese people have shown themselves to be during my two visits, and from various social media interactions.
I even need to thank Seiko (from Kure) for the overly Anime-like moment while sharing an umbrella to shelter me from the rain while doing a ramen run. Not to make it weird, I however appreciate Japanese hospitality and formalities in high regard making me note this over Western political corruption. Japan is a breath of fresh air, something traditional Europe used to be, and what Canada used to be. The way the Western world has degraded forced me to idolize traditional European values twice as much, and Japanese culture that much higher. I genuinely felt far more independent, more of my own self, and far more proud I was able to do things on my own accord. I have to constantly bag people to help me out in Canada all thanks to Liberal corruption. I have to ask people to drive me around, to accomplish things, and tasks which tend to take needlessly longer than they otherwise should take. I’m not allowed to live in Ottawa, let alone eat properly, even if I do occasionally order Ubereats, etc. Good food in Ottawa tends to be a rare treat for me.
Japan shall be missed! I hope to come back to Japan in the future, whenever that shall be.
(Side-note: There shall be two Japanese oriented blog posts – Lumix GF1 & 360 Camera focus – as well as a third one relating to being gifted by a Japanese friend following this blog post.)
Future Desires:
If I ever return to Japan I’ll have to place the Tokyo Skytree in my top places to properly visit. To scale up, face my fear of heights, and to capture both images and videos from up high. If I can buddy up with a Japanese friend for encouragement then that would be a bonus.
I failed to travel to both Aoomori and Sasebo, they’re both on my future list. Same with Sendai, and Kobe. I need to visit places I haven’t traveled to, and I’ve made an external list noting my wishes, plans, and desires. I need to visit Sasebo for my KanColle side of things, even if KanColle has forsaken Canadian players from their fanbase.
Kushiro is also on my place to visit thanks to Microsoft Flight Sim 2020 for introducing me to the place. A nice steam train is waiting for me there, and same with a flowery garden clock. Not just that, oysters as well. Kushiro prides themselves on oysters. Kushiro was also the first place I landed in digital Japan in a TBM9 aircraft, also prior to my 2023 trip, making it a highly significant, memorable place to visit. I hope I can manage this sometimes in the future.
Shizuoka, again thanks to Flight Sim 2020, is also on my places to visit and travel to. Initially because of Flight Sim 2020, now also for having traveled by Shizuoka via bullet train a few times. It seems like a nice place, also for memory and historical significance. For it’s pride in plastic models.
Nagoya is also a place I desire to visit, partially because I befriended a Japanese KanColle Admiral from there, but also because I passed through there, as with Shizuoka, on-route to Tokyo. It seems like another place to check out, learn more about, and admire. And yes, I also flew above it in Flight Sim 2020.
Then there are also places on the Western side of Japan, areas hit by various storms and earthquakes, sadly forced not to visit them. I desired to, sadly unable to do so because of recovery efforts. I shouldn’t get in the way of Japanese rebuilding efforts. There are places around Toyama (to the east) with a gorgeously illuminated rice terrace. It failed to pop up on Google Maps during this blog posting.
Bonus: Shinano for Azur Lane & KanColle’s Shinano. Name-sake amusements. Akita thanks to a romance anime ‘Dangers in my heart’ visiting a beautiful scenic (winter) town. Anime is beautiful. Realistically, there are simply far too many places to visit in Japan to the point I have to be highly selective in places I actually visit. Way too many places to visit and admire in Japan, far too many I have to be painfully selective in where I visit, and for how long.
There are also other places to note, and I’ll leave that for others to find in external listings. The next Japanese trip window may be in Fall/Autumn 2025, probably also conflicting with Summer 2025 Halifax visit to check out HMCS Sackville for both KanColle and Azur Lane amusements.
In short:
Aoomori, Sasebo, Sendai, Kobe, Kushiro, Shizuoka, Nagoya; Toyama, Shinano, Akita.
Thanks for viewing, hope you enjoyed! Hope to see you in the next Japanese blog postings!