Entry number ni (two, im so interneshunul)! Everybody rejoice!

I'm currently in Kyoto, the cultural capital of Japan. I came here yesterday eve, after spending abooot one and a half day at Kawaguchi-ko, a big lake close to Mt Fuji. Which -supposedly was supposed to be really pretty, but I gotta say fwaamp. It was okay, but after Nikko, I can't say I was impressed. I also went to the moutain itself. Weren't allowed to climb it, since the climbing season ended the 31. of August, buuut I could take a bus up half of it. And again, I must say fwaaamp. It's a really pretty mountain, but it really didn' do it for me.

So yesterday morning, I got on the train bound to Kyoto, by way of Tokyo. From Kawaguchi-ko to Tokyo, I had to take a some local train and an express train, which are slow as baaalls. Takes like forever. Buuuuut, from Tokyo to Kyoto, I got to take the Shinkansen (bullet trains). I had already taken one of them when I went to Nikko, and weren't that impressed. It was fast, but nothing really special. ahmahghad, did it show me I was wrong on the way over to Kyoto. It was all like wooooosh and foooosh and zoooom and even a little zhiiiiing. It was mad. So I got there (from Tokyo) in about two and a half hour, which is craaazaaay, as the distance from Tokyo to Kyoto is about the same as the distance from Oslo to Trondheim.

I arrived at around 6 pm, and got on a bus, that would stop near my hostel. And I have never felt like a more retarded tourist ever. With my two backpacks (one which is just plain gigantic), I'm pretty sure I managed to kill atleast two, maybe three local on my way off the bus. But seeing that the Japanese people are as polite as they are, no-one protested. They bowed and waved me off as I stumbled on towards my hostel. I arrived, were showed to my dorm. There I met a kinda special but at the same time pretty cool couple, consisting of a half spanish, half american guy, and a finnish girl. They had been travelling for like three years or something, working and living of nothing basically. So yesterday eve was spent with them, and we went to eat some of the wierdest food I have ever eaten. It was like a pancake with beef, fish starch, onions, chicken-something, some more fish-something, eggs, some pork, and I something else I'm not sure of. It tasted like... I'm not even sure.

Today was spent walking around the neighboorhood where I stay, looking at　temples and stuff. And let me tell you: TEMPLES EVERYWHERE. Like everySINGLEwhere. Which is pretty neat. The travelling couple had to leave pretty early, so I went on by myself. I found a nice park with a beautiful pond, and sat down, to chill out for a bit. And there I did another discovery: Even the Japanese animals are weird as s***. There was the matter of the Aw jizz Duck and the Ambushing Spider Mom. Let me start off with Aw jizz Duck. I was sitting at this pond, looking at the birds, the skym the flowers and all that other gay s***. And then I saw this duck by the edge of the pond, seemingly getting ready to jump up atop this elevated stoneplatform near the edge. But naah. It was just standing there, shaking its bill at the stone, going all crazy. And I was like "Mr Duck, what are you doing? You and that stone can never be. You being a duck, and it being... Well, a stone." But Mr Duck wouldn't listen. He kept on shaking, and then, perhaps as a gift, took a piss*** just by the rock, and started waddling in its own pisss***, continuing its retarded duck dance for the stone. And it just kept on doing it for like half an hour. After that half hour, I went on.

And then to the spider. As I was walking, I found this really nice forested pathway up to a temple. As I was walking, I had to cross an old woodenbridge. While I was doing this, all of a sudden, a huuuuge spider bursted up from between the wooden boards, jumping onto my foot. "Oh excuse me, Mrs Spider. I must have startled you and your hive. It was really not my intention." Mrs Spider looked at me suspiciously, and replied: I see, accidents do happen." I answered: "To be honest, you startled me!" Mrs Spider smirked; "That -was- my inention!" We laughed, shaked hands, and parted as friends. Or it might have been something more like this: Mrs. Spider jumped upon my foot, I screamed (I was going to write "like a little girl", but in hindsight, I'm pretty impressed by my scream of fear) and kick that motherf*** all the way to China. Not intentionally, but s*** happens. Sorry Mrs. Spider.

I went spelunking for a couple of more hours, and then went to eat dinner. Sushi. I'm pretty proud of myself, ｓｅｅｉｎｇ that I can't eat sushi without nearly barfing. BUT I DIDN'T. Yay me.

Entry number two is done. You are more than welcome.