Wednesday, November 9, 2011

DAY 37: Fun-Bound

The ryokan owner wakes me up at 9:30am and I soon after get out of there. There are few places that don't make leaving a gorgeous history-filled city like Kyoto that bad. One is Tokyo. I love Tokyo. It's huge, it's busy, it's safe and it's where everything is at. There is one more place however that may even beat Tokyo in my book. I have been waiting to see this city for years now. When I tried to get into teaching English in Japan....this is the city that I requested. O-SA-KA baybeh! Japan's center of going out, having fun, drinking, easy-going friendly people....and feasting on as much you can fit in your stomach. Yes....if Japan was my country, this would have been the city I would have been born in.

I stop by a local French cafè and enjoy a good breakfeast. Ah...reminds me of my time in Paris (sans the attitude).

Finally, Osaka!
I walk out of Kyoto but soon after decide to hitch a ride. I manage to get one within the first 10 minutes! Super awesome! I am out of Kyoto and into Osaka within the hour. The ride is so quick that I don't even get the driver's name. I get dropped off right near the main station and I thank the good stranger.

Sightseeing
I see a red ferris wheel and decide to hit it up. I then walk my way to a building with another awesome view. I love Osaka already. There is a restaurant on every corner! I am going to stay several days here to take it all in.

At noon I get some delicious food in an underground food court that looks like a rustic old fashion Japanese village. Good stuff!

I have to wait till 7:30pm before I meet my friend Bree, a friend of Natalie's, and so I pick the zoo as my next destination. I make it to the other side of town....but it's 4pm by now, the zoo is closed! What was I thinking? .....Oh well.

I find a temple and relax there for a bit. I am kind of tired, so I might just run the clock out on this one.

Eventually I meet Bree, and crash at her place. Tired....

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