Iwakuni

Hey ya'll. The weirdest thing so far is waking up and still being in Japan. The differences are relentless. You walk across the street, you almost get ran over because you are looking the wrong way. You have to look to the left first here. Oh, and then you're walking down the street and it seems like the cars are pulling over to talk to you... until you realize they're just ON that side.

The exit signs are really cool. I'll take a picture and post it.

I had oyaki donburi for lunch yesterday. It's rice in a bowl with checken and egg on top. I also had Inari, sort of like cornbread balls with rice inside. I noticed that while my American friends got two cans of juice/soda, an entree and an appetizer, the japanese got what seemed like an appetizer and drink, and left. We're all huge fat pigs. It's kind of humorous. It made me want to wear slippers and a karate-kid headband, eat rice, and practice my disciplined kicks and punches until I get cut out of wood.

Then I went to sleep. Maybe I'll find a headband after the food digests... zzz. zzz.