Jonbu the baker

First day of our Hokkaido trip. I have No Inspiration for this post.. not after staring blankly, daydreaming, sitting in hot water.. kk i’ll do it freestyle and wing it.

“ is emailing again?”

There’s looking all innocent and confused, just like her bb pictures that I’ve yet to see. Steve’s at his beloved keitai. This is at the airport, by the way. We just got our tickets and checked in, ready to go to the boarding gate. We arrived too early so had too much time.

“Another Macro shot”

This is at the boarding gate. We took like 15 pictures each because it was so exciting just sitting there. Plus we had too much time.

“Wow, they printed our names in katakana”

These names don’t mean a thing, unlike international tickets. Wow, my thumb is so slender. at this angle you can almost see steve on the ground. is he still on his keitai..?

“Aye, can’t eat mos burger here”

The only way to eat a mos burger in Gifu would be to bike almost an hour. Seeing a mos burger 15 steps away is really enticing. Throughout the trip I saw various McDonalds and KFC. And kfc smells so good, especially in the snow. If only they have KFC ramen. Warrrrgh..

“I feel like bungie-jumping”

This is the view from our Sheraton hotel room. It looks great at night. But no, I didnt take a night shot on day one. Can’t put it in this post.

“We know no shame”


This is on the sapporo subway. We barbaric gaigin went in and took the only available courtesy seats. Handycap, Elderly, Pregnant. We’re neither, but we’re gaigin. Of course we’d have offered the seats when the opportunity comes.

“I love McDonalds”

See? McDonalds. I didnt imaginarily place various McDonalds on the streets I walked by. (just to make sure, there is a McDonalds in this picture, right?) And this is near the ramen street of Susukino, which also happens to be the home of the overly famed Keyaki ramen.

“Chashu mo NAI”

The Keyaki ramen line up. Not that long until you realize how slowly it moves. And especially when you realize that you’re waiting for the chashu ramen that’ll never materialize. “Chashu mo NAI” will be a good title if I were to write a book about this hokkaido trip.

“Who cares about chashu”

ste-”sexy-beast-inside”-bu struck a conversation with the lonely girl behind us in the lineup, and we chatted like 4 namacha pandas. Her name is Chie. She’s from Osaka, works for a milk company that also has office in hokkaido, and she lined up for plain miso ramen with no toppings. Took the picture, but never really exchanged contacts.
She finished her ramen before us, and disappeared into the snowy glittering streets of susukino.

“Poster child ramen, right in front of you”

My personal keyaki ramen. I was disappointed that there’s no big chunks of meat. Good ramen nevertheless. The store lady was quick to kick us out into sub zero temperature once we finished. I guess if it weren’t for her, the line would’ve been longer than the 1 1/2 hours that we endured.

“Slurp”

This pretty much ended my day. We walked around susukino more, but I somehow forgot about taking pictures. Must be because of the cold. We walked around trying to look for second dinner, but no avail. Saw many girls in short skirts, while we were wrapped in jackets. By the way, this is a good chance to check out my new haircut.