…or How I Learned that the Swedish Transportation System Sucks.
…or I Know How you Feel, but I do it Anyway.

Yokohama. I must be frank and say that I didn’t get to see much of the city – we spent the bigger part of our stay yesterday at the hotel (Yokohama Royal Park), enjoying the view from our room, on the 59th floor(!), over Yokohama over to Chiba, and the Tokyo tower in the far, yet not too far, Tokyo distance. And with an amusement park below with colours of all variations, I took the time to snap some experimental shots (meaning bracketing and long time exposures – both very exotic to me) with my camera with a few pillows acting as camera stand.

Because of the (serious) lack of wifi, we ended up not being on facebook and twitter, but watching several Entourage episodes in the comfort of the city lights, Krispy Kreme donuts, beer and soup.

Yes, this is indeed another one of them travelling diaries, creatively switching to past tense whenever I feel like it or forget what I was using in the last sentence. No editing.
Well maybe a little editing to add pictures and to translate stuff from Swedish when I subconciously switch to that in my head, but you’ll still get the Comic Sans Treatment(TM) (which I am seriously considering as the default font for body text for the entire blog) and all those extremely hilarious remarks I trumph. A good thong to have in mind when reading this is that being serious in writing isn’t my forté -for the record. And yeah, I meant thing by thong, but I’m so keeping it there.

I am currently enjoying the speed on a Shinkansen SUPER EXPRESS bound for Kyoto. The japanese really have a knack fir naming their trains, SUPER EXPRESS is a far better name than Öresundståg or X2000.

Sitting next to me is a Japanese man who is working his butt off on his laptop, while listening to music on an age-old portable CD-player (seems to be listening to a compilation CD “Beat Pops 1″).

A general observation:
What is it with Japanese and the fact that they always remove their wrist watches when travelling anywhere that is longer than 45 minutes away? Are their watches that uncomfortable? Maybe that’s a business idea – comfy wrist watches. It’s not like they place it on the table to see what time it is, they just put them anywhere.

Also, why do business men here always clutter their desktops with PDF documents and other work related stuff? I might not be a clean freak/perfectionist myself, but the way they do it seems utterly pointless, but I guess it’s the same with any kind of mess. My dad will probably be disagreeing with me on this one saying that it will ultimately take more time cleaning the mess up than finding what you are looking for in it (“the perfect mess”).

The bullet train just whisked past Fuji-san! It truly is a superb mountain. I first saw it for real today, when we were having breakfast on the 70th floor with a panoramic view over entire Yokohama, and in the distance, Fuji.

I Kyoto I will probably do some touristing at a shrine or three, visit some of the places that my Wallpaper* city guide has to offer (designer cafès most likely) and relax at the onsen-ish hotel we are going to stay at.

Arrival!