Extra! Extra! Nagasaki

After the insane delight of the football we were sweaty, in fact sweatier than I may have ever been. To celebrate our new stench we went to, first the Nagasaki peace park, and then to the Atomic Bomb Museum.

The park was nice, some good sculptures and a calm atmosphere, the same goes for the bomb epicentre. It was in the museum that I really needed to de-oderise, people where looking at me and Steve pretty funny. In fairness they were right to.

The museum itself was very informative and restrained. It brought us down quite heavily from the cloud that the football had placed us on. I wont go into details about the museum to much, just one day try and go.

Also I didn't sign the patition asking for President Obama to come to Nagasaki. That was a little weird. Apparently no US President has ever been there, which is shameful, but it was still a little weird.

We shot back to hostel to shower.

Well guess what.

'We are closed!'

'I know you are closed until four, but could I maybe have a shower.' I mime smelling myself. 'I smell awful, can't you tell?'

'No we are closed, I am am sorry'

'You're not sorry, if you were you'd let me shower, lazy cow'

'alright, lets go' Says Steve, the voice of Scottish reason.

I hate this hostel.

Therefore me and Steve, still smelling rather funky, went and got Japanese haircuts.

Now I know what you're think and no. There is no manga face on this kid. I just got my soft Mohawk shaved off. Now I have hair on top and that be it. Steve had the sides of his hair shaved, a surprisingly good look for him.

I have discovered, and the hairdressers was a great case in point, that if you haggle in Japan they give you stuff for almost free. This, I believe, is down to a few factors.

1. They don't expect it, so do it for the laugh
2. They are so shocked and instinctively polite that they do it anyway

Either way a haircut that should have cost 3100Yen (20quid) cost me 1000yen. That sounds good but the haircut was so good that I gave him 2000yen instead. I felt that I had somewhat insulted his artistic integrity.

Anyway, everyone's a winner.

Apart from me of course, I still hummed.

We showed up at four and then sat in the nearby park watching kids playing baseball. Steve showed me some dance moves, he enjoys break dancing but would be first to admit that he is only a beginner. In the end he had two Japanese kids up with him and he thought them some moves, all pretty pleasing.

We drank in the park with the girls from the previous night, mainly so we didn't have to sit in the bloody hostel. After a while a flash flood started and we ran back to the hostel for cover.

We were sent to bed at 11 again, so drank in the toilets, like naughty school kids.

It was a very rubbish hostel.

Anyway one final note before Kobe is explained to you all.

The Australian Mick Johnno.

Many of you reading this may not know the old salty sea captain that has laid anchor in the small bar of the Haworth Arms, but let me assure you Bill was his long lost Australian cousin. He had a red face, flaky skin, bright white hair, in his 60's and was impossible to hold a conservation with. That isn't to say that the three of us didn't talk, its just that Bill doesn't really understand that conversations are made from give and take. It was more like being told lots of stuff by an affable grandad.

Anyway he was an artist, spoke good Japanese and was all round a rather lovable character.

By the way if you notice any grammer errors in these post please tell me straight away, I will disregard the comment, but ya know, its nice to know who your friends are.

Peace