Nagoya Week 1

Alternate Title: Orientation Hell

I arrived in Nagoya airport at 10:30 in the morning. I was in the back of the plane, so I was among the last to leave and as such, did not have to wait very long for my baggage at the carousel. After that, and with the help of several very patient rail employees, I was on my way to the dorm. Upon arrival, I made the foolish decision of not waiting for the elevator, and taking the stairs up instead... while carrying about a hundred pounds of luggage.
I was doing very well for the first three flights. At the sixth, I was wondering if the stairs would ever end. After I made it up I was rather drenched in sweat.
And then the walk up to the hill began.
By the time I arrived at the dorm, I was quite ready to lay down and never move again, but I was compelled to take a shower in preparation for the meet-and-greet thing. When I arrived at my room, I must admit I was underwhelmed. It is tiny. The bed alone takes up a third of the room and the bathroom looks like it belongs in an airplane. On the plus side, there is an oddly large amount of storage space and the bed is somehow long enough for me.
We had pizza, etc...
Orientations bla bla bla
Japanese garbage system bla bla
the internet is expensive or hard to find bla

WEEKEND!

On Saturday a group of us decided to go to the local aquarium.



We are a rather international bunch. England, Australia, Switzerland, Germany, France, Turkey, Sweden, Minnesota, Minnesota, Minnesota, Minnesota, China, Korea, Uzbekistan, and more are represented.

Anyways the aquarium was amazing. They had an incredible dolphin show, as well as a whole bunch of fish and some penguins.





After that, we visited Oosu and walked around a bunch pretending to shop.
On Sunday, we went to go see Nagoya Castle. I didn't really know we were going, so I didn't bring my camera. We had lunch at a restaurant called "ORYMPIA" and it was average. The castle itself had been converted into a museum inside and was very well done. We went to a sort of mall called Oasis 21 and they were having some sort of live Japanese traditional crafts exhibition. There was a woman extracting silk from cocoons, a man making tatami mats, and a random old guy who talk to me a lot. The moral of the story is that Japanese people are hard to understand when they talk too fast and slur their words.
After escaping from the very nice people who insisted on talking to us, we decided to make our way to the Pokémon Center. On the way, we were distracted by a shop that had a large amount of studio Ghibli stuff. Then we were distracted by the Jump shop next door. We eventually made it to the Pokémon center and there was much rejoicing. I bought a sweet deck box that has Mewtwo fighting that new Ice/Dragon Legendary whose name I can't remember.
Once we returned to the dorm, I made myself dinner and played Hisoutensoku against my Uzbek friend. It was much too close of a game.
I must train.