Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Worst McFlurry Ever?

As you know, wherever I go, I seek out the McDonalds and sample their McFlurry. I had one the day I got to Tokyo. And it was disappointing. 

So, I found one nearby where I am staying now. Same result. It was small. They served it in a short cup, and did not even fill the cup. They apparently only had one flavor, a weak Oreo crumb. And I do not even think it was a true McFlurry, because they served it to me in less time than it takes to make up and properly whip a McFlurry. So, disappointment all around. Not well done, and not much of it. 

For the record, the best McFlurry was in the financial district in Johannesburg. It was caramel and chocolate bits. We would call it a rolo McFlurry. The next best was a rolo McFlurry someplace in North Carolina. After they made the regular rolo McFlurry they put on extra caramel. And it was warm caramel. 

And, for the record, while Tokyo had the worst McFlurry in my travels, my local Walmart had the worst McFlurry ever. Apparently they had them all made up beforehand then stuck them in a freezer or something. 

Crime against nature. 

Sunday, August 11, 2013

More About Toilets



I figured I had seen it all, and done it all, and even felt it all, really,  about toilets when I posted a while back on the subject. 

Then I got to a hostel in Japan. 

Check it out.   


Notice the instructions on the inside of the top seat. One does not usually need those. But one does not usually have a control panel like the one you see at left. 

Here's a close up:


And here are the English instructions on the wall for those who still did not get it:


So, this seat has it all. It was a joy to, uuhhh,  experiment with. 

No more toilet paper, just a gentle spray and away you go. 

BUTT wait, there's more. 

I left Fuji and checked into the Tokyo hostel, and there was even more!!!!! 


In Tokyo, the seat can be warmed, you can make it play a flushing sound, adjust the flow of the water jets. And seriously, I have only been in Tokyo for a few hours.
I don't know what else toilets can do here. 

And you want a sink near your toilet? How's this?



I gotta get back to America. 




Friday, August 9, 2013

On Top of Old Fuji


Made it to the top. Body working well enough. Don't look forward to a couple of days from now when soreness sets in. But I made it. 

Crossing Japan

It was an innocent enough request. 

I asked if he understood English.

 He was twenty something and selling tickets at the station in Yonago.  This is a small town in southwest Japan. I was here after a short train ride from the ferry boat dock. 

So I showed him the address and the name of the train station I wanted to go to. He said it did not exist. Which confirmed what mi Internet research had told me (even though it was right there in the hostel directions!!!

Anyway, we worked at it a while and it turned out that he was going to get me close, and then let another local railroad try to get me there. 

So, I rode a real nice train for a couple of hours, and then had a 45 minute layover before my next train. Great. Enough time to get more money. I had swapped a $20 bill for some yen when I jumped off the boat, but that would not last long. 

 I could not get the two at atm's in the station to work, and there was no money changer. So I went down the street looking for something. Nothing. This after six weeks with three ATM machines on every corner in Russia and even Mongolia. I finally found a bank of three machines. None worked. I went to a bank. Neither of theirs accepted my card. AND they did not change dollars. IN A BANK!!!

I found a hotel (whose ATM would accept none of my three cards) and they directed me across the street to the post office. They had two machines. But neither would talk to me. But, they would change money. 

I had 14 minutes till train time. I was across the square from the station. I handed her the two hundreds. She gave me some forms to fill out. I did my best. But I was sweating so much, and had gotten so sloppy, she wanted me to redo them. I gave up. I grabbed my bucks ( not yen) and ran for the station, where I made my train with four minutes to spare. 

Then three hours on the bullet train and a whole adventure later. 

I did get my money eventually, at a hotel a in Tokyo. But, even here I screwed it up. Turns out I misplaced a decimal point   and got $500 instead of fifty dollars worth of yen. Well, that is a bit understandable after being in two countries with exchange rates of 1000 and 1500 to the dollar. At least the yen is an international currency. Or maybe I'll just spend it. 

Oh, and the guy I asked if he understood English? Judging by the route he took me-- I doubt it. 

Thursday, August 8, 2013

On the Toilet

You know, on reading that, maybe I should have said "ABOUT" the toilet.  

Toilets are important to the traveller. Many travelers use them daily. And a careless traveler who neglects the common sense things uses one or more toilets several times an hour. Many of the locals also use them. But travelers always seem to talk about them more. 

I heard one exchange the other day.  

"I can't wait to get back to a clean toilet."

"Yeah," somebody else replied, "and one where can just throw the toilet paper in instead of using that little trash can. "

"I want one that flushes instead of just falls in a hole."

And finally: "I want one you can sit on." 

Fact is, we care a lot. 

I don't have any pictures (on the phone) of the most common toilet I have seen in the outback, but it is basically a six inch wide by eighteen inch gap in the planking of a wooden platform suspended over a hole from three to fifteen or so food deep. 

Many of them had great views. 

Using these toilets for #1 is no big deal, but, really most guys just walk a few feet away from the bus or whatever and skip the whole toilet thing. 

Using a squat toilet for  #2, though takes preparation. First off, you have to check that you have toilet pepper. Then you tie your shoelaces so the laces are not flopping. You make sure all your pants pockets are closed, zipped, etc, your camera case latched, and nothing loose hanging anywhere. If you are wearing long pants, pull them up so nothing is dragging. Check that the money belt around your waist is closed and secure. 

Check around if you are my age. Look for something clean to grab and lean on. Getting up from a full squat can be awkward. 

If it is nighttime, be sure you have your headlamp ready. 

Finally, all secure, maneuver into position and squat. Check that all clothing is out of the way and..., well execute. Then move away from the hole and pull up your drawers. 

Then leave. Quickly. 

The first time I saw a squat toilet, in the Naples train station forty years ago, I thought they were just cheap ways to make a toilet. Subsequently, I have seen tiled, gold inlaid, porcelain, and all sorts of classy squat toilets. Here is a nice one on the boat I am on now. It has plumbing to rinse it, a little faucet to get water to wash the "area" (this explains two things. First, why you do not use toilet paper with a proper squat toilet, and second, why in two thirds of the world you don't eat or shake hands with the left hand. ).


By the way, once you work out the program, squat toilets are often better than sit downs--especially when nobody is cleaning the sit down. In the ideal squat, nothing touches anything except the soles of your shoes. 

They also have sit down toilets on the boat, and nice urinals. However, all the porcelain facilities have these laminated pictures of woman's eyes and some Korean text. Noboby I have asked yet tells me what it says. I think "Be careful and Considerate."


Here is the actual detail if you can read Korean. 

Weird to be looking at. 

The train toilets were all sit downs, and although utilitarian and plain, were kept relatively clean. Every car has a "providinsta" (spelling unknown), a lady who acts as conductor, cleaner, alarm clock, security, and all that. She keeps the toilet well stocked and fairly clean. The bummer, though, is that she locks them up from half an hour before a station stop to half an hour after. And some stops are half an hour long. 

But the amazing thing is that the trains in Russia just dump straight to the ground.  I thought that ended years ago. 

I have lots more to say about toilets. I am a traveller. But boat is getting ready to leave and I have to upload before we go to sea and I lose cell coverage. 

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

North Korea

We are cruising past North Korea right now. It is a secretive little country. It put up a fog so we cannot get a good picture of it. 

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Bye-bye Mother Russia

I am on board the Eastern Dream, a cross between a cruise ship and a ferry. 


I had waited on posting the Vladivostok post, hoping to get a picture of me at the end of the line--some kind of kilometer post saying I had made all 9288 kilometers. But, despite my asking around, there was no such sign. Alas, as I waited in line at immigration to get stamped out, there was a video showing, among other things, a guy standing just in front of that very marker. Too late. 


The Eastern Dream has gorgeous bas reliefs of the sea gods as you enter, carpeting and air conditioning, a friendly, helpful staff ( like as cruise ship) a night club and restaurant, and all. Judy would even like it. Well, except that there are 72 beds in our stateroom. 



Now, hold on there. That sounds worse than it is. They all have a little curtain to cover the bed itself. It should be fine. ( I have not gone looking for the bathroom.  I assume they will have something!)

On reviewing what I wrote before. 


Now that my suite mates have arrived, I note that I am the only one in the neighborhood over fifteen years of age, and the only male. This will be a scream!!!

And-still on edit before posting. I have found the bathroom for the  72 of us. It is worthy of a separate blog entry.   So you will have to wait. 

Anyway, I am sitting here drinking a San Miguel. I have only had a few of them in my life. They are good, but not necessarily extra special. The first I ever had one, it was a treat from some rich guy staying at the  big international hotel outside of Kathmandu. He had invited Tom (my hiking partner) and me to lunch to celebrate our trek to Everest. So, I have always associated San Miguel with accomplishment of some adventure. 

They use dollars on this boat. When I paid for the beer with a $20, the clerk gave me (among other things) a bunch of  $2 bills. She was surprised to learn we don't actually use them!!!

Good bye, Mother Russia. I wish you well. I promise if I come back to see you in another 40 years, I will travel first class.