Actually Kyoto

This has been a Kyoto intensive weekend. Leaving Shinagawa at 7.10 Friday morning and returning Sunday 23.something. The temple and shrines were okay, but was nothing to compare to Satuday day, which I spent on my own, taking photos along the river,  and walking around in non-touristy places. The sun was shining, it was warm, and I felt calm, relaxed and happy, happy in a life is good and I'm enjoying every second of it. 

Friday evening was dinner and discussions about everyone's reponsibility in fighting the war, even if it means jungle missions and blood; review of international toilet rating scale and some other stuff too. 

Me and Martin went to a few bars on Saturday night, and that was fun too. Crazy and drunk resturant/bar owner gave us beer, nato, and tsukemono, we offered them snus. We met Pineappel samurai from Okinawa, and drank tasty nihonshuu. Made it home in one piece; all good - got it under control. 

I'm one sock short (I think Kyoto is stealing clothes), I will not mention the A-word close to Mizzy, your mother jokes were tried out with limitied success, I inhaled water and got caught up in the giggle loop (completely sober). 

Bird at the Falafel place. 
Falafel. It was nice. 

One for dad; bamboo drains...

And one for the mother; flower shop.

And one for all people that are smart enought to understand that cats are theeee thing. 


Future holligan? 


Magnolia is blooming.

Chris at random tempel which name  I don't remember, but it had lots of buddha status. 

Dragon thowing up water. 

Martin doing things to his phone. 

Koi or/and goldfishes. 

Now fake smiles here, it is all good. 

Bug on a tree. 

1-800-RADICALLY-GOLDY-PAVILION. 

Martin is cool, not kawai! 

The stone garden. 

Parking lot close to the stone garden... 

Cats are cool and you know it! Add for a vet.