Friday, January 18, 2008

STOP PRESS - JASON IN JAPAN!

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I haven't changed.

If it seems I'm becoming more mainstream, doesn't that mean instead that Japan is aligning itself with me?

I haven't changed one bit.

Takafumi Horie

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Grand Hirafu, Niseko
View up the mountain from our 3 level, 3 bedroom apartment in Niseko. The ski area was on the mountain in the background.
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Team Niseko 07/08
The crew (from left) Steven, Cecil, Jack Jacka, Squidget and Kate with a smaller version of Mt Fuji in the background.

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Found in Translation, Fair Dinkum
Steven going through the last motions of a 3-hour lesson in Australian Colloquialisms with Yoshi 3, our transit van driver from the ski fields to the airport in Sapporo.

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Can't See the Fog for the City
Snapshot of Tokyo from the top deck of the Mori Contemporary Art Gallery, Rooppongi
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Hotel Nishi Shinjuku
Our humble hotel in the heart of Shinjuki District, Tokyo. Recommended for location, value for money and service.


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Night Rider
The dazzling lights of Shinjuki District, in a constant state of flux.
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Shinjuku Dinner
One of the better meals we had in Tokyo down a back alley near our hotel. We could actually communicate with the staff and did not get the all-too-familar Westerner alert 'arm crossing' on entry. There are many logistical problems to overcome when attempting to dine out in Tokyo.
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Grave Danger
Probably the most expensive cemetary land value in the world - next to our Hotel in bustling Shinjuku.

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Metrosensual
One of the visually overwhelming entries into Shinjuki Metro Station
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Ultra Men
A monster costume on display standing next to the most ultra of men at the 'Ultra Man' Exhibition, Mori Art Gallery.

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Bad Hair Day
Ultra Man baddie on display at the Mori Art Gallery

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Tourist Parody
Lovely old couple saying cheese outside a temple in Yoyogi Park

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You Got to Pray Just To Make It Today
Pilgrims praying at the temple in Yoyogi Park.
Please Hammer don't hurt them
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Prayer for the Lazy
Pre-arranged wooden prayer cards for busy people with no time for menial tasks such as praying.
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3 Tourists and a Local
The generous Takasan (left), Steven's local friend who chaperoned our tourist asses for a day in Tokyo.


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Introducing Yoyogi Park, Where Every One Wins a Prize!






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Ever walked down the street with your Ipod on pretending you are in a music video? Me neither, but the Japanese always like to go one step further when it comes to obsession ....
Scenes from Yoyogi Park where all walks of life will find their happy niche ...
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Snap Shot of Emerging Rock Star Band 'The Yoyogi's'
Photo Shoot Winter 08, Steps of Yoyogi
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Cadillac Cecil


The Prettiest Duchshund Ever
(Photo by Steven)
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New York, New York
Enjoying suitably priced cocktails in the top floor New York bar, Park Hyatt Hotel.
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Fall From Grace
From the dizzing height of the New York Bar to the terra firma level of a 2 metre by 3 metre sound proofed karaoke box. After 3 and a half hours of loud unrestrained vocal harmonies, 42 pints of beer and $400 we stumbled out of this living hell at 3.30am all feeling a little more human ... i think ...
Photos by Jack Jacka

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Mellow Yellow
Artistic photo by Steven Warren


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Is that Building a Tree?
These, and many more philosophical questions were pondered during the trip to Japan ......
Until Next year .....
Japan Ski Trip 08/09 - Start Saving Now ....

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

A Vagrant Life

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"As to when i will visit civilisation; it will not be soon, I think. I have not tired of the wilderness; rather I enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life I lead, more keenly all the time. I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any paved highways, and the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bred by cities. Do you blame me then for staying here, where I feel that I belong and am one with the world around me?.....

.... I don't think i could ever settle down. I have known too much of the depths of life already, and I would prefer anything to an anticlimax."








An excerpt from the last letter ever received from Everett Ruess, a 20 year old somewhat romantic vagrant, to his brother, Waldo, dated November 11, 1934. Eight days after mailing this letter he wandered into the deep canyons of Southern Utah and was never seen again.







(Reference: 1996, Krakauer. Into The Wild, Random House, New York)

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Uninhabited, Uninhibited
Lone sailor in a dug-out canoe paddling through the calm waters of Langa Langa Lagoon, Malaita. We had a village stay on an artificial island (made from exploded coral rock) in the middle of the Lagoon. My mate Ben got bitten by a vicious dog. Not funny at the time, but now...




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Black sands of Rendova Island
Village Pikininis (children) simultaneously shy and curious

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Sharks Patrol These Waters
(Swim, Swim, Swim like a motherf*cker)


Four blacktip reef sharks closely congregating during feeding time on Tetepare Island. The wildlife here is in abundance as the whole island is uninhabited - it is believed local people abandoned the island 150 years ago due to a severe illness that befell the people. Today the myth is still pertinent and has evolved to a belief that the island is possessed by the devil. A conservation group runs an eco stay on this island where you can get involved with turtle monitoring, crocodile spotting and other wildlife escapades. 'Twas here where a dugong frollicked with us on one of our snorkelling expeditions and rates as one of the most amazing experiences I've encountered so far in the islands.


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Auki Jetty

Two fibreglass boats and a timber jetty (not much insight on this one) in Auki, Malaita



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Slow Food of the Solomons


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Find an Island to Call Your Own

All you need is an outboard -powered canoe and sunblock, a couple of mates and an esky of SolBrew on ice

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Get a Ride While You Can
The bustling streets of Auki, Malaita for Independance Day. Many people, few cars and even fewer cold beers to be found

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Turning into Blue
The view at dusk from our bungalow built over the water on Langa Langa Lagoon

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Head Hunting Trophies
A skull shrine on Skull Island, Munda. The ancestral tribes of these regions would attack neighbouring tribes, behead the men and bring back their skulls to place in their shrine. They also abducted baby boys and brought them back for a ceremony. The baby would get passed around a circle of village men - if the baby cried during this ceremony, they would eat him alive. If he did not cry, they would raise him as one of their own and mould him into a fearless head hunter of the next generation. True Story.



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Frankie
My mate Frankie on the deck of my house strumming out some traditional island tunes. He hasn't lost his head to a shrine yet - just booze and betelnut! I intend to visit his village soon and learn to 'shit on the beach'..... Now that's cul-cha.... !

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