Mina san~ ohayo gosaikang! Sj and i had a pleasant night’s sleep and thankfully neither of us woke up naked or had painful buttholes, so we can carry on being friends… for now.
We got overly excited for our first full day in Japan so we headed out at 7.30am in search of food while the rest were still deep in snooze land.
Not even hungry from our sushi + ramen dinner combo the previous night, but we hoped to squeeze in as many meals as possible and make every second of digestion count.
Sadly there wasn't a single Yoshinoya nearby so we settled for its less popular cousin, Matsuya.
I just brushed my teeth and now my breath smells like 5 kilograms of scallions, but that is a small price to pay for a yummy gyudon.
We then proceeded to grab some coffee and were flabbergasted to find out that it came with buttered toast and a hard boiled egg, maybe because the waitress found us handsome so we ate them anyway to prevent breaking her heart.
After unexpectedly having two breakfasts, we finally met up with the rest of the group for... breakfast.
It was a wet and gloomy day but our spirts cannot be dampened, especially with a dementor hovering around us.
Lovely to see two good friends enjoying their first vacation together. The start of a blossoming, lifelong friendship.
The heartwarming sight brings a um chio smile to our faces.
Our reward for braving the rain was a very non-Japanese meal at Micasadeco & Cafe.
Right here is where i encountered one of the sexiest omelettes i have had the pleasure of tasting.
I can ejaculate to the sight of that luscious scrambled egg oozing out of the thinly cooked outer layer. Absolute flawless execution.
You can imagine how confident i was that my eggs benedict would be immaculately cooked as well.
有越大的希望就会有越大的失望.
As men, we appreciate watching some good jiggle physics, whether it is a stack of pancakes or the scantily clad, sweaty pilates instructor making obscene expressions on instagram.
After a hearty breakfast, most of us were energised and ready to conquer the day. Meanwhile Sj and i were dying of food coma from inhaling 3 breakfast courses.
No we don't murder, we slaaaaaay foetuses.
Welcome to Nara, Kyoto. Home to historic temples, sprawling gardens..
..and these bowing fuckers right here.
"Awww look at all these cutie pies chilling around looking all harmless". DO NOT BE FOOLED. The deers become hounds from hell once they catch a sight of you holding a biscuit.
Occasionally, they will charge and headbutt you out of nowhere to grab your attention like an autistic child.
Trying my best to feed them equally in case one of them feels imbalanced and makes insensitive remarks.
Before the trip i might have considered deer adorable, but now all i can think of is 姜葱鹿肉.
An awkward picture reminiscent of their first group photo together where we caught Th leaning 5 degrees towards Jh.
The drizzle and deer attacks persisted but we soldier onwards.
Buffed by the best ice cream in the world, we now had renewed vigor to move forward on our adventure.
To reach Tōdai-ji Temple, we had to bypass the colossal northern gate, proudly sponsored by UOB.
Intimidating statues guard the gateway but even they could not withstand the chilling autumn weather judging by their hardo nippuro.
3 business days later, we eventually arrived at the huge and impressive main temple.
It is apparently one of the largest wooden structures in the world, alongside my morning wood.
Unfortunately, a nice photo of Jh was ruined by a Japanese yakuza staring daggers at us.
He seems to be the same gangster we met back in 2015. Beware of this guy when traveling to Japan because he will sneak off to eat soba by himself.
Continuing the trend of huge constructs, the temple also houses a gigantic bronze buddha statue.
Glad to see that even buddha strikes the "awkward hi when you see an acquaintance at Hong Leong building" pose.
Th trying to discover how many people she will ban by 2026 while Jh wants to know when he can finally get to fuck his crush.
As we lost track of time admiring the temple and getting assaulted by deer, most restaurants were closed after the lunch rush so i had to find an impromptu spot nearby.
Introducing Tsukihiboshi, a 4.5 rated restaurant that serves all you can eat Japanese cai fan on first glance, so i confidently entered without further research.
Imagine our horror when we found out it is a motherfucking PICKLE buffet. Who the fuck created this concept and why is this even a thing?
They have pickles of all shapes and sizes, from pickled vegetables to pickled mushrooms and ZERO meat. Most of them were extremely salty and sour, so our only reprieve was to spam the onsen egg with white rice. Poor Jh had to rely on a Lawson's fried chicken to salvage his lunch. Gomenasai guys, i will do better moving forward but looking back it was a pretty hilarious meal.
After our ridiculous vegetarian lunch, we returned to Higashimuki Shopping Street, a covered row of shops right beside Kintetsu Nara station.
Nakatanidou, the famous confectionery that went viral for their mochi pounding performances is located here.
However, their matcha mochis were just okay. If you want to watch a pounding performance, just visit my house every night.
Travelling in Japan involves A LOT of walking and the 15,000 steps took a heavy toll on us. However, the day isn't over yet.
We stopped at Umeda, a major transportation hub with plenty of malls to abuse the SGD 1 : 105 yen exchange rate.
I adore Japanese department stores because their basement level is full of food and snacks that look irresistible, and we were quickly hooked by this daifuku shop.
Interesting variations like orange and honeydew were available, but we preferred the classic strawberry and grape.
You can bet you and your mom's savings that these desserts are a better investment than crypto.
Th also got a strawberry shortcake since it is her second most favourite fruit.
We then witnessed the shocking sight of Sj purchasing a DISPLAY PIECE, which we all know is equal to a second hand good. 原来你喜欢别人用过的.
At last, it was time for redemption and forget about our pickle-y lunch. After essentially being rained on upon the entire day, a shabu shabu meal sounded wonderful.
Gorgeous slices of beef, pork and fresh vegetables all lightly simmered in plain boiling water- CHOTTO MATTE what do you mean authentic shabu shabu broth is just water?
That's right, plain water is used so that you can savour the pure, unadulterated taste of each ingredient. And when things get too boring, you can use the special dipping sauce to provide some umami. Although i was bummed we didn't get to drink some soothing soup, the quality of ingredients shone through and made for a nice meal. Warning: Pregnant women may find the dipping sauce too salty due to hormonal changes.
Unwilling to let the night end, Rea, Jl, Sj and i went looking for a much needed drink while the other 4 losers retired to the hotel.
Ngl we felt a little nervy at the dodgy looking entrance, anticipating topless ladies and ping pong balls flying out of vaginas all over the place.
But it turned out to be a perfectly normal bar serving perfect draft beers.
Observe our shag faces compared to a rejuvenated Sj who was reunited with alcohol.
With Jl returning to the hotel after one drink, we bar bra hopped to a more “interesting” establishment.
Bras, bras everywhere. Makes you wonder if the ladies who donated their lingerie took off whatever they were wearing then and there.
Just 3 perverts living their best life. Only i felt a tinge of regret as i should have brought along my mum’s double Ds to contribute to their collection.
Contrary to popular opinion, the hardest thing to find in life is not true love, but a public toilet at 2am in Osaka.
Which is why we ended up having a random seafood feast in the middle of the night.
All of these just because Reagan needed to pee, but truth be told i had no complaints as the sashimi was oishi.
We also rekindled our love for crab innards after the unforgettable version we had in Hat Yai, as if we hadn't inhaled enough pungent smells at the underwear bar. Our day finally concluded at 4am, almost 21 hours on from our first breakfast. To make matters worse, guess who has to wake up at 9am the next day? Bakayaro.
- End of Day 2 -
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