Organisation vs Procrastination

One of these things is not like the other, (remember that song from sesamie street? If you dont I am sorely dissapointed in your distinct lack of SOUL) one of these things I am really bad at. Unfortunately this thing seems to be the thing that makes traveling the farthest reaches of this speck of dust hurtling through the void that we call the world much easier.

You see, the time has come, my little friend, to see some other things. Trains, temples and shinto shrines, and the castles of ancient kings. And since the weather is freezing cold, (my body built for other things), Caloo Callay, South! I say! To see the castles of ancient Kings. The eternal neon glow of tokyo has turned cold, its rush uncaring and irritating. So onward I tread to greener (and hopefully warmer) pastures. Kyoto is where my path has turned, like the nose of a wandering hound, who is slightly senile and has no sense of smell.
I hope to leave within the week after much drunken karaoke (which makes my singing marvelous rather then horrendous) and seeing the famed Imperial Gardens in the physical and metaphorical heart of Tokyo.

If suitable (affordable) accomodation does not rear its slightly stinky head in the next few days I will have to resort to sleeping in all night internet cafes where you can shower, play video games, surf the net and watch movies till dawn for the princely sum of 1000 円、about 15 dollars. Should be fun.

Then after my jaunt in the south I am heading to one of the northern-most capitals on earth; Helsinki. Where once again I will be cold. Have I mentioned I am not partial to such climes? I am just not a cold person, nor am I equpped for gallavanting about in -10 degree conditions and I challenge anyone to fit such inane items into a single backpack along with necessary items like literature and camera gear.
But the blog must go on so I must travel to this city and its less then ideal weather, for you, my reader.

If I dont return, (falling into an ice lake, bear attacks, moose attacks and hypothermia are all apparently quite lethal) burn my things and set my sewer-people servants free, the key is under the mat.