the visa run

This week was okay. I had a pleasant little trip to Japan (Fukuoka), despite the lack of sleep I had before getting there.

We caught a train to Busan [aka Pusan] at about 2am (my usual bedtime thesedays). Then had to fill in several hours, walked around Pusan. Although we did get a taxi to the wrong side of the city because Joe, who I was with was convinced that the "International Ferry Terminal" we found was not what we needed. After the taxi driver asked at a police station, we got back to the right place, just in time to change our money and board the boat.

The trip was OK, I got to squeeze in an hour's sleep, before we got there.

Fukuoka was nice. I managed to find a porno theatre after being in the country for less than one hour. Getting the visa etc was a snap.

I spent a bit of that afternoon having a rest in the hotel room. Went out for a bit of a walk, caught the subway and did some shopping. When I coaught the subway back to near the hotel, I got out on the wrong side of the station and spent 2 hours trying to get back to the hotel.

Not much else happenned. Joe lost his bag not long after we arrived, so I had pay for his (lost) ticket back to Busan when we left. The morning was short, we pickup the visas and did a bit of looking around in a shopping centre.

Came back by boat. Back at home by midnight, after dinner and a couple of other things.

Good trip. Remind me to go back some time.