Gaijin Smash Original Content
I think I mentioned in the Bathing Gaijin editorial, I'm no longer all hung up about being naked in public. It really only took me almost dying a horrible, miserable death to cure me of my modesty. Considering how expensive good counseling is these days, I think I got a bargain.
In September of my second year in Japan, the Kyoto JET's organized a trip to climb up Mt. Fuji.
Now, I'm not much of an outdoors man. I've only been camping once in my life, and pretty much the entire time I regretted not bringing my Gameboy along (camping trips IS why the Gameboy was invented, wasn't it?). But as I had a lot on my mind at the time, I figured scaling a mountain would be a good way to take my mind off things, and get to know my fellow Kyoto JET's a little better.
It was a wonderful idea, and as many wonderful ideas are prone to have one fatal flaw, this one was no exception. September is typhoon season in Japan.
As we got on the bus to head to Fuji, it was already overcast and starting to drizzle. The trip organizer was wondering if the bad weather extended all the way up to Fuji, so I checked the weather service using my cell phone - the forecast was a 70% chance of rain. "So that means there's a good chance it'll rain, huh?" She asks me.
Allow me to explain a little something about the Japanese weather service. "30% chance of rain" usually means that we're going to get absolutely shit on. Like, grab the really big umbrella, or else you're going to look and feel like a Frosted Flake you've let sit in the milk for more than 10 minutes. A 70% chance of rain?! Phone ahead to Ariel and Sebastian, because we were going to be their guests under the fucking sea.
