Lost in Fukuoka.

Konbanwa from Fukuoka, Japan!

And in true Agent P fashion, I got lost on my first night in Fukuoka. :rotflmao:

The flight was uneventful – save for that seatmate that badly needed a shower, who thankfully transferred seats as the flight was not full – and I got to the hotel just fine. Everything was progressing smoothly, until I was left to my own volition to look for dinner.

My companions flew in earlier so I had to do this alone. My friend did give me specific instructions on how to go to her recommended ramen place, but since I’m terribly geographically-challenged, I didn’t find it. :boinkself:

I did find a ramen alley – I just don’t know if this is THE ramen alley that my friend was talking about – but I didn’t find the specific ramen place that she suggested. After traversing that alley three times, I just decided to follow the locals, gritted my teeth and attempted to use that famous ramen ordering machine. Hey, it has pictures. I know how to use the touch screen. There were little notes in English next to the machine with short instructions and warnings on how to use it. It won’t be that bad, right?

Err not really. The actual display was purely in Japanese. :nailbite: I just tapped on whatever ramen that looked good in pictures, inserted my money on the machine and waited for the order slip and my change to come out. That part went well.

I glanced at what the other diners were doing and saw that they just gave the order slip to the restaurant staff as soon as they sat down on their chosen seat. I did the same and waited for my food.

Meanwhile, I got thirsty from all that walking. I saw this water dispenser in front of me and attempted to fetch some water.

Unfortunately, it didn’t work. Now, what?

After much contemplation and inner turmoil with my throat getting more and more parched due to frustration, I finally found the courage to ask the Japanese guy on my right to teach me how to use the tap. I furtively tried using sign language, which he responded to… in perfectly good English. :lmao:

What’s even funnier is, the Japanese businessman on my left was also fluent in English and was even teaching his companions – who turned out to be a group of visitors from Southeast Asia – on proper ramen etiquette. :lol: He taught me some pointers, too.

When my order arrived, it wasn’t exactly what I wanted. I was aiming for tonkotsu, which this? Was definitely NOT.

Fortunately, it was yummy. The broth was clear and refreshing, and the noodles had the exact chewiness that I wanted.

So I guess, getting lost wasn’t really bad after all.

After dinner, I took this photo of the menu posted outside the restaurant. I think what I eventually had was the Tanrei Ramen.

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After a couple of missed turns, I managed to successfully return to the hotel unharmed and not too lost. My room has a complimentary phone which I can use to make local calls and surf the internet while in Fukuoka. I actually brought the phone with me in case I needed to be rescued by my friends. When I got back to my room and returned the phone to its cradle, I burst out laughing at what’s written on it.

TAKE ME OUT, I’M YOUR TRAVEL BUDDY. NEVER WORRY ABOUT ROAMING CHARGES OR GETTING LOST.

Well, I took it out. But I didn’t use it. Hence, I got lost. :boinkself:

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To cap off Day 1 in Fukuoka, I had my cup of coffee before going to bed. My room has complimentary coffee/tea facilities, which I expected to be those little packets of instant coffee, sugar and cream. I took the coffee packet out, and…

Wait. This isn’t 3-in-1. :ehh:

I flipped it over, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Whew! Thank goodness for tourist-friendly facilities.

I have a feeling this trip is going to be so full of misadventures. I’m so excited! :hihihi:

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#AgentPinFukuoka2018

Oh look, a Travelogue entry. It’s been a while. 😄

I’m trying something new on this blog. For the first time, I will attempt to blog using just my phone and – hopefully – in near-real time. I will take full advantage of the latest technology and utilize the capability of my toys to blog. (Also, I’m now at a point in my life when I don’t have enough energy to carry too many gadgets such as my laptop and DSLR + all those cables, chargers and accessories.) Hopefully I’ll be able to commit to this. Wish me luck!

This trip is totally non-fangirl-related and will focus solely on FOOD, so this will be something new as well.

Anyway… here’s a quick tip for those planning to travel anywhere via NAIA Terminal 3: if you’re like me who’s not exactly quick, give a lot of allowance on time. My gate turned out to be at the farthest end of the airport and it was quite a long walk from immigration. :stretcher:

Fortunately I have more than an hour to spare. I didn’t have to run. Also, I got properly fueled up before boarding.

See you later, Fukuoka!

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Return to innocence.

I made a K-pop comeback last weekend and realized something:

I miss the innocence of being a fan.

You know those times when you’re just starting to be a fan of a certain artist that every little thing that happens bring you so much excitement and joy? When you’re not jaded about all the fandom politics and not paranoid of the people around you? When you have little to no expectations, thus, everything you experience is a pleasant surprise?

Yeah, it all happened last weekend. And I realized to myself how much I missed all that.

As we were roaming around Mall of Asia grounds to get to the concert, I witnessed all the fan projects and activities and saw how everyone gets so excited at just receiving a small photocard or whatever memorabilia they could get. At first I was like, “I used to do that in my first few years as a Cloud; when my room got so cluttered, save for original merchandise everything went to trash afterwards.” :hihihi: But before they ended up in the trash bin, they made me really happy. I could feel what the young Carats were feeling that day and had a pang of nostalgia.

When my niece received a simple gesture of recognition from a Seventeen member, she was so ecstatic that I literally felt her whole body shaking from euphoria. I remembered the time when a simple moment like the idol noticing our FC banner felt like we won the grand lotto.

Everything was so simple then.

I asked myself: When was the last time I felt the pure bliss of innocent fangirling? I couldn’t remember anymore.

And that’s just sad.

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Very nice!

Aftermath: SEVENTEEN ‘Ideal Cut’ in Manila
29 September 2018 – Mall of Asia Arena

Disclaimer: The blogger only used that as the title of this entry because it’s the title of one of Seventeen’s hit songs. It does not reflect the blogger’s real feelings toward the concert as a whole.

‘Very nice’ is not a very accurate description of Ideal Cut, nor of Seventeen. The fact is, the concert, and Seventeen, are freakin’ AWESOME. :clap:


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