After the blurred genital experience and one too many Korean covers of German New Wave, I jumped on a boat to Japan. For: Japan is a country where in porn movies blurrs are replaced by mosaique patterns (unless you choose ANIME, La Blue Girl being a classic) and there is J-pop instead of New Wave. And it was great: Fukuoka is a decent little city whith skyscrapers, redlight district, shopping malls and little temples. The boatride there was 3 hours, the hotel was fine, the wheather was nice, the people spoke a slightly more comprehensable language. The problems started when we had to return to Busan. First, we didn't want to. Then, half way through the Pacific, the boat also decided it didn't want to and had engine problems. Then the storm came. I learned several things in those 8 (!) hours: A little ship moves quite a lot even when there are hardly any waves. A little ship moves quite a bit more when the engine is running on 1/10th strength. A little ship in a storm with a damaged motor beats any roller coaster. I am happy to report that me and the crew were not vomiting. But what is the real lesson I needed to learn today? Never leave Japan?