My Traveling Companions

For all of you who know Casey or Wiley or both, you know that traveling with the 2 of them was a calculated risk on my part at best. I figure I should give an update whenever I can on the shit they lose, eat, or do that makes traveling with them such a harrowing experience. Let’s start with Casey. He lost his wallet on the second day we were in Tokyo (so second day of the trip), lost his toothbrush on the fourth day, and his beanie the day after that. Below is the sad face I forced him to show the camera after he discovered that he lost his wallet:


Not to worry though, he has a new set of credit and ATM cards coming to him in the mail as we speak. Wiley left his entire toiletry kit at our first hostel, leaving us a grand total of one toothbrush between the 3 of us. It was a trying time for all of us. Of course I should also mention what Wiley has been eating, because just like the animals on planet earth, no matter how many times you see them, you are still amazed that something that weird lives on this planet. He still maintains his strict bucket diet, which consists of all the food groups that he considers essential mixed together into one container. The bucket all stars are milk, bread, water, and rice (replacing oats, which aren’t available here). He throws an egg or two on top when he is feeling fancy. The bucket itself isn’t really what upsets me so much as the fact that he continues to eat food well after it has gone bad. He bought upwards of 30 scallops at the Tokyo fish market the first morning we were in Japan. He cooked some that day and some the next. Then he brought them in his backpack (on ice) on a 7 hour trip from Tokyo to Hachiman and cooked them the next morning for his breakfast. At this point it was pretty clear to everyone else that the scallops had passed their prime. It wasn’t until the next morning when the scallops were too rubbery to chew that he gave in and got rid of them. Here are the infamous scallops at the fish market:


Not to worry though. He found a stale half eaten loaf of bread sitting on top of some rotting lettuce in a compost bag next to the sink, washed it off with some water, and threw it in his bucket. (Wiley and I just had an intense 30 minute argument over what language I was allowed to use to tell that little story. We got into the philosophy of what qualifies as trash and what imagery is brought up when referencing trash. Trash, trash, trash). Ok enough about that. But don’t worry, I will continue to keep a log of all of Casey and Wiley’s unfortunate and confusing deeds. Peace.