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March 16, 2004 – Where the f**k is the immigration office?

Today’s plan was to go to the immigration office near Shinyurigaoka station to extend my Working Holiday Visa. In case you haven’t been following along, I couldn’t get a full working visa due to a delay in my official graduation (thanks for nothing University of Manitoba). In order to get to Japan, I obtained a Working Holiday Visa which allows me to live and work in Japan for up to one year. For some reason it is offered in 6 month periods, so to stay for a year I need to renew after 6 months.

Instead of getting up bright and early like intended, I kept setting my alarm ahead. After sleeping in for an extra few hours, I pried myself out of bed, threw on some clothes, scarfed down some Frosted Flakes and hopped on a train. Upon reaching Shinyurigaoka station, I realized that I had been given bad directions (a recurring theme). I wandered around for about half and hour, and even went into the wrong government building. Finally I decided to give up and returned home to get a better map and some good natured abuse from the people I live with.

Song of the day is U2 – Where the Streets Have No Name.

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September 26, 2003 – Where is the f**king ward office?

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I ventured out again today with lack of anything else to do. I found the ward office and applied for my gaijin registration card. Thankfully I knew some Japanese or the application would have taken forever. The clerk was very polite and helpful. The map to find the office was not as I ended up wandering in a circle for half an hour. Would it kill them to name the streets here?
The rest of my day was shopping and killing time. Nothing interesting.

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The ward office in the Noborito area is just north of Mukogaoka-yuen station. The north side of the station is full of very narrow, congested streets with no names. I literally had sensory overload trying to process everything I was seeing – signs, bicycles, people, cars in every direction. When I say I walked in a circle, I mean that I literally walked for 30 minutes and ended up where I started by accident.

The clerk at the ward office spoke almost no English, which is surprising considering that they process gaijin registration cards. Other than the language issue, the service I received was exceptional. Public servants around the world could take lessons from Japanese public servants.

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