Disaster Masters: Tales From The Bousai Center

What time is it? Time to get wrecked! It’s Friday, I’m a hot young thang and I had only one class. So what did I do? Went to the Kyoto-shi Shimin Bousai Senta with AKP! In English that’s the Kyoto Disaster Prevention Center, and something that the program does every year. There are only, ya know, bunches of earthquakes, tsunamis and fires in Japan, so they figured we should know a bit about them. Or more precisely, how not to get wrecked by them, despite my opening sentence. There were a bunch of different stations we went through that simulated various natural disasters, from a room with winds at speeds of 32 m/s, to an earthquake room that went up to magnitude 7 to a smokey room with an electric flame that we had to crawl through if we have future hopes and dreams. Which it seemed like all of us do. There was also a ~20 minute break we had where it was a room of games or fun stuff, such as the on-screen picture thing, put-your-face-in-the-hole things or a helicopter fire rescue situation (at which we failed miserably).

Two things to take away: fire games and my watery death. Okay, so one simulation was all about water flooding the subway and how screwed you’d be. So there was a door that simulated the force of water at 10-40 cm in increments of 10. Most of us were fine up to 30 cm, even though it was a struggle bus. 40 cm though? Have that incinerator ready baby, cause almost no one, definitely not myself, could get the door to budge when it was a 40 cm buildup. I could either work out or accept my fate, and we all know it’s the latter. Fair warning to all when you’re in that situation, we’re all probs in the same death boat. 🙂

Oh, and the fire game? There was this game, that looked and was fun, where you aim water guns at a screen with floating fire blobs, just like at a fairground minus the actual water. Only once you finished the game this automated police lady popped up and (presumably, I couldn’t understand her) told you how good you did. You had to wait like 5 minutes in between shootings and once they came, you were done in about 30 seconds. Super difficult to be a badass when you can’t save the day. Thanks pixelated copper.

Afterwords we were deposited at Kyoto Station, a wonderland of food and gifts and some free samples. Praise them samples! Steph and I hung around for over an hour exploring and trying free food, and we even had a nice ‘lil convo with a shopkeeper in Japanese about why we’re here and stuff. Three cheers for feeling confident! Anyways, I finally found something matcha, which I’m always craving, and which ended up being a matcha loaf with azuki scattered on top. I also found a place to exchange USD for yen, always nice, plus some free English tour magazines as recommended by okaa-san. Then I came home to something amazing for dinner (I can’t remember what now . . . but I promise it was fantastic) and some good conversation as always. That’s all for the day folks, and uh thank ya, thank ya very much.

 

Oh, and fun fact about the cover photo? For some reason it wouldn’t load a hero uniform for me, so I’m a self-designated everyday hero. Holla.

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Dan Radford says:

    With a title like Disaster Masters, I can hardly wait to read the new blog. Or were you referring to my diet!

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    1. lizhatesfizz says:

      Thanks Dan, it was a fun day (if you couldn’t tell)! But dear god, your diet certainly falls under that category as well – a most unfortunate truth, sir.

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  2. Patricia nagy says:

    Hi Elizabeth waiting for the rest of the blog but you sure look cute as a little orange man maybe your a poke man love grandma

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