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Challenge: Prepare for China
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Posted by Lee and Lindsay
Date
Mon 1 Sep 2008 at 18:16
With our "Japan - Been there, done that" t-shirts now safely packed away in our bags, it's nearly time for the second last leg of our travels. China.
 
As you may already have read in our other online journals (on the original 101 site - which has more bad words) for Lindsay, getting in to this country was more difficult than getting in to a girl. But, unlike the endless struggle to find a mate, entrance to the motherland was granted - success!
 
We'd love to be able to comment on the efforts of Team Britain - but Lindsay (if you look at his pictures) has absolutely no interest in sport whatsoever and Lee was too busy lapping up the sun in Bali, and Australia.
 
After the Japan Challenges were attempted with the little or no success end results, we decided to take a nice little break from each other. No fall out involved... this time. Lindsay always wanted to see Japan (the highlight of his year in terms of countries) and Lee had never wanted to see Japan - so, he opted for going back to Indonesia for a couple of weeks to chill out. The tan difference between the two of us is going to be almost comical.
 
This little journal entry is being written with Lindsay already in Shanghai and Lee over its skies - he's flying in to Beijing. The younger of us has already endured 8 days of China after a 48 hour ferry trip from Osaka. On day 2 of the Chinese experience - Lindsay got his bank card nicked and 2800 quid was spent on it. 5 days were thereafter spent shaking, quivering and sweating over the will-he-or-won't-he get it back.
Welcome to China.
 
Luckily though, fraud departments at financial institutes actually do what they say on the tin, and every penny is being refunded to our now, very happy little boy.
 
Lee has had no dilemas over the past 8 days other than the difficult choice of playing it safe with sun-factor 35 or gambling a little and opting for sun-factor 12 (for a more even and darker, honeycombed tan)
 
Lindsay's off to Hong Kong tomorrow (2nd September) for two nights and Lee will, after sorting out a few challenges 8,02332 miles away in Beijing, will head down to Shanghai on the 5th. We'll both meet up, conveniently enough, on the 6th - a Saturday... a Saturday night. Excellent opportunity to Parteeeeeeeeeee and then spoon again!
 
We only have 40 days in China and a hell of a lot of great challenges to do - our new motto (other than f*ck it) is, "can't be as bad as Japan" Let's hope it isn't.
 
We've managed to learn a little Chinese for the next Challenges and here's a little lesson. Ni Hao means Hello. That's nice and simple isn't it. Now here's the best part. We get to swear. Xie Xie (pronounced Shit Shit) means hello. There is nothing better in this world than walking up to a cop, a teacher, a small child, an elderly woman on her last legs or a beautiful girl and shouting Xie Xie with a great big smile on your face - the crescendo of the climax comes only when any of the aforementioned don't punch you and offer a big smile back - followed with a happy Xie Xie too. Xie is everywhere!
 
That's all we know. But that's all we need. We're just going to spread the Xie.
 
On another note, after having failed so badly at finding a Japanese Rachel, Lindsay's very, very impressed with the high calibre of the Chinese females. Perhaps it's time to move on. Can there be a Chinese Belinda out here?
 
Anyhoo, China has long been a country we have been looking forward to visiting due to the scale and diversity of the Challenges we've been set there. Challenges include joining a circus and learning acrobatics, staging a “Loch Ness Monster” type sighting, travelling to the Wudang Mountains to live in an ass kicking Kung Fu monastery, and among so many others we also have the crème de la crème of our missions... the 101 person conga on the Great Wall itself. Successful or not, this should be a great 40 days!
 
We have no idea how these challenges will turn out but we do know that each and every one of them stimulates us in ways that only non family members and the opposite sex can do.
Challenge: Flash, Bang, Wallop
Author
Posted by Lee and Lindsay
Date
Fri 29 Aug 2008 at 17:40
Challenge number 9
 
In order to pull this one off (we giggled a little there - still as immature as ever) we knew we had to put blood, sweat and tears in to the organising of the Flash, Bang, Wallop Challenge. Probably our biggest Challenge in Japan (since every single other one had quite literally fallen flat on it's arse)
 
To conduct a "Flash Mob" was our task and for those out there who aren't in the know of what a flash mob is, here (as per the great Wikipedia) is a little definition; "A flash mob is a large group of people who assemble suddenly in a public place, perform an unusual action for a brief time, then quickly disperse"
 
Our plan (as always) was rather simple. Get as many people as possible (ideally 300 or so) to meet at Shibuyu Crossing (perhaps the busiest place in all of Japan) in downtown Tokyo at 13:00 hours on the Sunday afternoon. Once there, everyone would do the little jiggy dance - the same dance we do in our "Where the Hell are we"Challenge and then bugger off once completed.
 
The jig is in tribute to Matt Harding of www.wherethehellismatt.com 
  - this guy has the life of lives. He gets sponsored to travel the world and do a little boogying. Seriously, check out his site - the latest video is simply amazingly feel goody. We love Matt.
 
The preperation started weeks in advance. In order to create as much hype and generate as much interest as possible, we blogged every webernet site we could find - no forum was safe - and if someone was stupid enough to have their email address visible, we spammed them (is that technically illegal now?) Hours upon hours were spent on the laptop - we managed to get banned from MySpace twice and Facebook warned us that if we continue to abuse their site, we'd be banished forever. Spreading the word really pisses some folk off. It's also worth noting that we no longer have finger prints - instead, the backward indentations of the letters and symbols of a Qwerty keyboard.
 
To further maximise the mob's numbers, off to the streets we went. We really are that dedicated to the Challenges! All over Tokyo, we started handing out flyers for the event. Except, the flyers we created all had the wrong date and time - instead of 13:00 hours on the Sunday, we had 18:00 hours on the Friday - we'll never understand this cock-up - but it wasn't down to our stupidity, it was Mark's fault - but that's a different story. Looking back, we could have got the flyers printed in Japanese but, knowing our luck, we wouldn't be enticing folk to join a flash mob, more than likely we'd be advertising for a Japanese mail order bride called Rachel.
 
Suprisingly this didn't really help matters - and trying to explain the error to a Japanesey person who couldn't speak, nevermind read, a single word of English was all rather pointless. With 1800 flyers created, 1207 handed out and the remaining 593 turned in to aeroplanes (our hostel was incredibly boring) we could do nothing but hope that we'd be able to complete this Challenge.
 
With the pure-massive (said in a Geordie accent for some unknown reason) amount of blogging we endulged in, and the 17 trees that were killed for our street canvassing antics, you'd think the interest was equally pure-massive, huge, mammoth, overwhelming... You'd be wrong. We got one response. One! Pathetic.
 
As we've said before, the main problem we had with pretty much all the Japan Challenges was the huge communication barrier. We don't speak Japanese and the louder we shouted and the slower we repeated everything in the Queen's English somehow failed to compensate for this.
 
Now, we were more than a little peeved off so, we decided to join a Japanese English speaking chat room where like minded people go to chat and learn each others language. This could be our saving grace... but it wasn't - it was crap, and basically, a waste of bloody money - Lee's very bitter about that. Lindsay's not though... he's just signed up for an extended 12 month subscription to the site - Japanese Rachel might be a net-dater?
 
Three hard working days into the mass promotion of the "Event of the Year" and with a piss-poor three emails from curious members of the public, an idea squeezed itself in to our thick skulls. Fellow backpackers. Surely they could help us? So, off to the hostels we went to recruit flash mobbers.
 
To paint a little picture for you, if two random peeps came up to us anywhere in the world and asked us to participate in a flash mob, we would jump at the chance. The majority of backpackers in Tokyo wouldn't.
 
The negative replies came thick and fast. With some people taking time and putting some effort in to giving us an excuse or reason why they must decline, but the majority would simply say no. This saddened us. Backpackers... surely we're all like Musketeers - all for one and all that crap?
 
Anyways, the day of reckoning finally came. The time was 13:00 hours. Would anyone at all show up?
 
With absolutely no other emails received from the flyers or anything else, we had to do a little oral canvassing at the crossing with no time to spare. The end result? Well, let's say it could have gone 300 times better but at the same time, it could have gone worse. Our friend/cameraman/producer and fellow spooner Mark managed to get himself lifted by the local Rozzers!
 
Apparently, public shows are forbidden in Tokyo - that minor breaking of the law, set off a series of events that we'd never have envisaged and kind of made us a little happier again... seeing a grown man piss his pants as 6 cops make him delete the footage of our Flash Mob Challenge. Did we do it, did anything get pulled off, did Mark manage to salvage any of the footage? Find out in November!
Challenge: Japanese TV
Author
Posted by Lee and Lindsay
Date
Thu 28 Aug 2008 at 10:26

Getting on to Japanese telly sounded like a piss easy Challenge. Let's face it - we're two twats from the UK - Big Brother lets 12 or sometimes 13 of us on to their show every year. This isn't a deliberate slagging match with Endemol - it's just a bitter taste that Lindsay has in his mouth when it comes to the fly-on-the-wall series that somewhere along the line, lost itself. Maybe a little bitter slagging then?
 
You see, if you were to open a new web browser right now and visit the Google website and then type L I N D S A Y    V I N E (capital letters or baby ones are optional - it all works!) then you'd see that Lindsay tried to get on Big Brother a few years ago.
 
The numerous accounts of his amazing application, performance and free-willingness to make a complete arse out of himself in the name of "entertainment" completely missed the point of his oh-so-near media triumph. Rather than mentioning that he was a gorgeous and green eyed Scottish star in the making - every press worker decided to show that he was merely a monkey. A stupid monkey. No mention whatsoever of his sie or girth. At least, on the upside, he wasn't as stupid as the 13 monkeys that appeared on the show that year.
 
Anyhoo, after being bitter about the show for the first 5 episodes but then, like the rest of the nation, being overwhelmingly compelled to watch it 27 hours a day for 9 months, Lindsay left his anger and resentment behind him - for now it was time to be king of telly. Japenese Telly. The Gaijin Games Challenge.
 
Now, you'd think that two absolutely gorgeous and charming Scotsmen would be able to lure themselves without any problems in to any telly studio and on to the main stage of any Asian TV show. We certainly thought this unti, well, until we were turned down by every security guard Japan has in its arson against Western Tellyrists (we liked that one too - it's ok to smile).

First stop was Studio Alta - the home of Japanese telly - if Richard and Judy were to record their cult classic "This Morning" anywhere other than the UK, then the grande ole studios of Alta would be the place of choice - in downtown Tokyo.
 
Our first approach was to simply go along and blag it. If anyone ever tells you to try and blag something, don't waste your time - security gaurds don't like blagging and security gaurds, who don't speak or understand a word of English seem to get rather pissed with a persons attempts at the art of blag.
 
Refused. Straight and simple.
 
Second approach (God loves a trier - well that's what Mummy always says after every single one of Lindsay's failed dates) seemed to go well until its execution. Talking crap never worked the first time, so maybe a nice letter would?
 
Off to the shops we hopped - a nice and jovial, slightly girly hop, but never-the-less a great hop - to get ourselves a nice little postcard. Surely nothing would impress a telly producer so much more than a card intended for posting? After writing a jolly good and full-hearted message on its back, we popped it into a nice and beautifully blue envelope and delivered it in person. How bloody nice are we?
 
It turns out - not so nice - and in our further efforts - bigger knobs than we thought we could ever be. Said envelope was rudely crushed by the cruel and evil security man and forced back in to our hands!
 
But we were too clever - far too clever... we just lobbed the thing back at him and ran - surely it'll make its way in to the hands of the producer guy person?
 
We'd love to tell you more but as we've said before, the telly folk at Channel 4 have our Mum in a dingy cellar in Norfolk this week and are doing incredibly unmentionable things to her with a 4 year old chicken, an industrial sized tin of mustard and 15 "items of interest" confiscated by customs at Heathrow Airport, Terminal 2, between October and November 2005. Sick b*stards!
 
Mum - we've told the Police. Be strong. Think of us to give you strength!