So it's Thursday and I am currently at my base school in my hometown. Thursdays are usually very free, and today there is no exception. I have no classes today. I also have no classes tomorrow at my visit school, they are having a mock examination. And Monday is a national holiday for something. So effectively, I have a 5 day weekend. I'm thinking of doing a bit of sightseeing this weekend. Maybe i will head down to Nara and see the deer and the giant Buddha statue. Who knows if I will have the energy for that. I find myself completely drained by 5pm, and because it is getting colder i find it getting more difficult to get out of bed. Coffee is a lifesaver, but I don't want to end up with ulcers so I have been limiting myself to a cup or two per day. I enjoy tea, but it is more difficult to find flavored tea in Japan than i thought. Green tea is very good, but sometimes a hot apple or peach tea is refreshing. Such is life, I suppose.
I found an interesting bar called McLoughlin's. I went there one night last week to see what it was all about. Although it was quite expensive, around $25 for dinner and a beer, I was surprized with how much I enjoyed experiencing a new place by myself. Usually, I hate eating in restaurants and bars alone, but that has become a growing necessity because i can no longer survive on Convenient store food and take-out bento. Cooking has been quite fun, but my kitchen is so small that making pasta and a pasta sauce is so troublesome. The growing pile of dishes and recycling are mounting worries in my nightly life, but my laziness surmounts my OCD compulsion for cleanliness. The fleating nature of the clean home makes me dread the inevitable moment when footprints can be seen in the centimeter thick dust on the hardwood floor, the ocean of dishes overflows the sink, and the laundry pile grows skyward topling over occasionally to envelope more valuable real estate. I find myself in bed by 8pm, not only because I'm inexplicably exhausted but also because my sorry excuse for furniture consists of a folding lawn chair with a cupholder and small table 12 inches from the ground, barely big enough for my laptop. My apartment still does not feel like home. My room is decorated like my predecessor left it, with all of the items my predecessor left me. The walls are blank and the floor space is hogged by stuff i dont use or need. Maybe it's time for a bit of fall cleaning and decorating. I dont think i'll make it through the winter without a bit of homeliness in my home.
I've been neglecting my Japanese study. Up until a few weeks ago, I was on a firm Japanese study plan i developed for myself. Since then, I havent even tried to get back on track. Now i have more studying to do since i started a self-study Japanese program through JET. The whole thing is a bit stressful. Procrastination and laziness have taken over. The weeks fly by and i find myself asking where the hell the week went. I'm 25% of the way through my first year in Japan and i feel as if i havent done anything yet. I'm a bit disappointed in myself. I need to sit down and make some goals.
Here are some of the good things that I have been doing lately. This is mostly for my own reflection, so if you dont read this i will understand.
-biweekly Kobudo practice: memorized the first kata for Bo, Nunchuck, and Sai.
-bimonthly DnD with other English speakers: I find myself looking forward to this everyweek.
-daily excersize of some sort: whether it be walking to school or kobudo.
-daily reading: I have read 4 large books in the Wheel of Time series since i arrived and i have many more on my reading list.
-made new friends
-travelled to Hiroshima and Kanazawa
-remained in contact over the internet and on skype with family and friends back home
-managed to avoid my usual "change of the seasons" sickness.
-have remained creative and energetic in my classes
-have made actual connections with some students who want to practice english.
-have doubled the size of my ESS club at my visit school.
To Do List:
-remain focused and energetic in my work
-continue practicing kobudo
-make an effort to go out more, whether by myself or with others
-meet some japanese people and practice speaking japanese
-get back into my study pattern
tomorrow is Halloween, hopefully the hours i spent working on my costume will pay off.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Hiroshima, Sake, and a Surprise Roommate
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A link to my Flickr site. on which i have posted some pictures from my Hiroshima trip.
It has been a while and I will attempt to catch you all up today. Two weekends ago, I went to Hiroshima and Miyajima Island. I had a fantastic time and it was one of the best trips of my life. Me and several JETs went to the Sake Festival outside Hiroshima. It is a huge event and there were over 200,000 people there throughout the weekend. We only stayed a few hours because we decided to take a 7hour bus ride instead of the Shinkansen (bullet train) because of the price difference. The bus ride was fun but really long.
When we arrived at the Sake Festival we ran into about 60-100 JETs from around the country. It was like a mini-Tokyo Orientation reunion. As i said earlier, we only stayed for a few hours, but that was plenty of time to get sufficiently brain-dead. There were over 900 different types of sake from 5 different regions in Japan. We ended up spending a lot of time in the Hokkaido section. And that is where the next phase of this story begins.
Camped out in front of the Hokkaido booth were two couples sharing a blanket and several glasses of sake. The noticed that the area was getting overrun with gaijin (foreigners) and pulled some of them down to talk. So we sat down with this man and his wife and began speaking drunk Japanese and drunk English. It is surprising how much better at Japanese I am after 20-30 shots of Sake.
The man tells us that he wants to practice his English on us because he wants to open a chain of sake stores in the United States. It did not sound like that, of course, but we were able to piece together his drunk Japanese and his wife's attempted translation into sober Japanese. It was quite the event. Eventually, we found out that he wanted us to go 50/50 with him in an American Sake chain of stores. We promptly turn him down. Sake is not terrible popular in the US. He then asked why we were all together in Japan. I tell him that we are all English teachers and High Schools. He was shocked. Somehow we got on the topic of history, which is not surprising because that is where most of my conversations tend to lead if I do not carefully monitor what I say. So I tell him that I enjoy learning about Buddhism and war in the Kamakura era and samurai in the Edo period. The man promptly asks if I know what a "fundoshi" is. I say, "yes, it's a traditional Japanese loincloth worn by samurai." He smiles and sticks his hand down the front of his paints. He asks, "do you want to see my fundoshi, I make them myself." I immediately tell him that it is okay and that I believe he is wearing one. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small utility knife and says, "I am samurai. this is my soul and this is my traditional fundoshi." He then closed the knife and pulled out the front flap of his loin cloth to show the "beautiful" flower embroidery. At this point is wife is stop sign red and starts to lean over to her friend to escape this embarassment. As she is leaning her husband winds up, cocks his arm back, swings and slaps his wife's ass. By now we are all kind of tired of sitting around this guy so we stand up and say our good byes.
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Miyajima Island:
Miyajima is a small island off the coast of Hiroshima city. It is famous for the giant orange tori gate out in the water. When we arrived by ferry, the tide was out and the gate was exposed. We walked right up to the 20 meter tall orange gate. By the time we left the sun was setting and the tide was in so the gate was out in the water again.
There is a tall mountain on this island called Mt. Mizen, I believe. At the top of the mountain, about 2 kilometers of stairs and pathways, there is an observatory and a small temple where the Tendai Buddhist monks lit the eternal flame 1100 years ago which still burns today. Seeing as there was no way in holy hell I was going to be able to make it to the top of this mountain by myself, we decided to take the ski-lift/Air-walk to one of the peaks and walk to the top from there. This saved us about 2 hours of walking. At the peak we encountered monkeys, deer, and more monkeys. From there it was only .5 kilometers to the summit. It was a painful trip up old stone stairways, made only more painful by the random encounter with other Americans who's asinine conversation about how President Bush is merely a scapegoat for the economic problems and was in no way to blame for any of America's problems made me want to grab the woman and jump off the mountain into the Sea of Japan. But I digress.
The trip to the top was painful and long, especially with my bad knee, but the reward of being at the top of the mountain looking down over Hiroshima and the Tori gate was quite fantastic.
We soon realized that the sun was setting and that if we wanted to catch a picture of the tori gate on the water at sunset we would have to hurry down the mountain. Thus, the running began. Admittedly running 2 kilometers down a mountain was a bad idea, but the pictures i was able to take were worth the rush and the danger.
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The Hiroshima Peace Park and Museum were quite powerful sites to see. Although, the images and the memory can be relatively depressing and painful, the memorial to the a-bombed city is a rich and important part of Japanese history. My experiences and emotions as an American were constantly in conflict with my inner historian. No matter how hard i tried to remain objective and historical, i could not shake the immence guilt and shame I feel as an American in that city. Granted the museum does a very good job remaining historical and neutral and does not point a lot of fingers at the USA or at Japan. One of the most depressing things in Japanese history is the Japanese post-war outlook which justified the bombing because they believed they deserved it. Luckily, that outlook has died off for the most part.
The museum is not for the faint of heart. It is difficult to look at the tattered clothing of middle school children and rusted, deformed tricycles. But all in all, I suggest it for everyone. It is an effective reminder of the pains of war and the frightful possibilities of the future of warfare.
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The Tragic Death of a Unwanted Roommate
Tuesday October 21, 3:31am -- (Insert Law & Order sound) Police were called to the scene of an apartment murder case. Renter, Jiorodaano Maikuru, made the call to police after the death of his apparent roommate at 3:30am. The death has been ruled self-defense and no charges have been filed against Jiorodaano. Apparently, Jiorodaano was surprised as his roommate appeared in the apartment at approximately 3am and shook Jiorodaano's hand while he was sleeping.
The following is an excerpt from Jiorodaano's official statement to the police:
"Well, it was about 3am and I was sound asleep. It wasn't a light sleep or anything like that, i was out like a light, deep REM cycle, dreaming about stuff... When i felt a slight squeeze on my right hand. I figured at the time that it was just a hair on my arm moving or something like that so just moved my arm a little without opening my eyes, i was not about to wake up for something as trivial as that. But then again, i felt a squeeze on my hand. It was then that i realized that I was not alone in the room. On my hand, in between my thumb and forefinger was the biggest, ugliest and bravest mother (expletive deleted)ing cockroach I had ever seen. In the split second that I had to analyze the situation before absolutely freaking out, it almost felt as if the beast was attempting to make first contact and introducing himself. Like, "hi, my name is gakiburi. Nice to finally meet you. We've been sharing this room for a while now but i thought it would be nice to finally introduce myself to you. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu." I immediately shook him off and bounced out of my bed. Lights on and book in my hand my heart raced as i attemted protect myself. I knocked the invader off of my bed and onto the hard wood floor where his 2 inch body could be heard as loud as fireworks as he scurried. I pulled the bed away from the wall but his location was still masked. I came up with an ingenious idea. I turned the lights off and waited, hunting my prey...I mean praying that he wouldnt attack again. Standing on my bed in the dark i waited. Each minute felt an eternity. Waiting, waiting, hunting, waiting...click click click. He had made his move. With my extend-able umbrella and Japanese textbook in hand, I flipped on the lights and flushed him out. He was upside-down on the bottom of my bed frame laying his own trap for me, waiting for my head to peak under. Being of a superior species i coaxed him into the open and dispatched him. And that's when i called the police."
3:32am-- (Insert Law & Order sound)
The remains of John Doe Gakiburi have been removed from the scene and flushed. This case is closed.
"Any similarities to any people living or dead have been a complete coincidence, unless otherwise noted in the credits."
A link to my Flickr site. on which i have posted some pictures from my Hiroshima trip.
It has been a while and I will attempt to catch you all up today. Two weekends ago, I went to Hiroshima and Miyajima Island. I had a fantastic time and it was one of the best trips of my life. Me and several JETs went to the Sake Festival outside Hiroshima. It is a huge event and there were over 200,000 people there throughout the weekend. We only stayed a few hours because we decided to take a 7hour bus ride instead of the Shinkansen (bullet train) because of the price difference. The bus ride was fun but really long.
When we arrived at the Sake Festival we ran into about 60-100 JETs from around the country. It was like a mini-Tokyo Orientation reunion. As i said earlier, we only stayed for a few hours, but that was plenty of time to get sufficiently brain-dead. There were over 900 different types of sake from 5 different regions in Japan. We ended up spending a lot of time in the Hokkaido section. And that is where the next phase of this story begins.
Camped out in front of the Hokkaido booth were two couples sharing a blanket and several glasses of sake. The noticed that the area was getting overrun with gaijin (foreigners) and pulled some of them down to talk. So we sat down with this man and his wife and began speaking drunk Japanese and drunk English. It is surprising how much better at Japanese I am after 20-30 shots of Sake.
The man tells us that he wants to practice his English on us because he wants to open a chain of sake stores in the United States. It did not sound like that, of course, but we were able to piece together his drunk Japanese and his wife's attempted translation into sober Japanese. It was quite the event. Eventually, we found out that he wanted us to go 50/50 with him in an American Sake chain of stores. We promptly turn him down. Sake is not terrible popular in the US. He then asked why we were all together in Japan. I tell him that we are all English teachers and High Schools. He was shocked. Somehow we got on the topic of history, which is not surprising because that is where most of my conversations tend to lead if I do not carefully monitor what I say. So I tell him that I enjoy learning about Buddhism and war in the Kamakura era and samurai in the Edo period. The man promptly asks if I know what a "fundoshi" is. I say, "yes, it's a traditional Japanese loincloth worn by samurai." He smiles and sticks his hand down the front of his paints. He asks, "do you want to see my fundoshi, I make them myself." I immediately tell him that it is okay and that I believe he is wearing one. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small utility knife and says, "I am samurai. this is my soul and this is my traditional fundoshi." He then closed the knife and pulled out the front flap of his loin cloth to show the "beautiful" flower embroidery. At this point is wife is stop sign red and starts to lean over to her friend to escape this embarassment. As she is leaning her husband winds up, cocks his arm back, swings and slaps his wife's ass. By now we are all kind of tired of sitting around this guy so we stand up and say our good byes.
----------
Miyajima Island:
Miyajima is a small island off the coast of Hiroshima city. It is famous for the giant orange tori gate out in the water. When we arrived by ferry, the tide was out and the gate was exposed. We walked right up to the 20 meter tall orange gate. By the time we left the sun was setting and the tide was in so the gate was out in the water again.
There is a tall mountain on this island called Mt. Mizen, I believe. At the top of the mountain, about 2 kilometers of stairs and pathways, there is an observatory and a small temple where the Tendai Buddhist monks lit the eternal flame 1100 years ago which still burns today. Seeing as there was no way in holy hell I was going to be able to make it to the top of this mountain by myself, we decided to take the ski-lift/Air-walk to one of the peaks and walk to the top from there. This saved us about 2 hours of walking. At the peak we encountered monkeys, deer, and more monkeys. From there it was only .5 kilometers to the summit. It was a painful trip up old stone stairways, made only more painful by the random encounter with other Americans who's asinine conversation about how President Bush is merely a scapegoat for the economic problems and was in no way to blame for any of America's problems made me want to grab the woman and jump off the mountain into the Sea of Japan. But I digress.
The trip to the top was painful and long, especially with my bad knee, but the reward of being at the top of the mountain looking down over Hiroshima and the Tori gate was quite fantastic.
We soon realized that the sun was setting and that if we wanted to catch a picture of the tori gate on the water at sunset we would have to hurry down the mountain. Thus, the running began. Admittedly running 2 kilometers down a mountain was a bad idea, but the pictures i was able to take were worth the rush and the danger.
-------
The Hiroshima Peace Park and Museum were quite powerful sites to see. Although, the images and the memory can be relatively depressing and painful, the memorial to the a-bombed city is a rich and important part of Japanese history. My experiences and emotions as an American were constantly in conflict with my inner historian. No matter how hard i tried to remain objective and historical, i could not shake the immence guilt and shame I feel as an American in that city. Granted the museum does a very good job remaining historical and neutral and does not point a lot of fingers at the USA or at Japan. One of the most depressing things in Japanese history is the Japanese post-war outlook which justified the bombing because they believed they deserved it. Luckily, that outlook has died off for the most part.
The museum is not for the faint of heart. It is difficult to look at the tattered clothing of middle school children and rusted, deformed tricycles. But all in all, I suggest it for everyone. It is an effective reminder of the pains of war and the frightful possibilities of the future of warfare.
----------
The Tragic Death of a Unwanted Roommate
Tuesday October 21, 3:31am -- (Insert Law & Order sound) Police were called to the scene of an apartment murder case. Renter, Jiorodaano Maikuru, made the call to police after the death of his apparent roommate at 3:30am. The death has been ruled self-defense and no charges have been filed against Jiorodaano. Apparently, Jiorodaano was surprised as his roommate appeared in the apartment at approximately 3am and shook Jiorodaano's hand while he was sleeping.
The following is an excerpt from Jiorodaano's official statement to the police:
"Well, it was about 3am and I was sound asleep. It wasn't a light sleep or anything like that, i was out like a light, deep REM cycle, dreaming about stuff... When i felt a slight squeeze on my right hand. I figured at the time that it was just a hair on my arm moving or something like that so just moved my arm a little without opening my eyes, i was not about to wake up for something as trivial as that. But then again, i felt a squeeze on my hand. It was then that i realized that I was not alone in the room. On my hand, in between my thumb and forefinger was the biggest, ugliest and bravest mother (expletive deleted)ing cockroach I had ever seen. In the split second that I had to analyze the situation before absolutely freaking out, it almost felt as if the beast was attempting to make first contact and introducing himself. Like, "hi, my name is gakiburi. Nice to finally meet you. We've been sharing this room for a while now but i thought it would be nice to finally introduce myself to you. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu." I immediately shook him off and bounced out of my bed. Lights on and book in my hand my heart raced as i attemted protect myself. I knocked the invader off of my bed and onto the hard wood floor where his 2 inch body could be heard as loud as fireworks as he scurried. I pulled the bed away from the wall but his location was still masked. I came up with an ingenious idea. I turned the lights off and waited, hunting my prey...I mean praying that he wouldnt attack again. Standing on my bed in the dark i waited. Each minute felt an eternity. Waiting, waiting, hunting, waiting...click click click. He had made his move. With my extend-able umbrella and Japanese textbook in hand, I flipped on the lights and flushed him out. He was upside-down on the bottom of my bed frame laying his own trap for me, waiting for my head to peak under. Being of a superior species i coaxed him into the open and dispatched him. And that's when i called the police."
3:32am-- (Insert Law & Order sound)
The remains of John Doe Gakiburi have been removed from the scene and flushed. This case is closed.
"Any similarities to any people living or dead have been a complete coincidence, unless otherwise noted in the credits."
Friday, October 10, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
The Enkai
The enkai is a sort of business party where all of the teachers get together, have dinner and drink copious amounts of alcohol. I was really excited about this event because i had heard some interesting stories about enkais from some of the other ALTs. One of the English teachers here at my base school organized the event and put a lot of effort into getting most of the other English teachers to come to my welcome enkai. The dinner was held at Biwako Hotel, it's a fancy hotel on the shore of Lake Biwako in Shiga Prefecture. Seeing as I live right on the boarder of Kyoto and Shiga, the lake is not very far from my town.
The night started pretty strangely. I was killing time in the Starbucks waiting for my ride to the hotel when i noticed 3 foreigners sipping lattes and chatting. As i was on my way out i decided to ask them if they were English teachers. They all were. One of them worked for Nova, JETs rival company which went bankrupt a few years ago. The other worked for Interact, another big English teacher contracting company, and the other guy worked for a private English organization. They were very nice and most of them had been in Japan for over 2 years. Knowing that I got a sweet placement in Yamashina and Kyoto city and knowing that i got into the JET program, probably the best paid and most reputable company, I like to brag a little. I know it's not usually my style but sometimes when you are laying claim to your territory playing a dirty is understandable.
So eventually I made my way to the hotel with four other teachers. The menu was already selected so food was waiting for us when we sat down. In total, there was 7 Japanese English teachers and myself. Now, as I just said, I'm not one to brag but I am capable of holding a few drinks. One of the teachers who spent some time in America in his college years, leans across the table and tells me, "Do you drink everyday? I heard that you enjoy drinking. I drink everyday at every train stop on the way home from work." This comment is problematic in the US and if we had been in the US i would have given him the phone number to the local Alcoholics Anonymous and offered to accompany him to his meetings and be his sponsor. That's how serious he was. He than said, "When I'm around westerners I have a tendency to drink to play catch up with you guys." Another concerning statement, had we been stateside. At around the same time, the other teachers all look at me and smile, then they do the kanpai(cheers) and drink. I take a sip of nasty, flat, watery beer called Yebisu(a beer praised by many to be the best beer in Japan) and everyone else chugs half of their pint. At this point I knew i was in for an interesting evening.
The food was rather plain, not much to report there. Sweet fish sashimi, mizo soup, white rice, the usual. There was one dish which was stranger than strange. I cannot remember what it was called in Japanese but it was a warm mushroom and egg pudding. Everyone loved it, so I had to love it, lest I be shunned and dishonored. It had the consistency of warm, runny jell-o pudding with chunks of mushroom and unagi, eel. It was not aweful but it was not good either. It was rather odd. As the meal went on, more and more bottles of sake came out. Which was fine, I enjoy sake and I have done my share of sake drinking in the past. Each sake was different and delicious in its own way. Some dry and pungent, others sweet and smooth like fruit liquor. This was by far the best experience of the evening. If only the Japanese enjoyed as much variety in flavors and styles in their beer as they do in their sake, this country would be an even better place.
I used to enjoy the different flavor that Sapporo and Kirin had back in the states when I was drinking heavy wheat and barley beers. But now that I am here and all they have is the same tasting light rice beer. There are four main companies that make beer here in Japan: Sapporo, Kirin, Suntory, and Yebisu. They are listed in that order according to my personal favorites, Sapporo being the best. In all honesty, I cannot even taste the difference between the latter three. If I were to make an analogy to american mainstream beer brewing, Sapporo would be the Samuel Adams while the other three would be Bud, Miller, and Coors(all clumped together because I am not even going to waste my time classifying the subtle differences between various flavors of urine). That being said, I would probably sacrifice an adorable little lamb to the beer gods if i could get my hands on a Double Bastard Ale in all its hoppy goodness. I really need to find a microbrewery soon, i might go crazy. But I digress.
All in all, the enkai was fun. Everyone was pretty drunk, except our driver. It was fun to see these people in another atmosphere than the classroom. The most memorable part was the adorable woman sitting to my left, she had probably twice as much alcohol as me,(she weighed probably less than half as much as me) and she was giggling and swaying as we walked to the car. Very fun to watch.
The night started pretty strangely. I was killing time in the Starbucks waiting for my ride to the hotel when i noticed 3 foreigners sipping lattes and chatting. As i was on my way out i decided to ask them if they were English teachers. They all were. One of them worked for Nova, JETs rival company which went bankrupt a few years ago. The other worked for Interact, another big English teacher contracting company, and the other guy worked for a private English organization. They were very nice and most of them had been in Japan for over 2 years. Knowing that I got a sweet placement in Yamashina and Kyoto city and knowing that i got into the JET program, probably the best paid and most reputable company, I like to brag a little. I know it's not usually my style but sometimes when you are laying claim to your territory playing a dirty is understandable.
So eventually I made my way to the hotel with four other teachers. The menu was already selected so food was waiting for us when we sat down. In total, there was 7 Japanese English teachers and myself. Now, as I just said, I'm not one to brag but I am capable of holding a few drinks. One of the teachers who spent some time in America in his college years, leans across the table and tells me, "Do you drink everyday? I heard that you enjoy drinking. I drink everyday at every train stop on the way home from work." This comment is problematic in the US and if we had been in the US i would have given him the phone number to the local Alcoholics Anonymous and offered to accompany him to his meetings and be his sponsor. That's how serious he was. He than said, "When I'm around westerners I have a tendency to drink to play catch up with you guys." Another concerning statement, had we been stateside. At around the same time, the other teachers all look at me and smile, then they do the kanpai(cheers) and drink. I take a sip of nasty, flat, watery beer called Yebisu(a beer praised by many to be the best beer in Japan) and everyone else chugs half of their pint. At this point I knew i was in for an interesting evening.
The food was rather plain, not much to report there. Sweet fish sashimi, mizo soup, white rice, the usual. There was one dish which was stranger than strange. I cannot remember what it was called in Japanese but it was a warm mushroom and egg pudding. Everyone loved it, so I had to love it, lest I be shunned and dishonored. It had the consistency of warm, runny jell-o pudding with chunks of mushroom and unagi, eel. It was not aweful but it was not good either. It was rather odd. As the meal went on, more and more bottles of sake came out. Which was fine, I enjoy sake and I have done my share of sake drinking in the past. Each sake was different and delicious in its own way. Some dry and pungent, others sweet and smooth like fruit liquor. This was by far the best experience of the evening. If only the Japanese enjoyed as much variety in flavors and styles in their beer as they do in their sake, this country would be an even better place.
I used to enjoy the different flavor that Sapporo and Kirin had back in the states when I was drinking heavy wheat and barley beers. But now that I am here and all they have is the same tasting light rice beer. There are four main companies that make beer here in Japan: Sapporo, Kirin, Suntory, and Yebisu. They are listed in that order according to my personal favorites, Sapporo being the best. In all honesty, I cannot even taste the difference between the latter three. If I were to make an analogy to american mainstream beer brewing, Sapporo would be the Samuel Adams while the other three would be Bud, Miller, and Coors(all clumped together because I am not even going to waste my time classifying the subtle differences between various flavors of urine). That being said, I would probably sacrifice an adorable little lamb to the beer gods if i could get my hands on a Double Bastard Ale in all its hoppy goodness. I really need to find a microbrewery soon, i might go crazy. But I digress.
All in all, the enkai was fun. Everyone was pretty drunk, except our driver. It was fun to see these people in another atmosphere than the classroom. The most memorable part was the adorable woman sitting to my left, she had probably twice as much alcohol as me,(she weighed probably less than half as much as me) and she was giggling and swaying as we walked to the car. Very fun to watch.
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