ThirtyThirtyThirty

Thirty is a time of reflection. August 2, 2012 marks that special day. With all the hustle and bustle of moving back to the States, I find time for a little reflecting. What have I accomplished? What do I still have left to do? What am I happy I haven’t done yet? Let’s see.

30 Things I’ve Done Before 30

1.     Gotten married and divorced (might as well put that at the top)

2.     Lived in a foreign country (not just Japan for 2 years but a month in Mexico and 2 months in Spain) to teach ESL (my dream since I was 18)

3.      Gone through a punk rock stage in college where I cut my hair short and dyed it lots of crazy colors on a weekly basis

4.     Slept on the beach to watch the sun come up

5.     Snowboarded (twice)

6.     Been in an earthquake, a tornado, and various hurricanes and typhoons

7.     Been to a lot of funerals

8.     Learned to cook good food and enjoy it

9.     Been in a bad car wreck and a small bike wreck, without suffering any major injuries

10.  Had a hangover

11.  Knitted a sweater

12.  Smoked

13.  Gotten a B.A. and a Master’s degree

14.  Written a book (when I was 13 . . . it’s not that good)

15.  Read the entire Bible in a year

16.  Owned a house

17.  Broken a few hearts and had my own broken a couple of times

18.  Shaken the President’s hand (Spain, 2003)

19.  Seen a baby be born

20.  Learned to enjoy running and playing sports after years of hating both; become super interested in yoga

21.  Traveled to 28 states, Mexico, Bolivia, Spain, Canada, the Philippines, Japan, and a layover in Taiwan

22.  Lied

23.  Discovered I can be severely claustrophobic

24.  Lived in the country: raccoon hunting; deer skinning, hog butchering. . . I've seen chickens get their heads cut off and still run around, I've eaten fried squirrel and frog legs.

25.  Almost died on various occasions: horse stepping on my chest, slicing my head open falling through a glass fishtank, falling in the freezing creek, falling in the waterfall, etc. . . .

26.  Had a spiritual crisis

27.  Been depressed and recovered from it

28.  Learned Spanish and Japanese

29.  Run on the track and field team and broken two school records

30.  Prayed at a Shinto shrine and made a Tanabata wish

Never Ever Have I Ever . . .

1.     Been pregnant or had children

2.     Backpacked Europe (I missed that boat back when everyone “took a year off” between high school and college and/or between college and a real job)

3.     Been skydiving/hangliding/bungee jumping/hot air ballooning/rock climbing/scuba diving/white water rafting/snorkeling/snow skiing (and I’m OK with all of that)

4.     Published anything good

5.     Quit biting my nails for good

6.     Milked a cow or drank fresh cow’s milk (but I have had fresh goat milk)

7.     Had enough money not to worry about it

8.     Broken a bone (knock on wood)

9.     Run a 5-minute mile or run in a 5K competitively

10.  Been to England/Chile/Argentina/Scandinavia/Europe or lived in Mexico (and I want to!)

11.  Seen Les Miserables live

12.  Been able to catch up to my sister

13.  As an adult, lived in the same place for longer than 4 years

14.  Stolen anything from a store

15.  Had hair down to my waist

16.  Been in terrible danger (a fire, a terrorist attack, a hostage situation, etc.)

17.  Done calligraphy well

18.  Dated a guy just so he’d buy me things, or been impressed with guys who drive "cool" cars

19.  Forgotten my grandparents

20.  Been in a fistfight

21.  Gotten my Master’s in Spanish from a university in a Spanish-speaking country (but I will -- !)

22.  Followed the Laura Ingalls Wilder trail from Wisconsin to Missouri

23.  WWOOFed (worked on an organic farm)

24.  Taken the Catholic Eucharist

25.  Read as many classic books as I want to

26.  Figured out what I'm going to do with my life

27.  Kissed Mr. Tamura or Mr. Morita

28.  Had anything besides my ears pierced, or gotten a tattoo

29.  Been able to stay up all night without suffering the next day

30.  Managed to think with my head instead of my feelings 

So what does this mean? Will I write another post when I'm 60 to see what I've accomplished in the next thirty years . . . ? 

HAZE

It’s 3:15 p.m. on a cloudy July day, and we’re getting a little reprieve from the heat thanks to those clouds. I just finished saying my goodbye speech in front of the whole school – a mangled affair in Japanese that hopefully was understood without too much difficulty. After my speech I was given a huge bouquet of lilies and sunflowers (my favorites) by the two top student council representatives. The student council president – the younger brother of my community Japanese class teacher – directed his speech to me in English: “Jaimie, thank you for teaching here for two years. Thank you for your great laugh. I heard it everywhere in the school. Good luck in America. We will never forget you.”

This assembly came after four morning classes one after the other – all final classes that involved a Jeopardy-like America quiz game, Dashboard Confessional’s version of “Jamie”, the students singing either “Edelweiss” or “Hello, Goodbye” (by the Beatles), a class picture, and the exchange of letters and cards that the students and I had written to each other. Their handwritten letters to me came bound together in a book with a decorated cover: my letters to them were written on plain white 3” by 5” cardstock. Tears filled my eyes every time I heard, "Hello/ Hello/ Hello/ I don't know why you say goodbye/ I say hello." After each class finished, the students clamored to see me, thrusting their English notebooks, file folders, textbooks, or any piece of paper in front of me for me to sign. So it was four nonstop hours of 50-minute classes plus 10-minute goodbyes . . .  My 4^th period class, 2-5, was my last 2nensei class and my very last class at this school.

Their letters are full of “I love you” and “You are a great teacher” and “I will never forget you.” A good handful of kids wrote in Japanese, too, their native language seeming more appropriate to express what they want to say. It seems so sad that I have built such great relationships with these kids, playing sports together, visiting their after-school clubs, having interesting conversations – just to say goodbye. Part of me wishes I was here for one more year so I could watch the now 2nensei students graduate . . . but I know I made the best decision to start over back at home.

It’s 3:30. Time for souji.

3:50. And. That was my last cleaning time with the students.

There’re too many goodbyes going on. Tonight there’s a going-away party for another ALT who’s been here as long as I have. Then tomorrow I say goodbye to my 4 girls from 2010, who are now juniors in high school. That same night I have a farewell party given by my Japanese teacher. Sunday is goodbye to my community Japanese class. The 26^th, school farewell party. 27^th, host family goodbye. The 28^th, in a huge two-restaurant birthday/farewell party, I’ll be saying goodbye to most of my friends.

And on August 6, 2012, I'll say goodbye to Japan.

At least for a little while. 

Emails from Students

When the 3年生 (san-nen-sei) kids graduated in March, I gave them my email address to keep in touch. Now that I’m going back to the U.S., all 577 students at school have my address because I put it in my English school newsletter. Of course, only a handful of students have actually written, but of those who have, they’ve been very nice (if not a little inappropriate).
Their emails are peppered with animated emoticons in bright colors. And most kids’ email addresses are strings of letters, numbers, and random English words. For example, kr.r-law.hero43 or kara.8888happytime or et.baseball.0908. I love it.

Here are a few of them. By the way,（笑）means “laugh”; it’s the Japanese version of LOL.

ジェミー！My name is (XX). I played volleyball with you. It’s very fan. ニホンゴワカリマスカ？イツデモメールシテネ。

Jaimie! . . . Do you understand Japanese? Write me whenever you want!
M.H. (2-4)

ハロー！あ、俺がメールしたことは秘密で（笑）

                                                                         Hey! It’s a secret that I wrote to you, OK?


クエスチョンしていいですか？！（笑）

                                                                        Can I ask you a question?

ボーイフレンドとかいるんですか？（笑）彼氏って意味です。

                                                                        Do you have a boyfriend?

彼氏とはどんなとこまでいきましたか？（笑）

                                                                     How far did you go with him?

-K.T., (3-2)

IamNameNameareyoujaimiely?
R.K., (3-3)

Hello! My name is (XX). 2-2! Yesterday, with lunch! I was happy.

M.S., (2-2)

HELLO 私はいまからごはんです。ジェイミーは何食べた？

I’m about to eat dinner. What did you eat?

M.T., (3-4)

Oh, Jaimie! Today I saw you who ride a bike. I am sad because you go back America in August. You are a very good teacher. I love you. I want to go to America. So I study harder. See you again.

R.T., 高校１年生

(1st year high school/10th grade)

I'm going to miss my kids a lot when I go back to the States. I just love them! Luckily, even though my favorite class ever has graduated, and I only have five teaching days left – there’s always still email.

Looking Back, Looking Forward

I’ve got just a little over six weeks left to suck all the marrow out of Japan, and it makes me think about all the things I’ll miss about this country once I get back to the U.S. Of course, saying, “I’ll really miss Japanese sushi” just seems pretentious and off-putting. So my three disclaimers are 1) I won’t mention food (festival karage, takoyaki/okonomiyaki, sweet taiyaki, curry and rice, udon . . . ); 2) I won’t mention friends (you whom I will miss with an ache!); and 3) I won’t mention specific places (like Kagoshima, Mitsudera Park, or Lundi Café . . . )

What I will miss are the following:

1)   LOW-COST HEALTH CARE. I don’t know if it’ll ever happen in the U.S. or not, but it’s been lovely being part of the Japanese health care system. I love getting an eye exam for $5.00 and a 6-month supply of contacts for $40.00. $80.00 glasses, eye-check, frames, and lenses included. $15.00 annual check-up. $10.00 for three kinds of allergy medicine (including Allegra). OK, so dental services are terrible (so I’m told), but I’ve never experienced an unusually-long wait and I’ve always had excellent service wherever I’ve gone. Plus I get 10 days of sick leave at work, so hooray, health care!

2)   ONSENS. There’s just something about bathing naked with a group of strangers. The best ones are outside, a gigantic flower-pot type in a peaceful garden, or ones that have a sauna or a quiet, warm “relaxation room.” I like the ones with a tiny waterfall of pounding water that feels like a massage on your back. I know there are hot springs in the mountains and in the Great Northwest, but they’re a little far from North Carolina . . . and I think you have to wear a bathing suit.

3)   OMIYAGE. I hope this doesn’t break my “no talking about food” rule, but I just have to mention how much I love all the touristy places everywhere you go in Japan. The Parking / Rest Stops / Touristy places on the Interstate and around famous places sell stacks and stacks of carefully wrapped crackers, chocolate, cookies, etc. just waiting to be devoured. Also I like how I get little treats on my desk almost every week from other teachers’ trips.

4)   FRESH AIR. Because there is no insulation and no central heating/air conditioning, the windows are always open, both at school and at home. This is unbearable in the summer and impossible in the winter, but in the spring and the fall, having gusts of sweet air caressing you while you’re still inside is a fantastic feeling. I’m going to miss sleeping with the balcony door and the windows wide open, too. (But I won’t miss that damn rooster from next door that starts screeching at 4:00 in the morning!)

5)   GREAT CUSTOMER SERVICE and SUPER FRIENDLY PEOPLE. Starbucks, McDonald’s, or a 5-star restaurant all greet you with the same “irrashiamase” and the same royal treatment. They’ll bring you a blanket to cover up with when it’s cold outside, and they come quickly and happily whenever they’re called, and talk to you in almost incomprehensible formal language. Plus you don’t have to tip anyone. Totally gonna miss that. A lot of Japanese people are also super willing to meet foreigners, and are very kind. I won’t miss the inane, “Can you use chopsticks?” or “You’re very good at sweeping” conversations (because I’m not a talking monkey) but I will miss the fun times meeting new people and being treated like a special person.

There is much more I’m going to miss, like my school and my wonderful students, but even though I’m going to miss a lot about Japan, I have a lot to look forward to as well!

Once more, I’ll refrain from mentioning 1) my friends and family, whom I love with all my heart; or 2) food (Southern fried chicken, real pizza and hamburgers, State Fair food, organic things!, farmers’ markets, Chick-fil-A, Whole Foods, whole wheat bread, international variety, REAL Mexican food . . . oh, sorry). Like I was saying, things I’m looking forward to . . . !

1)   NATURE. I’ve had it in Gunma and I’ll have it back at home, too, and I’m super excited about it. There are beautiful places all over the earth, and I am lucky to be able to see them. I’m excited to live in a city with a surplus of beautiful parks and gardens, as well as trees and bushes all over the place. North Carolina is beautiful all over. Sometimes Japan seems a little too over-paved to me, unless you’re out in the country.

2)   MY OWN PLACE. Sure, I’ve got my own place here, too, but everything about it is temporary. I only bought two things (a couch and a desk) since I’ve been here—everything from the pots and pans in the kitchen to the futon I sleep on has changed hands who knows how many times. It’ll be nice to see my own sheets and blankets, books, furniture, and memories that have been in storage for the past two years neatly arranged in my new house, wherever that may be. I’m looking forward to a 4-burner stove and a real oven, as well!

3)   WESTERN-STYLE COMMUNICATION/LITERACY. This includes the English and Spanish languages as well as just how people talk. Not worrying if my language is polite enough. Receiving direct “yes” or “no” answers. Communicating easily with people and organizations. Knowing how to act in social situations. The downside is being able to understand everyone’s petty conversations all over the place . . . I won’t be able to tune out the background noise like I do here. But I will be able to shoot the breeze with the check-out lady at the supermarket. I miss small talk. And even though I can read heaps more than I could when I first got here, I’m looking forward to being completely literate back home.

4)   SPACE. Big parking lots. Wide streets without brick walls, with room enough for two vehicles at a time! Three-foot wide sidewalks with plenty of room for bicycles and pedestrians. Expansive fields and trees. Miles and miles of straight highway. Outdoor cafes and restaurants.

5)   FREEDOM and BLENDING IN. Sure, I might miss being treated like a rock star and having my fans scream, “Jaimie! Jaimie! I love you!” But I think I’ll enjoy not getting stared at anytime I go anywhere, or everyone knowing who I am, or having people cry out, “Oh! Bikkuri shita!” when they hear me speaking English. It’s been hard for me to feel completely open here, so I’m looking forward to having less societal rules to follow back home. I’ll be able to throw my head back and guffaw loudly, prop my feet up on the chair in front of me, knit in public—hell, hold hands in public!, wear spaghetti-strapped tank tops and jewelry again, and treat everyone equally without worrying about the unspoken senpai/kohai or male/female rules. It was very hard for me to obey them all here, even though I tried, and I’m looking forward to letting them go.

I know it’s going to be a difficult transition back to the U.S., made doubly difficult by the pressure of finding a place to live, a job, a car, a phone, and worthy friendships in a new city. But I think there’re a lot of great things waiting for me out there, too. I’ve enjoyed my time in Japan, and now it’s time to go on to the next step. Thank you, Japan, for two wonderful, wonderful years of growth and learning. And North Carolina, please welcome me back kindly, keeping in mind that the Jaimie who comes back might be a little different than the Jaimie who left in 2010, but that she’s still the same girl she’s been since always.

お世話になった私

Last week I stupidly crossed an intersection on my bicycle without stopping first, and I couldn't stop in time to avoid hitting the side of an oncoming car. Luckily, the 60-something year old woman whose car I hit was understanding, kind, and extremely polite! After making sure I was OK, she bought me a drink from the drink machine and chatted amicably while we waited for the police to get there. My supervisor, school principal, English teacher, and school nurse also showed up, surprisingly, and everyone seemed a little disappointed that the only injury to be spoken of was a scratch on my finger. Both my bike and my person were totally fine, but the damage to her car--scratch, scratch--was fairly costly (I love you, JET accident insurance).

I wrote the kind lady an apologetic letter, which she in turn replied to, glowingly. "You're just like my own child," she wrote in Japanese. "I'm sure your parents must be worried about you. Please enjoy your next two months here and be careful! Come visit my house sometime!" What a response from someone I gave a big headache to!

My poor supervisor at the board of education is also getting a lot of headache from this accident, dealing with the insurance company and all. Today he wrote me to ask me to go by the Koban (neighborhood "police box") to pick up a notice of accident form so he could send it in to the insurance company.

Thinking police boxes are open 24/7, and not being able to go there earlier, I set out on my bicycle (tempting fate!) around 6:30, ready to show off my impressive Japanese to the helpful policeman.

I had just gotten off of my street when I saw three of my ex-students, two girls and a boy, lounging on their bicycles and chatting by the side of the road. "Kazuki?" It was my favorite student from 2010, now in 11th grade (高校２年生), along with Natsumi and Kana, who just entered high school this April.

"You remember?" he asked. This is the same boy who wrote on an assignment, "I saw you with a man eating udon at Aeon. Who is that man? Is he boyfriend? I think he is boyfriend." He's hard to forget.

After we talked for a bit, I said I had to go; they wanted to know where; embarrassed, I explained the situation and how I needed to get a paper from the Koban. "I'll gambaru (try my best) in Japanese!" I laughed.

"Yokattara (if you want), I go with Jaimie!" Kazuki volunteered. He pulled out an electronic dictionary.

"Eigo ganbatte! (Good luck in English!)" screeched the girls. My protestations -- I'll be OK, don't worry, you probably need to go home, etc. -- were met with daijoubus all around, so that's how I ended up biking to the police box with one of my old students. I don't even want to know what the neighbors must have thought!

It's a good thing he came, though, because I didn't really know where the place was. He had been there before, to return a wallet he had found on the street (now THAT'S a good kid!). When we got there, it was closed up, with only a sign pointing at the emergency phone.

"I call," he said.

"No, no, no, it's OK," I told him. "It's not an emergency. I can come back on Monday. It's OK. Don't worry. I just need a paper. It's not an emergency."

Something got misunderstood in my bad Japanese and his understanding of English, though, because he picked up the phone and in the most polite Japanese ever (アメリカのかたですが。。。) he explained the situation. After a long pause dotted with occasional "hai, hai, hai"s followed by a proper "shitsurei shimasu" (so polite!) he hung up and looked up the word for "insurance" in his dictionary.

"Call. They have paper," he said in English, and then in Japanese, "And the rest I don't understand, because I'm just in high school."

Exactly.

So now I've got to call my supervisor back on Monday and see what I have to do now. Things which are a hassle in America are double the hassle here, what with the language and the hierarchy of who to call and all. At least, I met a new neighbor who I might go see before I leave the country, and I was able to connect with students I haven't seen in a while. Super ALT, that's me. お世話になっている私。

Kagoshima: May 2-4

Wednesday Night

The rain and clouds that had been following me for the first half of the week disappeared as soon as I alighted from the train at Kagoshima Chuo Station. The clearing skies were the harbinger to show me that this part of my trip was about to be the best. Because oh yes, it was.

At 7:00 p.m., I was met at the gate by Mr. and Mrs. S, the friendly parents of my long-ago Japanese crush. If I hadn’t been exactly sure what his mom looked like, I could have recognized his dad anywhere: his son is his spitting image! Of course I was a little nervous, but they were so welcoming and kind that I soon relaxed into my usual genki self. His mom speaks very good English but I tried my best to hold up my end of the conversation in Japanese.

They first took me to the hostel I had made reservations at so I could drop my bags off. Being only 1500 yen a night, I didn’t expect too much, and it met my low expectations quite well. I threw my bags down on one of the 6 bunkbeds lining the walls and went back outside where my hosts were waiting.

That first night, we went to a real sushi bar, where the smiling chef prepared us a feast of every fish in sight (and made me a present of a Kagoshima sake cup, too!). It was my first time eating sushi not in a restaurant or a 100-yen kaiten/revolving sushi place, and I could taste the difference! While we ate we discussed our plans for the next two days. The first thing that was decided was that I would leave the hostel (3,000 yen be damned) and instead stay in the furnished apartment the family occasionally rented out. So even though I didn’t get my money back when I went to retrieve my luggage, I did sleep soundly for two nights on a comfortable bed in the heart of Kagoshima.

Thursday

            Promptly at 8:30 the next morning, Mr. and Mrs. S came to pick me up. They had brought some kind of mochi for breakfast that you slice with a piece of thread wrapped around your teeth. Then you dip it in brown sugar and another powder (oh, what’s its name?!) that tastes similar to peanuts. It’s divine!

            S had informed his parents that I was more the outdoor than indoor type, so we didn’t waste any time in the city itself but instead soaked ourselves in the warm weather. That whole day was filled with beautiful places and scenic viewpoints whose names and positions on the map I tried to keep up with but failed. After a while I gave up trying, and instead just concentrated on the experiences as they were happening.

            In the morning, a short walk through the woods that led to a platform overlooking Sakurajima, the island’s famous volcano.

            A historic park, a wide expanse of garden, flowers, palm trees, and samurais.

            A Kagoshima specialty lunch of rice, chicken, and vegetables covered in chicken soup.

            A visit to S’s grandmother’s house, where we drank hot tea and enjoyed pleasant conversation. Such a kind soul!

            A visit to a famous Korean pottery factory, where I had a guided tour in English and bought matching hand-kilned cups.

             Later, a two-hour drive through windy mountain roads lined with large, leafy green trees I’d never seen before, everything big and green and sweet-smelling. On the drive, we made two quick stops: one at a park overlooking the sparkling water, brilliant pink azalea bushes in full blossom, palm trees swaying . . . and another stop at the farthest south train station in Japan.

            To wrap up a beautiful day, I took a hot sand bath (wearing only a yukatta and buried in warm sand on the beach for about 15 minutes) and then soaked in an enormous outdoor onsen with a view of the ocean, one of the most famous in Kagoshima.

            By the time we got back to the city, I was so very relaxed and sleepy, but perked right up again when we started to eat dinner: sushi, grilled beef and fish, noodles and vegetables, and lots and lots of beer. How cool was it to enjoy good food, good drinks, and good company?

            But before I knew it, it was 11:00, and time to go to bed.

Friday

            I was picked up right at 8:30 on the dot on Friday morning. Time was short and there was a lot to do and see!

            We started driving north and stopped at a big red temple, where, for sake of time, we prayed from the sidelines instead of waiting in line to go inside. Our destination was a park/farm (?) where we took a train and a cable car up to the top of a mountain, giving us a spectacular view of the valley below. Afterwards we stopped by the oldest train station in Japan (Kyushu is full of superlatives!) and later feasted on black pork tonkatsu (deep-fried cutlet—it’s delicious) for lunch. But then, just as soon as it had begun, it was time to leave.

            At the airport, S’s mom pointed out all the different omiyage for sale. “While you were here, you ate this . . . and this . . . and this . . . ” It turns out I had been introduced to and eaten almost everything famous from that area! Yatta!

            After researching and planning my first three days in Kyushu, adding this, cutting out that (wishing I wouldn’t have tried to go to Aso-san), it felt so nice to be taken care of so well in Kagoshima. I didn’t have to plan anything or stress myself out; I could just go along and enjoy everything that was presented to me. There’s an expression in Japanese “osewa ni narimashita” which literally means, “I have become under your care” or “You have taken care of me.” I felt more than anything that I had been gathered under their wing and been taken care of so well.

            Of course, throughout those two days, I would stop myself in the middle of whatever we were doing and think to myself: “I’m in Kagoshima. With S’s parents.” Would I ever have thought, five years ago, that such things could actually happen? 

           

Kumamoto: May 1-2

First things first, let’s see this famous castle everyone’s talking about.

Second things second, what are we going to do for the next two hours until our couch surfer host can meet? How about wander around this park in the drizzle? That’s nice. This is really pretty. Ooooh, who’s that other gaijin walking around? I have no idea, he’s cute, though. Maybe we should talk to him . . . oh, he’s gone now. Well, nevermind, then.

OK, now what? Mmmm, let’s try to find an awning to stand under. Good thing you brought that umbrella. The rain is really coming down.

Oh, finally, it’s 7:00! And here’s K now! Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Jaimie. Thanks for letting me stay. Ramen? I’d love ramen! Wow, this is really delicious. This is your place? Very cool. Well, goodnight! Thanks a lot for being a great host. If you ever come to Gunma, let me know. Goodbye . . . !

All right, here it is, 7:30 a.m. and I’m on the most crowded streetcar I’ve ever been on. And it keeps getting more crowded. Don’t knock me over, guy, that’s rude. Seriously, how many people can you fit on this thing?! Finally, Kumamoto Station! And. . . let’s see here . . . 8:23 train to Nantoka-Nishi, then I’ll get a bus to the Mt. Aso volcano, and a cable car to the top. Oh, I'm so excited! I'm really looking forward to seeing the crater and the steaming lake. It’s gonna be so cool!

Are you kidding me? A two-hour train ride and a half-hour bus ride, and I can’t go up to see the volcano? It’s closed?! Off limits? Well I guess I don’t want to inhale toxic fumes and die, but SERIOUSLY? Oh, all right, I’ll go to the Volcano Museum instead.

Whoa! What’s the deal with the animatronic guide?! Creeeeeepy!

Most. Disappointing. Thing. Ever. Even with the “live coverage” of the volcano broadcast into the museum, it’s way too cloudy and misty to see anything. Guess I’ll go sit on this bench in the corner of the omiyage place and wait for the next bus back. It’s way too cold to walk around, anyway, and this horizontal rain is stinging. I thought it was going to be warmer today . . .

Oh, hello, sir. You’re waiting for your bus, too? It’s a shame about the weather, isn’t it? Thank you, I’ve been in Japan two years. Haha, no, my Japanese isn’t good yet; I’m still studying! Oh, you’re from Tokyo? I live in Gunma now. Yes, yes, Kyushu is beautiful; I love it. Oh, it was nice talking to you, too, have a good rest of your trip! What? Seriously? You’ll buy me two boxes of omiyage plus a karai daikon? That’s so nice of you! What a feast! Thank you very much!

What a sweet old man. I love being able to communicate with people, even when my Japanese isn’t all that good. I like this couple over here, too. It's nice that they're talking to me a little bit, too. It’s cool that even though the guy is deaf, we can still talk about how cold it is, how bad it is to have missed the volcano, and how spicy that daikon is.

Well, it's 1:15, time to go back down, huh. Guess I’ll try some of this fried horsemeat before I go. Who knows when I’ll have a chance to eat that again. Mmm, not too bad. Not the best thing I’ve ever had, but not bad either.

All right, back at Kumamoto Station. What do you want to do? You wanna eat here or wait till Kagoshima? Tell ya what. Why don't you try to change your Shinkansen ticket for an earlier one, that way you can get to Kagoshima an hour earlier and eat with Soshi’s parents? Don’t forget to get your stuff out of that locker before you go either. And take your coat off; you don't need it any more. 

All right, now that you’re nicely settled in your comfortable Shinkansen seat, speeding towards the southern tip of Kyushu, what did you really accomplish today? Met two German travelers, a Japanese couple, and a lady from Singapore, got some free omiyage from that nice retired man, ate some horsemeat, and learned about volcanoes, even if I didn’t see one. Not a completely wasted day, I suppose. I sure hope Kagoshima is fun.