The 11 hour flight was uneventful. Japan's in the tail end of Typhoon Chaba, with fantastic, baroque clouds visible from the airplane.
Our hosts, all teachers, took us to a traditional restaurant. At first, I was pretty intimidated by the black suits and ties, the bowing, the set formal phrases that I keep forgetting. Not for long. These guys are warm and funny, hysterical in fact. Suzuki-san told us the kanji for his name are bell and a tree, and then imitated ringing it. He has been studying English for 40 years, so he must be far better than Camilla at it. Oshita-san, a menacing looking man, asked us to call him Mr. Oyster. The rice goes on the left so you can pick it up easily. Each kind of fish was introduced personally. They take a deep interest in fish.
Our hosts, all teachers, took us to a traditional restaurant. At first, I was pretty intimidated by the black suits and ties, the bowing, the set formal phrases that I keep forgetting. Not for long. These guys are warm and funny, hysterical in fact. Suzuki-san told us the kanji for his name are bell and a tree, and then imitated ringing it. He has been studying English for 40 years, so he must be far better than Camilla at it. Oshita-san, a menacing looking man, asked us to call him Mr. Oyster. The rice goes on the left so you can pick it up easily. Each kind of fish was introduced personally. They take a deep interest in fish.
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