Mr Toba, the guy that runs the bar took me out again last week. Usually its with one of two other guys staying here. So far its been an Onsen (hot spring) and a great cafe. This time a tiny Okonomyaki (Japanese pancake / pizza) bar. The place couldn't have been larger than 2 by 3 metres. It was basically just the bar, and barely enough room to slide behind the patrons to an empty seat. It was packed with old Japanese, getting drunk, eating okonomiyaki, laughing, and singing karaoke. The lady behind the bar had a wonderful raspy laugh, and the man kept speaking a few words of Chinese to me. I was forced into jointly singing an old Japanese number (yes, that old chestnut). This is perhaps the most imperative reason to read Kanji.
The experience transformed my previously gloomy mood.
Tokyo
I just came back from Tokyo, here are the new photos, with short commentary in the captions.
But first, a couple other photos.
Non-Sequitur
In general, people are very helpful and friendly. Also, very expressive and responsive to what other people are saying.
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I love mr Toba!
can you bring him home with you?
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