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Yumi 8:32pm JST Wednesday 27 August 2003 Awesome first lesson with Yumi via Gateway 21. She's apparently leaving Japan in December; that's when she's quitting her job. (Gateway 21 is a travel agency with a side business of teaching the language where people are traveling, so I assume the reason she's quitting is to roll out of here.) Speaking of rolling out, I gotta split cause I may otherwise be late for my thing with Shin. permalinkshin 10:15pm JST Wednesday 27 August 2003 pretty fuckin' late. 11:29pm My evening is winding down. I'm on my train now to head back home from Kannai. What a debacle getting to Kannai; in Shinagawa, the train I wanted was waiting for me, which is pretty rare since it doesn't run very frequently. Tonight was even less frequent; the train should have left 45 minutes previously. That's fucked up late. Turns out there had been some human incidents on the track. (i.e. humans jumped in front of the train in their last desperate solution to all the problems life in Japan has to offer.) Took a PACKED train to Kawasaki and a PACKED train to Yokohama, then got a tad lost finding the way to Kannai and was directed to the train as opposed to the subway, though I clearly (in English) said Kannai Subway, so when I arrived in Kannai I had to walk 400 meters to the subway station, and as I was on the phone to Shin, walking down into the subway station my phone cut out from being too far underground. Bah. He found me and we walk walk walked to a Korean restaurant, while being asked by bystanders if we wanted a drink or a massage. Men said, "nomigateka?" (maybe) and women said, "massaji, massaji?" and one of them actually grabbed my arm as we walked by. I wondered what the experience might be like if I accepted her offer, or maybe acted angry for her grabbing my arm. I wonder if such a massage could actually help my aching arms. permalinkprev day next day |