Kokura Tokyu Inn
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... due to enter the water at 3. It was now 2, plenty of time to eat some delicious fried and fatty festival food. I ate Yakisoba (literally "fried noodles"), bacon wrapped rice on a stick, french fries, fresh lemonade, cheese balls, and a kiwi parfait that the kind women spent a good five minutes on perfecting it so it looked exactly like the picture. Totally worth the wait.
We ran into other JETs and friends that were attending (including two of the girls ...
... legs (applesauce style). This is the way men sit.
4. DO NOT pour your own drink! Especially do not pour your own drink and then pour for others! This also goes with shared dishes. Always offer everyone else the entree first BEFORE yourself. In other words "don't be selfish".
5. What happens at Enkai STAYS at Enkai. - Just like Vegas baby.
Geeze, well this sounds like it sucks the life out of the word "party". Why doesn't everyone ...
... in front of the students, which was intimidating with no sleep. The event was mainly games for the students to get to know each other, and they were all so happy and lovely to all of us, which was great. After the event finished, me and Chloe were shown to the Winchester room, which is a room in the uni for the Winchester students full of "all things British", aka a giant poster of the queen and lots of Union Jacks everywhere. After ...
... if she'd want to join me and we made plans.
Easy right? Wrong. Here's the big issue. I have tattoos. Non-coverable tattoos.
"So? Big deal. I mean, they are harmless and unoffensive. I mean one is a Disney character for crying out loud." Says lots of people who don't live in Japan.
Doesn't matter. Tattoos have quite the stigma here in Japan. Tattoos are associated with criminality. In some cases they are a sign you belong to the Yakuza, or in other words, ...
... I could do what my heart already had decided before I even arrived. I could re-contract. I could stay... and it'd be okay.
I could stay.
I signed papers...I pressed my Japanese binding seal of bright red ink to the bottom right corner.
My heart slowed, I breathed deep, the tension broke, the panic dissolved, the red ink dried and set, sinking into the contract.....and I smiled.
Minnesota, see you in August....2016.