...er...

Part of me doesn't want to accept this, mostly because every source I've found is almost identical word-for-word, but something about it doesn't surprise me in the slightest...



EDIT : ah...

京都へ行った

Yes indeedy, nearly a month ago, we went to Kyoto. Our thanks go to the magnificent Japan Rail Network, for the ludicrously inexpensive seishun ju hachi kippu.


Pictured is one of the myriad corridors of torii in Fushimi Inari, amongst Kyoto's most famous shrines (apparently featured in the film Memoirs of a Geisha.)


Written on the torii are names of individuals or businesses who have donated money to the shrine...our saintly landlord being one of them. A day or two before we left, he charged us with finding his torii...since there are quite literally thousands, he drew us a little map, and even wrote us a note which we were to give to a certain store owner, who would be sure to guide us...

...of course, the night before we left, we joined Brian & Kaori for their housewarming party...thusly, alcohol was consumed, bed was entered at an irresponsible time, and exited at a risky hour. We forgot both the map and the note. No matter, thought we, we can find the right torii...and we tried...

...did we find it?





No.



The rest of Kyoto was, of course, lovely, despite bursts of rain & cheap hostels (free dead cockroach with your duvet).

As mentioned earlier, we have also been graced with the prescence of my mother.

Cheers mum.

I can feel my English deteriorating exponentially to the improvement of my Japanese. Recently, I have been a man possessed when it comes to studying. This is partially why I haven't been blogging a lot of late. However, assuming after such a lengthy period of slack I still have readers left, (and to quote Dave) this blog isn't dead...not by a long shot...

?!?!

Yesterday, I used the school computer to visit All Music in pursuit of information about Rainer Bruninghaus. Today I discover that this little trip has infected the computer with spyware, and I'm sort of in trouble. An apology from me isn't enough, in fact a senior teacher has to write a letter of apology to the board of education.

Flabberghasted just isn't strong enough.

入学生

Their uniforms are pristine and slightly ill-fitting. Their dazzling white trainers squeak on the shiny floor of the gymnasium. They are absolutely tiny and some are clearly wary of me. It's funny that when I saw some of these students in Elementary School, they seemed too big and in need of getting into Junior High very quickly indeed. Now this has been accomplished, they still look out of place, but in a different way. I look forward to embarassing them in class.

Confessions of a less than dedicated blogger...

...mother's here...having fun...bye for now.