Do you have anymore coffee?
Just over two weeks left in my exchange in Kyoto - the perfect time to start writing again, eh? Screw timeliness; I'll be a blogger some day, dammit.
The I-House isn't the same these days. Departures started sudden but slow. It hurt the most to see the people I had spent the whole year with leave: first Megan, then Antje and Nico. Russ and Delphine made their quiet exits. I didn't cry. Hell, not even when the ultimate emotional duo of Michela and Alyssa gave me their sisterly goodbyes did I do anything but tell a joke and pass them on to the visibly bereaved. Maybe it's better this way, right? I stopped being the blubberer when I was a kid. Okay, maybe a teen. Still, I'd rather not have them see me cry. They know how I feel.
Exodus depression aside, things have been shiny. Exams and papers are things of the past for the next month, so I'm free to enjoy the company of the remaining folks while I have it. Marc, Chiaki and I have been burning through movies, making dinner, and going on AMAZING adventures.
Our recent AMAZING outing was on Saturday night, when Kumiko made her way over from Osaka to hang out in the old capital. We hung out at Torikizoku, the everything-for-3-bucks chicken joint as we usually do, but this time we had the finest corner seat. Brilliant view of the Kabuki Hall and Kiyomizu Temple while we BS'd over drinks. 10,000 yen later, Marc introduced us to my new favourite bar, "A-Bar", a cabin-in-the-wall place a little ways away in Kiyamachi. The aesthetic reminded me of the Cambie: log structure, writing on the tables, eccentric patrons. Bonus points for being clean, though. Our conversation came around to guessing the ages of the two girls sat next to me. They giggled knowingly, so we started talking with them in Japanese - lots of fun. The rest of the night is a blur of the reggae bar's "Happy Birthday to Ya!", walking about in the river, taking shelter with Kumiko under Sanjo bridge, and coming home. Always missing a beat, Marc lost his camera (he lost his cellphone and glasses on separate drunken occasions. Don't ask me how one loses glasses). All in all, a sufficiently epic night.
Today, we're going on a drive to Amanohashidate, one of the three great view of Japan north of Kyoto. Who knows? Maybe I'll slap some pictures up, and even tell a story. This page begs to be updated, don'cha think?
The I-House isn't the same these days. Departures started sudden but slow. It hurt the most to see the people I had spent the whole year with leave: first Megan, then Antje and Nico. Russ and Delphine made their quiet exits. I didn't cry. Hell, not even when the ultimate emotional duo of Michela and Alyssa gave me their sisterly goodbyes did I do anything but tell a joke and pass them on to the visibly bereaved. Maybe it's better this way, right? I stopped being the blubberer when I was a kid. Okay, maybe a teen. Still, I'd rather not have them see me cry. They know how I feel.
Exodus depression aside, things have been shiny. Exams and papers are things of the past for the next month, so I'm free to enjoy the company of the remaining folks while I have it. Marc, Chiaki and I have been burning through movies, making dinner, and going on AMAZING adventures.
Our recent AMAZING outing was on Saturday night, when Kumiko made her way over from Osaka to hang out in the old capital. We hung out at Torikizoku, the everything-for-3-bucks chicken joint as we usually do, but this time we had the finest corner seat. Brilliant view of the Kabuki Hall and Kiyomizu Temple while we BS'd over drinks. 10,000 yen later, Marc introduced us to my new favourite bar, "A-Bar", a cabin-in-the-wall place a little ways away in Kiyamachi. The aesthetic reminded me of the Cambie: log structure, writing on the tables, eccentric patrons. Bonus points for being clean, though. Our conversation came around to guessing the ages of the two girls sat next to me. They giggled knowingly, so we started talking with them in Japanese - lots of fun. The rest of the night is a blur of the reggae bar's "Happy Birthday to Ya!", walking about in the river, taking shelter with Kumiko under Sanjo bridge, and coming home. Always missing a beat, Marc lost his camera (he lost his cellphone and glasses on separate drunken occasions. Don't ask me how one loses glasses). All in all, a sufficiently epic night.
Today, we're going on a drive to Amanohashidate, one of the three great view of Japan north of Kyoto. Who knows? Maybe I'll slap some pictures up, and even tell a story. This page begs to be updated, don'cha think?
Comments