Vodka
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With most of my homework done yesterday I ventured down to Hamanomachi to have coffee with Saul at 4 p.m. and we sat there talking for more than an hour and a half on the one coffee (they must have loved us !) and decided it's time to take matters in our own hands and try and see as many concerts as possible in the weekends anywhere in Japan, from Grand Opera to Noh Theatre. We will check the pages of the Japan Times to see what's on and where.
Knowing that I wont be able to get a certificate here anyhow I've decided it's no use trying either. To spend the remaining time here in Japan doing what's interesting seems more of an option. It's quite a burden of my shoulders and life looks very good all of a sudden.
Got cruised on the street for the first time here by a cute guy on a sporty bike.. and guess what I lost my touch to react for some reason. Just went bright red and continued on my way leaving him standing there ......
Some times a quite ordinary evening can turn into a surprisingly interesting one. Last night after a quite dinner with Alex to get rid of the left overs from the day before, Diana turned up with a bottle of wine and Rudy and Mads came with more plonk. Vodka and mango juice mixed plus shots of a unknown but potent substance were knocked back. Bart joined a little later and a merry time was had by all with some stunning revelations about what turns you on ..... Won't go into the details but it's quite interesting to see how preconceptions abound, how some people have no reservations and how others hold back.
Hit the hay at 3 a.m....................
Having talked about oddities the other day I just noticed how the Dutch have a very
strange and most unhygienic one too. It's called "het duizend dingen doekje". It's piece of cloth used in the kitchen to clean surfaces and anything else ( apart from the toilet bowl, but then again you just never know ) that needs cleaning but for some reason hardly ever gets cleaned it self. It just remains there for weeks on end waiting to be used when ever we need it. If it's lucky it gets thrown in to the washing machine but not too often ofcourse. Alex is absolutely horrified by it and won't even touch it. We love it and if nothing else it's a great boost for our immune system.
It's the pinkish dirty cloth on the left hand side of the sink.
With most of my homework done yesterday I ventured down to Hamanomachi to have coffee with Saul at 4 p.m. and we sat there talking for more than an hour and a half on the one coffee (they must have loved us !) and decided it's time to take matters in our own hands and try and see as many concerts as possible in the weekends anywhere in Japan, from Grand Opera to Noh Theatre. We will check the pages of the Japan Times to see what's on and where.
Knowing that I wont be able to get a certificate here anyhow I've decided it's no use trying either. To spend the remaining time here in Japan doing what's interesting seems more of an option. It's quite a burden of my shoulders and life looks very good all of a sudden.
Got cruised on the street for the first time here by a cute guy on a sporty bike.. and guess what I lost my touch to react for some reason. Just went bright red and continued on my way leaving him standing there ......
Some times a quite ordinary evening can turn into a surprisingly interesting one. Last night after a quite dinner with Alex to get rid of the left overs from the day before, Diana turned up with a bottle of wine and Rudy and Mads came with more plonk. Vodka and mango juice mixed plus shots of a unknown but potent substance were knocked back. Bart joined a little later and a merry time was had by all with some stunning revelations about what turns you on ..... Won't go into the details but it's quite interesting to see how preconceptions abound, how some people have no reservations and how others hold back.Hit the hay at 3 a.m....................
Having talked about oddities the other day I just noticed how the Dutch have a very
strange and most unhygienic one too. It's called "het duizend dingen doekje". It's piece of cloth used in the kitchen to clean surfaces and anything else ( apart from the toilet bowl, but then again you just never know ) that needs cleaning but for some reason hardly ever gets cleaned it self. It just remains there for weeks on end waiting to be used when ever we need it. If it's lucky it gets thrown in to the washing machine but not too often ofcourse. Alex is absolutely horrified by it and won't even touch it. We love it and if nothing else it's a great boost for our immune system.It's the pinkish dirty cloth on the left hand side of the sink.
posted by 狩人 (Hunter in Japanese) @ 5/15/2006 10:30:00 pm
4 Comments:
At 5:45 pm,
Anonymous said…
Hoi Paul,
Zo'n alles doen doekje hoor je uit te koken, schijnt. Maar je kan het ook een minuutje in een magnetron doen. Massaslachting van bacterien en dergelijke.
Rianne
At 6:26 pm,
Anonymous said…
It's a night that I always think of fondly. I'm still laughing at what was said that night. :)
At 7:48 pm,
Anonymous said…
Dag Paul,
fijn te horen dat je weer in de stijgende lijn zit (god ik werd alleen al depressief door naar het blauwe mannetje te kijken...). Bedenk wat een unieke tijd je nu doormaakt waar je later alleen maar genietend op terug zult kijken. Dus inderdaad minder studeren en meer exploreren! :-)
hartelijke groeten van William
At 12:29 am,
Anonymous said…
Right - back from hols so I can keep up with the blog. After suffering with vodka and diet coke every night for a week I can sort of imagine the after effects of plonk, vodka and mango juice. As I said on skype, I had a great time and now am back to reality. Love the story about sipping the one coffee for ages - reminds me of a certain coffee shop on Kings Road. One where we had to have a table at the front or it wasn't worth going in. Happy Days. I appreciated the picture of the little pink cloth. If I'm not mistaken this is a British tradition. One we have shared with the world. The idea is get as much bacteria as you can on the cloth and spread it around the apartment in a microscopic layer. This builds up immunity and helps you conquer the world. When others fall down with dysentry you won't even have a stomach ache. It's a lesson you could give to the Japanese. Dare I suggest you present each tutor with a suitably infected pink cloth.
Right. Back to the grind. No news yet on aything but keep reading - you'll be the first to know.
Miss ya,
Chris
xxx
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