Indian Pool

Went to lunch with Flick (whose aquired the new nickname Froshty) and Yoko at "Que Sara Sara". It's an Indian restaurant run by an Argentinian in Japan. The food was good, and not too expensive. I had some sort of giant wrap thing for only ￥550 and it was very filling, if extremely difficult to eat without the contents pouring out everywhere. We talked about some really heavy topics, though: religion (again), the war in Iraq, the Northern Ireland violence, and the teaching if disabled children!

We talked about the classes very briefly in the middle of all of this. In my class next Friday I am supposed to introduce my country and sell it to them, like an advert. Then the rest of the hour we're going to do "I can" and "I can't" (which immediately made me think of the League of Gentlemen). I'm not sure how I'm going to do that for an hour, though she suggested that maybe I bring a worksheet for them to do.

This evening, Rushen and I were going to play pool, but were joined my two Japanese girls: one called Akiko, and the other Nozumi (or something like that). They didn't seem to know how to play, though, and teaching them was interesting. They spoke a little English, which helped, though they spent most of the time imitating my laugh, and the way we spoke Japanese. It was quite an unnerving experience, simply because we can't speak the language. It's nice that they're friendly, but I can't wait until I can speak Japanese well enough so that I can have at least a simple conversation with people. The dorm staff are always asking us questions and it's annoying that I can't understand them and they have to try and explain in bad English. It just makes the whole interaction unsettling.

Going to a light festival tomorrow, though, which should be good fun. It's at the Dazaifu shrine, which is a big tourist attraction; it's in all the guide books as a place to visit.