Still Nothing To Write Home About

The weekend was far from eventful. Saturday, while I had initially planned to go to the random city of Toyoma for no other reason than I've never been there before, I decided to stay home and clean. It turned out to be a pointless affair. My house is cluttered already.

Saturday was spent sleeping, and then hiking in places that I feel none shall ever know in the near future. I have mentioned Ganmon before, and many of posts surround my visits there. A small part of Togi, with not even hundred people living in it, and I find it to be the most amazing place. Every time I go, I discover something new within its depths, be it the oceanside cliffs which one must scale with utmost care, the statue of the fire god, or the caves along the ocean side. Today, I discovered the mountain trail, which I foolishly followed all the way to Sanmyo (Three Mornings). Sanmyo, unfortunately, is a town completely on the other side of the district! I had been hiking for two and half hours without noticing it! This normally would not have been a problem except for the fact that the sun sets at 4 o'clock, and it was unfortunately only an hour shy of that. Needless to say, I ran as best I could (it was a mountain, after all) and took every sign that say ganbatte (try your best!) to heart.

That sign is telling that Ganmon is 3.7 kilometers away. I shouted "Ganbatteimasu!" quite emphatically at this sign.

I made it just before a thunder storm tore across the cliff sides of Ganmon and I went home.

Sunday was spent judging little English students. With so many deserving the prize, I felt horrible that only one could win. In the end, it was a bitter argument between the three judges, all dead set on their favorites. James was the winner in the end, only because I really hated Kawabata's choices. Judging is hard, I'm sure we all agree with that. But when the levels are so similar, it is impossible to make a decision, for you know that you might be discouraging the losing students to the point that they will never try again.

The enkai (party) at the end was suitably fun after I had to explain that I really can't stomach fish. They were very surprised to find that I was eating octopus, squid and eel though.

The American eating habits, especially that of a famously picky American, confound them.

The day ended uninterestingly as it started.

Listening to: Arcade Fire's Wake Up. God bless David Bowie for opening my eyes to other bands.
Eating: nothing! I'm sooooo hungry! What shall I have tonight? Omuraisu?
Class was: suitably uninformative.
Doing: her Christmas lesson plans and failing spectacularly.