Everything is in disarray and turmoil. I'm moving house as it happens, just down the road.
The main reason being our neighbour is a psycho Yakuza boss. He occasionally likes to
blare Enka(japanese trad) music at 4 AM so nobody can hear his business conversations.
but we can still hear him anyway. Doing his dodgy business dealings.
I will be glad to be away from him. Well at least I can say that I am having a true japanese
cultural experience, warts and all.
I found out I own lots of heavy things.
Damn.
Today I also had another new japanese experince. Horumon.
Basically horumon is cooking chicken meat on a large stone.
But... you wont find any parts of the chicken you recognise. I had
neck, heart , ovaries , intestines and stomach. It was suprisingly tasty.
Neck was a bit tough, but hearts were lovely and soft.
-David
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