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It has taken me two weeks to find an internet cafe! Actually, I found this one yesterday, after a walk of several kilometres. Except that they wanted my passport, address and bank card just to use the computer.Ｉmay have been furious.
It`s unbearably hot here, with the sun rising at around 4am and beaming at full strength through my windows (two of the walls of my room are taken up by huge windows) by 6.30am, so that I'm forced to get up. It's pitch black by 6pm, which has taken some getting used to when it's not dark until what, 9pm in the UK?
So, Japan. I haven't had any crying jags of homesickness, which was weird because I had that to a ridiculous amount in Spain when I first went there. I find myself thinking of people fondly a lot, wanting to talk with them and being aggrieved that there has been no way to contact them. Absurdly, you can't make an international phone call from a public payphone in Koriyama, except if it's a special grey box. And I have hunted and hunted for these elusive international telephones for two weeks, to no avail. I had to make a quick call home on my mobile. I dread the bill.
Along with this problem, my laptop decided that it was too hardc0re for Japan and refuses to accept that the lower voltage will allow it to charge up. Hence, I am computerless. Hence, the two-week search for an internet cafe. It has made things unnecessarily hard and I just thank God that Spain taught me endless patience. (My employer asked why I wasn't having a nervous breakdown over everything. Anyone who has had to return to the police station 10,000 times just to get their NIE in Spain will understand.)
( But onto the good stuff: teaching, food, Japan. )
It`s unbearably hot here, with the sun rising at around 4am and beaming at full strength through my windows (two of the walls of my room are taken up by huge windows) by 6.30am, so that I'm forced to get up. It's pitch black by 6pm, which has taken some getting used to when it's not dark until what, 9pm in the UK?
So, Japan. I haven't had any crying jags of homesickness, which was weird because I had that to a ridiculous amount in Spain when I first went there. I find myself thinking of people fondly a lot, wanting to talk with them and being aggrieved that there has been no way to contact them. Absurdly, you can't make an international phone call from a public payphone in Koriyama, except if it's a special grey box. And I have hunted and hunted for these elusive international telephones for two weeks, to no avail. I had to make a quick call home on my mobile. I dread the bill.
Along with this problem, my laptop decided that it was too hardc0re for Japan and refuses to accept that the lower voltage will allow it to charge up. Hence, I am computerless. Hence, the two-week search for an internet cafe. It has made things unnecessarily hard and I just thank God that Spain taught me endless patience. (My employer asked why I wasn't having a nervous breakdown over everything. Anyone who has had to return to the police station 10,000 times just to get their NIE in Spain will understand.)
( But onto the good stuff: teaching, food, Japan. )
