So today I am at one of my larger mountain schools - it has 19 students. But thats not the point. I caught the bus this morning and was chilling at the back with my ipod on just relaxing. Until the next bus stop. A guy got on, saw me and came and sat down directly in front of me. I wasn`t bothered - its a free country, right? - until he started turning around and staring at me. He would stare for a couple of seconds then face the front again. Stare, front, stare, front. I was trying to ignore him and not let him ruin my good mood. But then he reached over his shoulder and dropped a coin. I`m not exaggerating! He put his left hand over his right shoulder until his hand was over the back of his seat, then dropped this coin right next to me. And why did he do this? So he could stand up, stare at me, say 'I'm sorry', pick up his coin and sit down again. By this time I was pretty creeped out, but I was hoping that was the end. Oh, how wrong I was. About two minutes later he started up his turn and stare routine again. I was considering confronting him, but then I would have to acknowledge him, when he turned around again and said 'do you speak Japanese?' I gave him a stare then said no and looked away. It seemed to work and he didn`t turn around again.
Now, I know that part of my job is internationalisation, and I usually enjoy talking to random people about New Zealand and Japan and stuff, but there is a right way to go about something. I mean, if this guy had turned around once, said hello and introduced himself, I would have had no problem talking to him, but this was just too weird. You may say he was trying to build up the courage to talk to me, but it was a really creepy vibe! Maybe if he hadn`t tried the coin thing it wouldn`t have been so bad, but who knows? Ok, moan over :P
This is nikuman, which is basically meat inside some soft dough / bread stuff. It tastes kind of like a sausage roll. Anyway, last night I went to the 24 hour shop opposite my place and thought it would be a good idea to try a new flavour: custardman, which is custard inside the soft dough / bread stuff. It wasn't too bad . . . until about midnight. Then I found myself hugging the toilet for the rest of the night. It wasn't pretty.
