So, on Friday I gave my farewell speech (in Japanese!) to the students. Much to my embarrassment, I choked up and got a little teary ('Gambatte' [Keep going], they shouted). Later, some of the boys gave me shit by boo-hooing in the halls. I'll kill them in their sleep later.
After all that speechin', we were ready for my farewell party at Snow Tavern. It was the usual: delicious food, pitchers of beer,
gossip, more beer,
shochu, more food.
Somebody got a hold of some teeny maracas
and that helped keep the party going.
Tagawa-san showed me the salaryman-style drunk.
Later, the art teacher and I got cozy at the bar and had a tasting of all the liqueurs Snow had to offer:
yoghurt
green tea
green banana
cassis
Godiva White Chocolate
I pooped out a solid cone of sugar the next day.
Before I got too wasted, they presented me with a little photo album of Kozu and the high school and all the teachers wishing me well. It was a perfect souvenir of my time there. We took the obligatory group photos and soldiered on.
Greyhounds,
(like how I'm slugging that down, like I've been in the desert for months. Well I have been. I've been in a Greyhound-less desert. For days.)
more beer,
giggling.
Needless to say, I could barely remember how I got back. I believe I ran into the wall at one point. Good thing I wasn't sporting the kimono.
This one's a shorty ("Thank God!" you're thinking.) cuz I gotta keep packing. And I still have to tell you about the Tokyo JETs. Tommorrow!
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