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farewell meal in several courses

The good news front: I'm still alive, and apart from the fact that I am pappsatt and probably the same place, I feel good. Despite the vast quantities of fish ball, I have eaten.
Today I had to say goodbye
by Kayo, and was well celebrated with a lot of Japanese food and some sightseeing between courses. At eleven clock we met in Umeda and took the Hanshin Line to Kobe for lunch in a rather chic restaurant. Kayo has been doing casual work as a student there and met her husband on the occasion.

The lunch was so very chic: surmounted by pretty decently printed paper and a yellow ginkgo leaf, which was really just decoration. In any case, Kayo has put aside, and since I did the same.


What was it then? That was the front right corner of the small plates of fish with an inserted small pepper (Was just a little spicy), spent a few fish snacks (under the paper), in various ways pickled radish (there were a few small plates more), snow peas, a bowl of soup and of course a little bowl of rice. For dessert there was a kind of mango cream and Kakieis. (Given the huge portions I got an instant quote from Loriot to mind, but I wisely keep to myself. Had not it always can translate.)

Then we had the calories to get rid of and were therefore at a very pretty shrine and then went up a mountain by cable car. From the top you have a nice view of Kobe, the harbor and the bay. Also, there is a "herbal park in which one kitchen, medicinal and other herbs (mainly, it smells good) in small beds and can see it grow a greenhouse. In the restaurant, there are associated with these herbs spicy food (if there were nothing to eat, you could probably not attract Japanese on that mountain).

Here we have eaten anything, but after a while are driven down and then took the train one stop to the Kobe Harbor Land . All buildings in this area after the great earthquake before now nearly twelve years have been built.

are in Harbor Country Kayo and I first went to the "Sweets Harbor, where there are lots of small cafes with delicious cakes. We have walked around for a while only to have the cake and admired decide we can not.


It ended then with (huge by Japanese standards) strawberry cake and coffee. The one at the price, quiet in a regular cup instead of in a paper cup could have served, but only in passing.

After this refreshment we walked around for a while in Harbor Country and have a window shopping done. Then we drove back to Umeda, another shopping trip made in one of the great Department stores, and because it still had plenty of time to dinner, we sat down on a juice in a cafe and rested ourselves.

The restaurant where we had arranged to meet Kayos Hirofumi man lay in a quiet (for this country) side street. Kayo goes there often to eat with a friend. A very cozy restaurant, I can not say otherwise. For the guests there are smaller and larger private rooms, so that you really among them.

Hirofumi arrived a few minutes later, and until then we got long ago served the appetizer:


skin of pufferfish on indefinable greens and radish with a tasty mustard-vinegar sauce. The completely covered with her taste the fish has. From the skin has stayed with me only slightly viscous consistency in memory.


was on this chic dish is the next course: raw fillet of puffer fish with radish and spring onion (right), which can only drizzled with lemon juice and then dunk in the soy sauce in a small bowl, and raw fillet of puffer fish with radish and some greens in a delicious sauce (left). While we were still eating, each got a small dish served with fish ball soup (soup with one, two fried fish fins from the ball in it). Then

It was exciting. The empty plates and bowls were cleared away to create space in the middle of the table for a portable gas grill, on which we were able to fish the ball then fry itself.


Links: salted puffer fish. Right: marinated in lemon juice and fish ball. In the middle, packed in aluminum foil: Ball fish that was baked with cheese. It all tasted good, but the lemon was the best.

My stomach was filled then all right, so I groaned inwardly when the operator removed the gas grill, anschmiß in the table, integrated hob and a pot of water on set.


Danaben came this wooden tub with more puffers, small mushrooms (well), what looked like little plastic cord, but is edible (Hirofumis electronic dictionary translated the Japanese names for me with agar-agar - not breed anything biologists in the stuff?), and a lot of Chinese cabbage. All this was thrown skillfully by Kayo in the now boiling water. After a few minutes we were able to fill us in now cooked food filled with a soy-vinegar sauce dish and then eat. Slightly sour, but delicious.

When the pot was nearly empty again, called Kayo bring the operation, the water seasoned with salt, a large portion of boiled rice and beaten Hineingab eggs and then the whole with onions and spices (pepper?) Abschmeckte. Anyone got a bowl full, the above served with something thin, short strips cut nori (dried seaweed).

Now is the time to answer the important question: how sweet actually pufferfish? Not bad, but I found the taste so special then again, not now. Fish halt. The exciting it must indeed really be the thrill, because the innards of the fish, if one gets it fresh from the sea instead of from the breeding pool, extremely toxic and can end the meal deadly, if the cook does not have the meat cut off carefully enough. Nevertheless, It was a delicious and elegant dinner to have.

came after the last dessert. A little generous on the large plate divided, but I really could not get much more down.

Then it was time for the obligatory group photos.


Kayo, Hirofumi and me.


At the exit, where we attracted the shoes again, in the aquarium with the ball, which when eaten tomorrow.

at the subway station in Umeda we then said goodbye. It was a sad farewell. Kayo is me in recent months become a good friend, and although our respective languages still rudimentary, we have had many a good conversation. I will miss her enormously.

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Sayonara

Yesterday was my last day at work, so I'm at the end of my shift my headset and my card (to open the door) made and cleared my tray. Well, except for a pair of shoes and the useful book "Facts about Germany" (published by the Foreign Office) because nothing was in it. The shoes I had packed in a plastic bag, and if the book Andrea. I originally wanted to use it for alternate hours with students of higher level, but mostly it was "buy train tickets" then in the beginners lesson on used when I have students with the beautiful pictures of German cities to which they had tickets just "bought", held at the camera.

Then I said goodbye to some colleagues, I again looked around briefly and then leave the building.


Up to the last subway was still an hour of time. By Angelica, Guillermo and I am therefore went to Ted's Spat, celebrated in the summer and Cari had her farewell. Funny it was, of course, a little wistfully. A strange feeling when you said goodbye to someone and know "the / that I may never see again."


Today was - as already reported a few hours ago - picked up my backpack, then I have a little rumgeräumt in my room, learned Japanese and are very lazy. Shortly before half past six I made my then on the way to my sayonara "party" on the German Christmas market in Umeda.


At the Christmas market was not much going on. Obviously I'm the only day last year was because, at the high operating prevailed there. The mood, however, did not diminish. Mainly we were one of the tables around in front of one of the mulled wine stalls in between disappeared always someone to supply (bratwurst, mulled wine and Children's punch, roasted almonds or Mutzen to get). There was a lap around the market, while the Germans (and Swiss) gave colleagues from the English team a brief introduction to the range of a typical German Christmas market (the example of existing art).


Then we returned to "our" table, worried us something to eat and drink (from a sausage but it certainly is not too tired), and stayed there for a while.


The atmosphere was good, and attracted to an older Japanese man who is suddenly pushed us to the table and even did not want to leave. Japanese men are shy? Not if they have strong alcohol inside them! That was a little embarrassing, to say the least. It took a while before we were rid of the type. Respectively. the guy we were going because we just adopted after a while, marched off and stood on the other mulled wine. On the other side of the oversized Christmas tree.


At 21 clock made the stands then all close, we were still sitting on a bench, laughed and talked, made recent photos - and then it was already time to say goodbye .*



morning I meet at 11 clock with Kayo. She wants to show me their home town (Kobe), I have been rather neglected, and at night we go eat together with her husband. I had no idea and above all, no right opinion, where we go and what to eat. So I had left Kayo choice. This was perhaps not such a good idea. On Thursday, she told me, beaming, we would go " fugu " eat. In other words, Japanese roulette. Super.

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* Although it because my jacket looks like this: there were still an estimated 15 degrees. But the transition jacket I have stuffed in your rucksack. Dignity in the other bag just before take place.

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travel arrangements

tends My time in Japan is coming to an end. Next Tuesday it's back to Germany, and because I may take only 20 kg of luggage, I had to watch how I do the rest home.

had in the past few months I have sent some larger packages of souvenirs, books, Christmas presents and other stuff with the ship's mail. The first are also already arrived. But I still had far too much. Fortunately I'm in one of the English-language journals that are available, met with the display of a moving service. To be published in about one and a half hours here are facing the front door and a slightly larger package and receive take:


the large backpack. Filled to the brim with my summer clothes. The whole thing is a very reasonable price with the ship (as preferred) gechickt to Germany. This will take so two to three months, but as long as I am on my summer clothes already can do without. ;-)

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Saturday:


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In Japan, the hairdresser

hairdresser visits among the things in life that I do not like doing. Mainly because I myself tremendously in the rule bored. That is why I also have a hairstyle that does not require every month going to the barber. Here in Japan I added a further reason: the horror stories that my colleagues already in my early days of the Japanese hairdressers told.

Later I have seen for myself the truth of these stories. Ellie and some time later, Helen came with significantly altered hair cut back from the pub. When Ellie saw the result of admittedly very good, and in Helen's case, the master had not caused any havoc, but the original hair had me like better. The interesting thing about both cases, however, that neither Helen nor Ellie those haircuts were required. They'd want to have their hair cut by only a few inches. Ellie and speaks pretty good Japanese, there was the hairdresser have nothing wrong.

The problem lies elsewhere. The barber begins his work and thinking: "Oh the gaijin are so much finer and thinner hair than we Japanese should I as perhaps change what in my cutting technique - - Oh, she gets now simply the Japanese standard hair cut!?"

is therefore: be careful when visiting hairdresser. The signs with which the barbers Marker their shops should be warning enough.

in Takarazuka:


(The name seems to be very popular, I've seen in other cities already.)

In Hiroshima:



And the "most beautiful" in the end, a hairdressing salon in Miyazaki:

On
best, you ask around a bit with colleagues and friends, before you simply seeks out the nearest salon. So I am in the summer when I was just too hot under my mane, ended up with Makoto, who was recommended to me by Angelica and other warmly. He has lived for a time somewhere in North America and worked knows, from the hair of gaijin and has cut my hair the same way I wanted it.

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What can that be?

Is that ...? Looks quite like this! Lembas ?


NO! It is Onigiri! Rice balls or triangles with a filling, usually made from fish or vegetables, but now often chicken. The whole is wrapped with Nori . The algae in turn. Accordingly, it also tastes: fishy, tough, sticky and dry. But if a good case for the rice.

Onigiri are a popular snack, a snack is good, and quite a while, I have onigiri (usually with chicken filling - because you know what you have) done in my lunch box. Until then I was thoroughly, and for several months. Meanwhile, I eat it again from time to time.


This is how the then packed out. This was Onigiri with Bonitofüllung (I was not able to convince). In general, the Onigiri-buy for me still a sort of roulette game. What may be in it? Mostly, yes but again everything is written in Kanji. (On this one thankfully in hiragana, because I could at least use a dictionary.) Fortunately, as a chicken "chicken" recorded and written in katakana. Otherwise, the method of trial and error. " When I become very cautious am, after I have bitten quite heartily at the beginning of time in a red, slimy, undefined mass with a slightly sour taste. Ugh! Since I did not want to know first what it was.

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The New

As of today I have another roommate, Jessica. She is eventually arrived this afternoon while I was at work. So I had left her a short letter and a map of the area (where are the supermarkets, etc.) hung on the refrigerator. When I was just coming home, she was waiting for me. For more than a glimpse (seems ok. To be) has not served, of course, especially after their eleven-hour flight, they also very tired. Tomorrow is another day.

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fall in Kansai

The trip report has claimed so much time that I am no longer complied with the notes of the last weekends. So here is a summary. On

6.11. I'm on I do not remember how many times gone to Kyoto. In the north-west of the city there was a temple which I wanted to see absolutely. I also wanted to see if the maples had been dyed red.

The Ryoan-ji is a Zen temple, world heritage site and famous for its rock garden. It looks like I had imagined a real Zen garden always a neatly raked Gravel surface and in between some rocks.


My first thought was a disappointment, "but is small!" However, I did so many other visitors the same, sitting on the wooden terrace in front of the rock garden and contemplative looked at the neat wasteland. Lo and behold, it worked. The trick seems to be with these Zen gardens. Once you've agreed to it, recognize you wander off the beauty of design, thoughts, and the mind is not necessarily free, but still.

(Unless, a plump tourist in wall-ending white robe, waving a white blouse and a projecting white hat enters the scene. As it is with prayer then quickly back again. Unfortunately it was impossible to photograph them unobtrusive, and I did not dare. For Paparazzo - Paparazza? -. I lack the boldness necessary)


If one walks around the main hall of the temple with her beautiful and richly painted doors Tatami, one comes to this small stone basin. A "Tsukubai" is originally meant for washing hands before the tea ceremony. The four characters are to be a saying of a Zen master. The brochure, which I got at the entrance to translate it with "I learn only to be contented," and explains:
He who learns

only to be contented is spiritually rich, while the one who does not learn to be contented is spiritually poor even if he is materially rich.

A beautiful temple. There was only one tiny drawback: the trees except for a few isolated exceptions, were all still green. However, I did not let me put off, and I just moved on the road to the west, where even the next temple was (surprise, surprise), the Ninna-ji . Also a World Heritage Site.


A huge temple complex with beautiful gardens, including very small, the duck into the small space between two buildings (As here), and a prime, ...


... and lots of magnificent wall paintings in which I could hardly get enough of looking.

Since I have been sitting for a while based on the many terraces and admire the gardens. Then it went on. With the bus tour I went to Kinkaku-ji I had not really want. I was ever been there. But then I could not leave yet.


at Kinkaku-ji is extremely busy. In addition to the numerous tourists were smuggled, but also many school classes through the site.


The Golden Pavilion was then compensation enough. Even on my second visit to the sight was overwhelming. Something nice!

On the way to the station the bus stopped in at another large temple complex, the Daitoku-ji. Four of the more than twenty temples that come with it are, according to guide the public, including through further examples of Zen gardens. So I'm exited.

Also at Daitoku-ji a lot was going on. Or rather, something was going on was because when I arrived, leaving a lot of Japanese, the site slowly, got into waiting taxis, buses or their own cars. The women wore almost all the kimonos, a better than the other. I see almost daily at least one woman wearing a kimono, but so many Japanese women in traditional dress on a bunch I've seen the last time at the summer festivals. And there were all wearing the yukata much lighter.


it looked like a party, but what had been celebrated here, I can not get out. I'm herumgeschlendert only for a while and have watched the general move. In a temple I am not gone, for all in which I passed were closed.

later A week at 13.11. I drove along with George in glorious autumn weather after Himeji . I wanted to the castle and see garden again, and if possible with bright red maple. But it still was not ready.


For this was the foliage of cherry trees that line the route from the far wall to the actual input and provide a sea of flowers in spring, glorious red.


Amazingly, in one of the courtyards, where it went down to the main tower, two (cherry?) Trees were blooming. In the middle of November. Is this normal, or is this a sign of climate change? I do not know.


for strong red It was also in the Koko-en obviously a bit too early. But you can sense at least already.


Still, it was nice to be down there again. In contrast to February was really everything is green (or red starting), and even a few flowers still bloomed.

When we had finished the tour of the garden, almost, we suddenly heard loud drumming. George was very excited: this was the sound of taiko, Japanese drumming. George learns a few months ago Taiko, and he wanted to see, of course, necessarily, who played there. I was also full of curiosity.


We simply followed the sound and landed in front of the school building where the taiko AG had set up outside the entrance to practice.

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Since a package is on the floor ...

Shortly after five I came home from work (and some recent purchases) home. At the door stood a huge package.


It contains the futon for Jessica, who is due to arrive here tomorrow, if the information from Section Accommodation should be correct. It would not surprise me if they would have come today. The delivery was today notified in writing at 12:00. Together with the request, if possible at this time to be home. I had to work but (And the matter had already forgotten). As the suppliers that thing had just parked outside the front door. In the middle of the hallway in a house where the entrance is but video surveillance, the door is never closed basically. Where, in other words, everyone can see. For five hours it was there, and no one's stolen.

This is Japan.

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The last week


Only 34 hours. Five on Wednesday, eight on Thursday, five on Friday, eight on Saturday and eight on Sunday.

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"Do you have a question?" The house empties

"Yes. I have no question." The standard answer
. I hear several times a day.

"No, all right."
"And do you have? A question?"
"I am clear."
This is very reassuring.

"Yes, I have a question. In Germany we do not say 'baker tastes good?"
Exactly. And the restaurant is delicious, "says one can not in Germany.

"Is 'reserved' I called?"
CONGRATULATIONS! That was the topic of the hour!

"Yes. Ute, the churches in Germany are all built to the east?"
?? What does this have to do with today's lesson?!

last question is from one of our special students. The living proof that teachers the most difficult students are. He is happy to questions that have to do with the hour but really nothing. This evening I had it again after a very long time for the first time. An advanced group. Topic: Check in at hotel. From experience, I asked him as the last, if he can still have a question. So that classmates still have a chance if they have a real question. I did well:

"A propos Hotel: In Germany, many hotel names is black letter So many people in Germany can read Gothic script."