Hanami
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Started already…
Later that day (See “The 25-minute Hanami” below), after some bad news I wanted to see some friends so I headed out to the jungle that is Hashimoto.
Bashiko, Naopi (both part of the ‘Couch potatoe’ research (harrharr) team we made back in…2005?), Yasu and orange-guy (Bad with names….his hair is orange), went for Hanami.
At 3 at night, on my back, in some park, I couldn’t really capture the moment with my cellphone. But alas, I provide with what I have.
It is the season. Thanks to last nights De Niro impressions I was late to meet up with my old Japanese class at Shinjuku-Gyoen (The one with the Japanese garden). These are they. What’s left of the they. Seems everybody’s been heading back to their respective country. Ouch. What’s with all the goodbyes lately?
From the left: Sonika (Made chicken. All gone by the time I got theire so it was probably great), Ashita (Joined class late), Nomura-sensei (Plays steeldrums. Her mailadress is ‘drinkingpants’), Sahido (Bangladesh. Makes wicked curry), Nakade-sensei (Spent last year in Korea). And me (Writes a blog)
Caspers (exchange student at Tamabi) girlfriend Josefine (Half Scottish), were doing some work/interning at Kenwood. She uhm…kindly…always que up Craig David for me whenever we head on out to a karaokebox.
Sadly she was leaving Japan, so her French boss Fabian organized a farewell-party (Why with all the way too many goodbyes lately?). The place we went to had plastic cherry-blossoms indoors. But the real blossoming was when Fabian turned into De Niro. Cheeks turned pink. Everywhere. He could have got us into any place had we just figured which side the dimple were supposed to go on.