I went to the International Centre in Nagoya today to register for their cheap Japanese lessons, and whilst looking for the right form wandered into a large room full of books. English books. I asked the girl at the counter (very slowly and clearly, of course, because that’s how I speak to everyone that isn’t white and has slightly slitty eyes) “Is this a library?”… and she said “yes” and continued to speak perfect English, making me feel like a twat. Embarrasment aside, I am over the moon at this find. It was the highlight of my day, beating even the trip to Arimatsu and the sunbathing in the park. I now have three books, and since I am done with this quick cafe visit to sort out the trip to Ise, I’m going to go home and read them. Woo! But not for too long, because tomorrow I must rise at 6am and catch a train.
6am. Train. On a sunday?!
Oh man, you hit the jackpot! What I would have given for a source of ANY English reading material while we were there.
I know! The librarian must’ve thought I was mad, as I was grinning from ear to ear! Reading the Magician by Raymond E Feist. Read it years ago but always meant to re-read it. Great story.
And Beano – yes. Miracles do happen! But I didn’t mind as the next three days are holiday.
I want a holiday. Fi you’ll have to let me know your address now you’re reasonably settled. There’s The Wire, The Corner, Generation kill and Wheddon’s new series, Dollhouse waiting for you.