I am a bunny rabbit

There is something somewhat irritating about constantly hearing a language you do not understand. This, however, makes for some interesting events. Like the other day;  I was in my room talking to a friend on skype and there is a knock on my door. Open. Look. Girl. Asian. Small. Want?

vegemite. She wanted vegemite. Or something related to “vegemito”. I don’t know how much she understood of my attempts to explain to her that not only do not posses vegemite but I have never even tasted it. She changed from polite to panicky when my friend (overhearing our conversation from skype) burst into laughter. Panic see because she felt like she was interrupting me, which she was. She left without any vegamito. I may procure some from the holyland (the real holyland, not the one with the wars and no natural resources)

Its funny – in Australia some people look at me as a foreigner and overseas people see me as Australian. And all i want is some kangaroo meat…

Went to an event called “connecting the world”. First hour was gesture games. I have, unfortunately, become all too familiar with this strange foreign initiation ritual. For those of you who do not know what I mean imagine a group of overexcited tiny Asians herding me in loud squeaky voices  to form a circle amongst fellow humans. The poster indicated there will be a circle of people of all colours holding hands while standing, larger than life, surrounding our beloved globe. Instead I stood in a circle amongst people all looking very different then me and very similar to each other not understanding them, half the instructions (as the cheering from the fanatic hoards blocked out the English explanation following the Japanese one) and the purpose of my pain.

Now I must imitate a rabbit. If only it was so simple. I must memorise and mimic the actions of all the people before me in the circle while saying their names while doing the actions of the animals they were told to mimic. After imitating an elephant, some bird and possibly a mute Asian on fire I got to experience being a full grown man stomping on the ground as a rabbit does while saying RA-ZI.  With my final shred of dignity eliminated when I saw the kitchen cooks laughing at us I heroically planned my escape. In my defence it was 2pm and the event was scheduled to end at 5.

Unfortunately I had given my new masters of pain my wallet and phone as I was concerned they might fall out of my pockets if physical activity was to be done. After an hour of group competition of throwing a ball in a cup i saw my chance to escape when a ten minute break was called for. I politely and nonchalantly got my items and scurried out of there like a cockroach in the light.

less depressingly I found a possible source of Kangaroo meat. An American who sells and ships meats on the internet in Japan also sells roo. Including tails. Until that messiah arrives I, heroically; once again, bought some local foodstuffs. Specifically a small black octopus, a large pink one and a fish. One out of three was tried tonight and was actually quite good.

last night was odd.  “Tarikikee party” they called it. The basic idea is that you take a machine  that looks like a cookie platter with more holes but smaller that is also capable of cooking the foods in said holes. Then you make half of it normal Tarikikee and half of it is filled with anything from Pepper to lemon to Korean spice. Then the party is based around the tenseness in the air as people eat the unknown substance in turns and then discover if pain or pleasure awaits them. The rest of that night was spent chatting with a Yemeni about how sad/ bad/ hateful/ the middle east is and how it has gotten worse.

went to the city to buy things. As a young boy I was taught a wise lesson and the first chance I get I ignore it…  Never go shopping hungry. I may actually posses too much meat atm.

saw an American girl with a silly bracelet. The silly little thing counts how many steps she takes per day and sets her “walking goals”. Possibly more hysterical, It cost 170$. Personally i think those things would work better if electric shocks were integrated as a tool of conditioning within that system but w/e. The whole thing became more amusing as her response to my amusement/ hysterical ridicule was repeatedly stating how its “from her mom”. I should try that in a political debate once: “YOUR IDEA IS CLEARLY STUPID!”  – “no it is not my friend. You see, i got it from my mom.”

I met an American guy and we talked PPE for a bit on the bus. Then we talked for 4 more hours outside of a bus. Some days I like to think that David Hume is looking down on me and smiling in approval on my work as an ambassador from the Land of Learning to the Land of Conversation.

Some of the stories I have been hearing from the Americans here about life there are bloody horrifying. First world horrifying, but still horrifying.

P.s – i saw Pokémon themed chopsticks sold with Pokémon themed chopstick holders. This looks like something i should possess.