- In which the author learns how to play shogi (Japanese chess) but is at a loss for a partner since the only people who actually play the game are junior high-school students.
- In which the author struggles to contain his dribbling mucus in a culture where blowing one's nose is considered rude.
- In which the author and a band of other foreigners (two of which are not quite certain on the rules) attempt to play poker around a small table precariously balanced on a tatami floor
- In which the author badly bends his new glasses and must navigate half-blind his way to and purchase food at an unfamiliar Japanese grocery store
- In which the author flirts with several Japanese women of low English-speaking ability, and finds more incentive to study their language
- In which the author fakes his way through a painfully formal business meeting by making jokes instead of real answers, and earns his superiors' disgust
- In which the author threatens to take away the chair of a twelve-year old student constantly hovering near sleep
- In which the author shamelessly rips off the lengthy chapter title homages used by J. Maarten Troost in his travel books, and makes subsequent apologies therein
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I challenge you, spamming fiends, to show yourselves and fight like men rather than tossing out your Japanese sex messages from behind a cloak of anonymity!
Damn right, you're flirting with the ladies.
"In which the author struggles to contain his dribbling mucus in a culture where blowing one's nose is considered rude." - I have had days where I simply cannot stand it anymore and blow my nose as loudly as possible to prove that it is a necessary biological function. lol.
Choke on your lies, you rogue!
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