I realized the other day that I’ve been in Japan for over ten months and haven’t once taken the bus (except the one from Narita to Haneda when I first got here).
It gets light surprisingly early at this time of year, starting around 4:00 or so as of June. I guess I’m used to being surrounded by daylight-delaying mountains.
A couple weeks ago, one of the decent guys I met at Yamasa started posting photos from Tokyo on Facebook. Turns out he got a grant to work here for a few weeks. So last Sunday, I met him — and an English guy who works the same program — in Akihabara. We knocked around a while, then headed to Tokyo Station and explored the shops. Ultimately, I headed home with a headache and they went looking for some firefly event. He’ll be here for several more weeks, so we’ll most likely get to hang out at least once more.
Sausages in Japan are generally of pretty poor quality. This is why, when I found some good pork sausages at オリジン弁当 (Origin Bento) in Oomori, and at a good price, I made sure to buy some. In fact, I stop on my way home every week and pick up a few, except when they’re sold out (which happened one week). I went last night and bought three pork sausages, and the girl behind the counter said, “I’m glad we have them,” referring to the one week they’d been sold out. I thanked her for remembering me, took my sausages, and left. I do like being a regular. EDIT: The sausage seems to be seasonal, and once September hits, it’s gone.
Due to an unpleasant and useless cough I’ve had for over a week, I finally went to a clinic this morning (the one I pass by every day). They checked for a fever, listened to my chest, looked in my throat, and then had me breathe fumes from a nebulizer. I then went to the pharmacy (which was a stone’s throw from my apartment) to fill the prescription: four days’ worth of four different meds. Total cost for the visit and the meds: 1794円. This is why national health insurance should exist everywhere.