So Monday was my birthday. I have to say I felt a whole lot older on Tuesday morning than I did the previous day. My new colleagues threw a party for Suzuki san whose birthday was the day before mine and graciously include me in the celebrations. I got a Jimbei!
We drank Bowmore!
I find myself stumbling home through the dark Okinawan night past fields of sugar cane pulsating with toads – wearing strange Japanese clothes. Yeeeha!
Next day at work I was given the best birthday cake I have ever had. They even made me younger than I actually be.